Page 47 of After Tonight

She started to pull back to mention all of this, but suddenly Derek turned her, put her up against the wall next to the doorway, and pressed close.

And yeah, that totally worked. Now he was able to press close everywhere. Everywhere. He felt amazing. Hot, hard, and eager. His hands roamed, his mouth was hungry, and Riley felt a dizzying rush at how much he seemed to want her.

She let her hands roam as well. Down to the magnificent ass, then around to the cock she’d been thinking about all day. When she stroked him, Derek jerked his head back, his breath hissing out.

“Ry,” he groaned.

She stroked up and down his length, and he leaned in to put his forehead against hers.

“Did you imagine it like this in the shower?” she asked.

He reached up and circled his hand around hers, squeezing tighter around his cock. “No.”

She let him move her hand up and down, the hard heat of him making her deep muscles clench and her body feel like it was melting. “No?”

“It was your mouth.” His voice was gruff.

And Riley felt a shaft of heat shoot through her. “My mouth, huh?”

He gripped his cock, his hand still around hers. “Yeah. Your sweet, sassy mouth, taking me in, sucking me.”

She took a shaky breath. “Oh.”

He gave a soft chuckle. “It was pretty hot.”

“I can do that.”

He let out a breath. “I bet you can.”

Suddenly, she wanted to do it. She started to dip her knees, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“But you know…I have a better idea.”

“A better idea than a blowjob?” she asked. “Is there such a thing?”

“How about you tell me?”

Then he dipped his knees, sinking to the floor in front of her.

Riley caught her breath. “I don’t know, Sex God. Not sure you’re the one that’s supposed to be kneeling.”

“Give me five minutes and then let me know how you feel about that.”

His fingers went to the waistband of the yoga pants she wore, and he skimmed them and her panties off in one smooth move.

He gave a little growl of appreciation, his eyes hot on the area between her legs as she lifted one foot at a time to kick the clothes out of the way.

“Just as I imagined,” he said, his voice rough. Then he gripped her butt in both hands and leaned in, kissing the area just inside her hip bone.

She was completely unable to pursue the whole topic of him imagining this because his hot mouth on her bare skin swamped her system with sensations. All she could do was grip the top of his head with one hand and flatten the other on the wall behind her to keep herself upright.

Her head fell back, thunking against the wall, her eyes sliding shut as heat and want washed over her.

Derek swirled his tongue around the belly button ring she wore, then kissed across her stomach over the swirling design of the cherry blossoms tattoo that ran hip to hip. He paused every couple of centimeters to give a flower a little flick of his tongue.

“Derek,” she gasped as he drew closer to where she was unbelievably wet and hot. Sure, having a good-looking, naked guy kissing her should make her wet. But this was Derek, and she was realizing as good as he was with his mouth in this situation, she really kind of loved his mouth all around. Yes, even when he was teasing. Certainly when he was charming her grandmother. Absolutely when he was saying things like “I’ll get it taken care of” to someone who needed his help. And when he made her brother or mom laugh and relax. And when he smiled. And when he—

He dipped his head and licked over her clit, and Riley’s thoughts all went to this. This was all she cared about at this moment. Her fingers curled into his hair, and she gasped and arched closer to his tongue without even thinking. She was just feeling, and what she felt was that she wanted more.

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