Page 90 of Not Catching Love

“How far am I?”

He chuckles, husky and deep. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Fuck.”

“It’s okay. Watching you try is so hot. It feels so fucking good.”

That’s exactly what I need to hear. His praise helps me keep going. To keep trying. I wish he’d told me how far I have to go, but his lack of answer means it’s probably still a lot. I’d only been half-serious when I’d asked if he was too big, but I’m starting to get worried that he might be.

“I don’t think I can do it.” Even though I’m trying to hold it back, the panic hits my voice. I want to do it. I need to.

“Shh …” His grip tightens on my hip, holding me still, as his lips return to kissing me. All along my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. “We’re not in a hurry. If you need to stop, we’ll stop, but I know you can do it.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You can. You’re doing so good I know you can take the whole thing.”

“Can … can you do it?”

“You want me to take over?”

I refuse to stop, but I need some help here. “Please.”

“Okay.”

Derek wraps his arms around me and draws me into a kiss. He begins slowly. A gentle rocking of his hips, fucking me with whatever I managed to get inside.

It feels better than I thought it could. I’m spread open and vulnerable, but with every tiny thrust, Derek works himself deeper. He clearly knows what he’s doing, and I swear to fucking god he must have the patience of a saint because it takes forever.

But it doesn’t hurt.

And when he presses his hips tightly to my ass, he’s panting hard.

Locked together like this, feeling fuller than I ever could have imagined … it’s the greatest moment of my life. I clench down around him, overwhelmed with how much I love that.

“I knew you could take me,” he says.

“I need you to fuck me now.”

Derek rolls his hips, lighting up a fucking mind-blowing spot inside me. His cock passes over it, again and again, and I swear I’m already on the edge.

All those times I’d tried for a one-night stand, I’m so fucking grateful none of them ever worked out. When Derek fucks me, I can feel genuine care coming from him. The same deep want I have. That’s what I need. It’s not something I would have gotten from a random in a bar.

Derek groans out some mixed-up curses before moving faster. “Watching you take my cock is turning me on so much.”

I glance down to where his hips are pounding against mine, my needy, neglected dick jutting out in front of me.

“Touch yourself, baby. I need you to come.”

I’ll give Derek anything he asks for. I wrap my hand around my shaft, and the relief is immediate. Derek’s going to get his wish sooner than later because as I jerk off with him moving inside me, I lose track of reality.

This is too good to be true.

This feels way too big to be happening.

The way my heart has a happy ache as he holds me tight and works to get us to the end. My back is sweaty against his chest, his breath is hot in my ear, and I’m floating out of my head, waiting for my orgasm to hit. It’s so fucking close now.

“Look at me,” he orders.

---