Instead of answering, I slide my hands around to grasp the backs of his shoulders and kiss him.
Taking it as consent, Derik moves his length carefully in and out of me. I can’t suppress the primitive sounds of pleasure escaping my throat. He sucks my tongue, and I dig my nails into his back as our pace quickens and the sound of slapping skin echoes across the walls.
“Ohh…hmmm…” I wail as his movements become deeper and faster. I’m losing my mind. All I know is what I want in this moment, and what I want is every part of him enmeshed with every part of me.
“Derik…” I call out. “Hmm…”
He pauses.
“Say that again?” he orders, a perverted smirk on his face.
“S-say what?”
Blinking in confusion, I instinctively squirm my hips, tortured by his stillness, without averting his gaze. His jaw is clenched, and it takes me a moment to realize what he means.
Oh, gosh. Men have such weird fetishes!
“Derik…” I murmur, moaning his name as seductively as I can. “Derik, fuck
me…”
Without warning, he plunges his entire length into me, reaching the deepest parts of my center. I shriek as an explosion of pleasure overtakes my entire
being. His hand cups and massages my breast while his mouth fondles the crook of my neck.
“Arghh…oh…I’m coming!” I wail, feeling him swelling inside of me.
I sound like a complete stranger to myself, but I don’t care.
I like the way it feels.
And I like the fact that he’s my first.
His breathing is frantic and erratic, and his movements are hard and fast. With a final, intense thrust and loud moan into my ear, I feel him pulsate, shooting his load into my depths. Planting a long and tender kiss on my lips, he rolls to my side and encloses me inside his strong arms. I fall asleep while staring at his handsome features, feeling an unusual sense of satisfaction and completeness.
Yet there’s an unsettling knowledge within me–we’ve turned a page that we can never turn back.
Chapter 6
DERIK
L eaning with one hand on the wall of the shower, the hot water running
down my body, I curse silently, relieving myself as the memory from last
night torments my mind. Finding Natalie curled naked in my arms early this morning made me feel a mix of lust, guilt, satisfaction…and oddly…a sense of peace and happiness.
I pant with heavy breaths as I firmly stroke my arousal with quick motions.
When did I become such a bastard to even think of ever defiling her?
I groan as a generous load of semen erupts from my cock. Unfortunately, it isn’t enough to satiate me as the alluring sound of her voice and visions of the night before flash through my memory. I know we’ve crossed a line, and there’s no turning back.
I desperately search my mind for some way to correct my mistake.
I have witnessed Natalie blossom into a beautiful, intelligent, confident woman. But she’s someone I’ve been tasked with taking care of–she should not fall prey of my lust. How could I have done this?
As thoughts of her continue to fill my mind, I’m overwhelmed by a yearning for her that cannot be physically satisfied, so I give up and decide on a warm
soak in the tub, hoping the licentious urge will eventually subside.
Could it be that I’m just insanely starved for sex these days?
I was completely clear-headed last night, and everything is vivid in my memory. I may have consumed a fair amount of alcohol, but not enough to cloud my judgment. I’m not even a lustful man to begin with, and my self-control isn’t something that’s ever been easily swayed.
There’s an abrupt knock on the bathroom door.
Startled, I jump.
“Derik?”
It’s Natalie. Her voice is soft and hoarse–perhaps from all the screaming last night?
I shake my head to erase the dirty thought. Damn it.
It’s still early. How is she already awake?
Standing up out of the water, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. As if understanding my concerns, the little soldier finally bows down, allowing me to regain my composure.
