Page 73 of Always Right

Derek hummed, nodding his head but waiting, like he knew there was more I wanted to say.

“But I have a surprise for you, too.”

Head tilting to the side and eyes narrowed, Derek waited for me to speak, but when I untied the robe and let it pool around my feet, his eyes widened, traveling down my body—from the swell of my breasts to the lace thong that hardly covered the most intimate parts of me.

He let out a breath, shaking his head, as if he couldn’t believe I was really standing in front of him dressed like this and to be honest, I couldn’t either.

“Do you like it?”

With a scoff, he pushed himself off the wall, walking toward me. My breath hitched when he stopped in front of me, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Like it? I fucking love it. You look stunning.”

“Yeah?”

“Like an angel ready to sin.”

I swallowed thickly as he ran his hand down my arm, eliciting goosebumps to spread down every inch of my skin, even more when he ran his thumb over an already puckered nipple. Derek smiled at my reaction and I knew that even though maybe I’d have the upperhand for a few minutes, that would quickly disappear.

His lips brushed mine as he leaned in and kissed me, his hand traveling down to my ass and squeezed, holding me close to him. I held on to his shirt, feeling the way the world began to spin when his tongue found mine and started teasing me, reminding me of all the things he could do. Nothing compared to those moments, when it was just us two and the rest of the world ceased to exist. My hand traveled down, unbuttoning his shirt, and my lips moved to his jaw, feeling him tense as my tongue traced his neck, and then lower to his chest. I offered him a teasing smile as I unbuckled his belt and he let out a laugh, letting me do as I pleased even as I took him in my hand and his breathing hitched.

I loved the sound.

Like he didn’t expect it to feel that good for me to hold him in my hand and caress him.

Like for those few moments, he was weak against my touch.

I knelt in front of him, taking him into my mouth as he groaned, his hand traveling to my hair, holding it tight enough it left behind only a hint of pain.

It felt like I hadn’t done it in forever even though it had only been a few days, but to taste him, feel him in my mouth while he looked down at me, his eyes full of fire and his curses filled the air, I knew I had to be doing something right. I held on to his legs as he began thrusting into my mouth, struggling to keep his control as my tongue traced his shaft.

He was barely hanging on, barely containing himself and I loved it.

I was on my knees, sure, but I felt powerful, knowing I had the ability to undo this man, knowing it would only be me to see this side of him for the rest of our lives.

Derek groaned, tugging at my hair before whispering my name.

"Come here," he said, pulling me up to my feet. "If you keep that up I won't last."

He crashed his mouth against mine without giving me a chance to speak or say a thing, walking me back until I felt the bed against my legs. He stole a moan from my lips when his fingers pinched a nipple and then traveled lower, between my legs.

Breaking the kiss, he reached into the pocket of his pants, taking the blindfold out. I bit my lip, smiling at him as he raised his eyebrows with a wide grin spread across his face. With his hands on my waist, he turned me around, brushing my hair over my shoulder as I tilted my head back against him.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. My eyes fluttered closed as he placed open mouthed kisses on the nape of my neck, nipping at my skin. "So if you ask me to bring a blindfold, I'll bring it."

I smiled, waiting...but instead, he took my hands behind my back, tying them.

My eyes flew open and he chuckled, giving my ass a squeeze. "You weren't specific. I figured there's other ways we can use it. Unless you don’t want to.”

I didn’t get much time to think of an answer before he began kissing my neck again, one of his hand traveling down my belly and then over my panties, caressing me in the way only he knew how to do. I swallowed thickly, feeling how fast I would come undone if he would just touch me how I needed.

“Besides...you won’t need your hands for what I’m going to do to you,” he whispered.

A soft moan left my lips when he bypassed the barrier between his fingers and my wet heat and he hummed, gently pushing me on to he bed. Instinctively, I raised my hips, waiting...hoping he wouldn’t make me wait too long for some relief. Instead, I heard his clothes dropping to the floor, his shoes being kicked off before I felt him behind me, his skin brushing against my own and making me squirm.

My hands fisted behind my back, aching to touch him, to feel him close to me but he didn’t budge, instead giving me only a small chuckle.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to call you my wife.” I moaned as he moved the lace cloth to the side, exposing me. It felt like I was on fire, ready to explode, ready to give him whatever he wanted as long as he put it out. He squeezed my ass roughly before I felt his tongue running up and down my slit and I cried out in relief, hoping he wouldn’t stop.

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