Chapter 3: Rising Action
"Alrighty. Sit right there." Emily said, pointing to her bed, with only a slight tremble in her voice. Derek just stared at her, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Got a good view? Hehe.. okay, shorts or shirt first?" Emily asked. Derek was still grinning like a fool, his dick was still out and hard from the hand/blow job he had just received.
"Shirt."
"Boob guy huh" I teased.
I pulled off my shirt in one swift motion and flung it over at Derek playfully, it landed on his face and hung there, obscuring his vision. I looked down at my bare chest and ran my fingers over the soft skin, I was proud of my small tits and I knew Derek appreciated them.
"Are these the ones you've been dreaming about?" I asked, purring the words seductively, making sure to jiggle them a little for his added viewing pleasure.
"Probably one of my better features huh." I snickered, snatching the shirt from his face. Derek blinked a few times, clearing the bleariness from his eyes.
"Fuck, Emily, you are so hot," he groaned, reaching out to touch me. I shifted out of the way, slapping his hand playfully.
"Uh-uh, not yet. You haven't earned it yet."
I stood up from the bed, arching my back as I stretched my arms above my head. My shorts slipped lower on my hips, giving him a tantalizing view of my lacy thong.
My fingers danced over the waistband tantalizingly before hooking my thumbs inside and shimmying my shorts down my legs.
"Slow-ass." I teased, Derek groaned in frustration, the sound sent a thrill down my spine.
I kicked my shorts aside and stood there in front of him, half-naked and feeling deliciously naughty.
"Emily, you are fucking gorgeous," Derek said, his voice husky with desire. I relished in the power I had over him in that moment.
His eyes were glued to my near-naked body, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. I could see the throbbing in his dick, telling me that he was desperate for me.
"Okay.. so I know that guys prefer shaved pussies and all" I blushed "but umm.. razors are scary, and I don't know how to shave down there without cutting myself." I finished in a rush. Derek looked up at me, a small smile on his face.
"I think you're perfect the way you are, Emily." He said, his voice sincere. "I don't care about shaving or not shaving. It's all about what makes you comfortable."
I felt my heart swell at his words, no one had ever made me feel so sexy and desired before.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Alrighty, let's get these off then."
I pulled down my panties , revealing my trimmed but unshaved pussy to Derek. I could see the hunger in his eyes as they roamed over my body hungrily. I bit my lower lip, feeling a sudden wave of self-consciousness.
"You're the first guy to ever see this.."
I slowly turned in a circle, letting him see all of me.
His gaze lingered on the tuft of dark hair between my legs. I had never been with anyone but myself, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying to have someone else looking at me like this.
"I. Umm.. yeah... I'm naked now." I whispered, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before. Derek licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my body.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Emily."
I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself in between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his cock, marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin.
"Fuck, Emily" Derek moaned as I started to stroke him, his hips moving in time with my own. I leaned down, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock.
"You still taste funny by the way" I put my mouth on him.
He moaned and thrust his hips towards me. I took more and more of him into my mouth until I couldn't fit any more. Saliva dripped down his shaft and onto the bed. I moved my hand in sync with my mouth, creating a rhythm that almost had me moaning along with him.
"Fuck Emily, I'm about to cum." He said. I pulled my mouth off of him and started to stroke him faster and harder. He let out a loud groan as he came, covering me with his cum.
I kept stroking him until his dick went soft in my hand. I sat back on my heels, looking down at my body. There was cum all over my chest and tits, and my pussy was still aching for release.
"You look like a fucking mess, Emily." Derek said, and I couldn't help but smile. I felt like a mess, but a good one. I scooped up some of the cum on my fingers and brought them to my lips.
"Mmm, tastes like you." I said, and he laughed.
I sat down next to him, and gestured to his soft penis. "So.. how long does that thing usually take to get going again?" I joked. Derek chuckled and playfully punched my arm.
"Soon enough, if you keep talking like that." he said with a wink.
I playfully rolled my eyes before standing up from the bed and making my way over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room. I bent down to open it, giving Derek a nice view of my ass. I knew he was watching me, his gaze heavy on my body.
I retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink before turning around to face him.
"Enjoying the show? Does it help you get hard again if I do... this?" I asked, gesturing to my body with my hands, while giving him a playful smile.
"Oh, fuck yeah." Derek's eyes were on my breasts, his gaze burning my skin. I felt my nipples harden under his gaze, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and pleasure at his reaction.
I crawled back onto the bed, straddling his waist, with my pussy hovering just above his dick. I leaned down, my hair falling like a curtain around our faces.
"Let me grind you for a bit." I whispered in his ear as I positioned my pussy above his semi-erect member. He let out a low groan as I started to grind on him, spreading my wetness all over his dick.
The friction between us made me shiver with pleasure, and I felt his member start to come to life once again. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling the growing ache in my pussy. "Does this make you hard again? How does it feel?" I asked, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke. He moaned in response, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I ground against him harder, feeling his dick start to grow inside me. I shifted my hips, adjusting my position so that the tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance.
"You want this, don't you?" I whispered, teasing him with the promise of pleasure.
"Yes, please." He moaned, his voice strained with desire.
"Please what?" I asked, my voice dripping with desire.
I teased him some more, grinding against him and rubbing my clit on his cock. I could feel his hardness growing against my pussy, and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
"Please, Emily. I want you. I need you." He begged, his voice low and husky.
"Okay.. be gentle, I've never done this before " i laid back and spread wide.
Derek's eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, completely exposed and vulnerable to him. I could feel my heart racing as he slowly lowered himself onto me, positioning his cock at my entrance.
"Relax, Emily. I'll go slow." He whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to release the tension in my body. He slowly pushed inside of me, inch by inch. I couldn't help but wince at the pain, it felt like I was being stretched to my limits.
But at the same time, the pleasure was indescribable. The sensation of having him inside of me, filling me up, was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him as he slowly thrust in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
"Fuck, Emily. You feel amazing." Derek groaned, his lips brushing against my neck. His hands were gripping my hips tightly, holding on for dear life. I could feel the tension in his body, the strain as he held back. I reached up, running my fingers through his hair.