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“Jesus, Taylor I need you,” Derrick said. He took a deep breath and pulled himself up so that he was all she could see. “Is that okay, Taylor?” he asked her, his face a mask of restraint. “Can I have you, Taylor?”

Taylor nodded, but there was zero thought behind it. Her whole body was shaking for him. His touch had her on fire, and she knew there had to be a way to extinguish it. “Please, Derrick,” she groaned. She needed him to help her get through this.

“Oh God, Taylor, when you say please, it just does things to me,” he said, leaning down and kissing her. Derrick stroked his hand over her again, and they both sucked in air at the same time. “I can’t wait, you are so ready,” Derrick said.

Taylor felt him shift up, and then there was pressure against her throbbing flesh. She tilted her hips, and Derrick’s firm head slid to her opening.

With a final groan, Derrick growled out, “Oh God, Taylor,” and slid himself inside her as he moved his tongue into her mouth in tandem.

His mouth over hers swallowed the outcry of pain Taylor let out as he drove right through her virginity.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Derrick was basicallyhigh on the fact that he was finally with Taylor, and the feeling of being sheathed tightly within her was heaven. But as Derrick absorbed the sensation and allowed for Taylor to adjust for him, he realized that she was tight, really tight, and that her body had stiffened.

Derrick froze as he realized Taylor was a virgin.

Or she had been.

Derrick’s eyes went wide, suddenly all her innocent behavior and gasping and wide eyes made sense.

Derrick gathered every source of strength he had to keep himself still. Her heat was clenched tightly around him, but he pep talked himself into holding on, waiting, giving Taylor a chance to relax.

He looked at her face. It was all scrunch up, and she was obviously not enjoying this. “I’m sorry, Taylor. I’m so sorry,” Derrick said as he placed a kiss on her forehead and stroked her arms to try and relax her. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, just, you know, do whatever,” she said with her eyes scrunched shut and her teeth tightly ground together.

“No, Taylor. It’s not okay. I’m sorry, baby. I’m going to make this good for you,” he said. Derrick brought a hand up to her face and kissed Taylor gently on her mouth and then her cheek, showering her whole face with kisses. It was torture to not move, but he knew even a millimeter of friction and he was done. He needed to fix this and make it better—no, perfect—for her, and that meant moving slower, gentler. He had vowed to take care of her, and he would prove it. After all, she was all his now, every piece of her belonged to him.

Derrick brought his hand down as he continued to kiss Taylor’s face and gently brushed his fingertips over her breast, lightly grazing her nipple. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor. Every inch of you is perfection,” he whispered into her ear, then dropped a kiss right below her earlobe.

Derrick continued his stroking and kissing, and slowly he felt Taylor relax and saw her face soften, but her eyes remained shut. When he sucked on the nape of her neck, he heard her breath hitch, and he moved his hand slowly down her stomach. Lifting himself up to fit his hand to where they were joined, he slid a finger to the top of her folds and grazed her clit.

Taylor gasped at the touch, and Derrick covered her mouth with his. As he moved his tongue against hers, he also lightly caressed her clit over and over until he felt her shift under him.

Slowly Derrick moved his cock millimeters out of Taylor’s sweet hold and filled her with himself again, slowly. Over and over, he slid out just a little more, taking his time, torturing himself as he massaged himself against her tight grasp, all the while stroking her clit with his fingers a little more and a little deeper.

“Are you with me, Taylor?” Derrick ground out as he moved with her.

Her eyes were closed, and she was taking shallow breaths. She nodded slightly.

“Tell me,” he wanted to hear her, wanted to see if she was losing it as much as he was.

“No … yes … no,” she was stuttering and breathless. “Don’t stop.”

Derrick’s mouth curved slightly, and he kissed her lips. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, Tay,” he told her. He pulled himself almost all the way out and slid quickly back into her, and her hips lifted with his invasion. On the next stroke, Taylor lifted a leg up and over his hip, and Derrick grabbed onto it, pulling her closer to him.

It felt good to be going slow, and even though his body was begging him to go for release, he resisted his need. He wanted to savor every moment and sensation of being with Taylor for the first time. He had dreamed and fantasized and pretended about it for so long, and now that he was finally here, the real thing was nothing like what he imagined. It was infinitely better.

“Derrick,” Taylor gasped, squirming beneath him and moving her hips to meet his as he slipped deep inside her.

“What is it, baby?” Derrick asked. “Tell me what you need.”

Derrick was fascinated and studied her as she swallowed and struggled, unable to find the words. “I, I don’t know, I just need …”

“I promise, Taylor, I will give you everything you need,” he assured her.

He moved his cock out, the wetness surrounding him easing him easily in and out of Taylor’s tight core. Derrick shifted his hips, sliding his cock in at an angle, rubbing himself against Taylor’s sweet spot inside, all the while stroking her clit in a continuous motion. When Derrick kissed his way down to her breast and sucked on her nipple, Taylor arched and stiffened under him as an orgasm drove through her.

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