Chapter 2: Building Tension
I looked up at Derek, his hand still on my clothed breast. "I want this." I whispered, hoping I was convincing for someone who was normally painfully shy and reserved. With a sharp inhale, Derek pushed me backwards until I hit the bed, knocking the stacks of books aside with the force of my fall.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his normally smooth voice rasp with anticipation. "This will change things, Em. There's no going back."
"I'm sure. Derek, I want you." I murmured, reaching for him.
"Sit next to me." I instructed, patting the bed beside me. Derek sat gingerly, still unsure of how to handle the situation. I reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers working delicately.
"God, Em." He groaned as I unveiled his muscular chest. I couldn't help but feel my heart racing at the sight of him. I moved closer, placing a gentle kiss on his collarbone. He shivered at my touch, his hand coming up to cup my cheek.
I pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, my hands exploring every inch of his chiseled torso. I could feel his erection pressing against his jeans, and I couldn't resist bringing my hand to it.
"Can i.. can I see it?" I whispered, my hand lingering on his jeans. Derek nodded, swallowing hard as I began to unbutton them. I slipped my hand into the opening, gripping his hard member through the fabric of his boxers.
Derek moaned, his head falling back. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him in pleasure. I tugged his jeans and boxers down to reveal his thick erection, my mouth watering at the sight.
"Heheh... looks like you're excited yeah?" I said, giving him a flirty grin. Derek's breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began to stroke him.
"Am I doing it right? Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel Derek's cock twitch at my touch.
"Fuck, Em." He groaned. "It feels so good."
I continued to stroke him, watching as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. "It feels warm... and surprisingly soft.." I murmured. "Can I kiss it?" I asked, never taking my eyes off of him.
"God, yes." Derek groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as I lowered my head to his cock. I planted a kiss and stared at it for a second
"Umm.. close your eyes derek.." I murmured, before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. Derek cursed, his hips bucking towards me. I started to suck him, taking him deeper into my mouth with each bob of my head. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him in time with my mouth movements.
"You taste funny hehe." I said, letting him slip out of my mouth. I ran my tongue along my lips, savoring the taste of him. I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
"Ya know, I'm not wearing a bra.. just this t-shirt.." I teased, my hand creeping up to tweak my nipple through the fabric. Derek's eyes widened, his hips stuttering with his stroke.
I took his hands and brought them under my shirt.
"You can touch, but not look.. yet." I whispered as I guided his hands higher, pressing his palms against my bare breasts. Derek groaned, his fingers finding my nipples and teasing them gently. I let out a soft gasp as he pinched and twisted them, a sudden shock of pleasure shooting through me.
I could feel the heat building between my legs, my thighs slick with my arousal. I squirmed under his touch, wanting more but unsure of what to do.
Derek seemed to sense my discomfort, pulling me into his lap and cradling me with his arms.
I nuzzled into his neck, my hand still holding his erection. I could feel his heart beating against my cheek, his breath hitching as I began to move my hips.
"Fuck, Emily." He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as I ground against him. I could feel him harden further in my hand, the heat radiating off his member. I kissed his neck, my tongue tasting his salty skin.
"Put your hand down my shorts" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. Derek hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering above my waistband.
I nodded, encouraging him to continue. Derek's hand made its way into my shorts, and I gasped at the feeling of his fingers brushing against my wet folds.
"Oh, derek!" I moaned, my fingers tightening around his shaft. He started to explore me, his fingers tracing circle around my entrance before slowly pushing inside.
"You're so wet, Em." He groaned, his breath hot against my neck.
"You're so fucking tight, Emily. So wet and warm." I could feel him pulsing inside of me, my own body tightening in response. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my legs shaking with the effort of holding myself up.
" Derek, I'm going to -" I gasped, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I felt myself clench around him, my body trembling with pleasure.
"Ah, fuck." Derek grunted, his own release following close behind.
He came hard, his warm load spilling into my hand and coating his still-throbbing erection. I continued to milk him dry, enraptured by the sight of him in the throes of pleasure.
"Emily... fuck, Emily." He repeated, his voice hoarse with exertion. I smiled, my face still buried against his neck, before slowly pulling his hands out of my shorts. I sat back on my heels, his cock slipping out of my grip with a soft pop.
"Did you like that? It's kinda sticky hehehe"
"Also, your hand is still in me." I giggled, squeezing my hand around his still throbbing erection. Derek, seemed to snap out of his post-orgasmic haze, pulling his hand out of my shorts and wiping it on the sheets.
"Yeah, that was... intense." He managed to gasp, collapsing back on his elbows with a satisfied grin on his face.
I couldn't help but return his smile, feeling my heart swell at the sight of him so content. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a tender kiss.