Page 63 of Clean Hack
He made me want love.
He made me feel like Ideservedlove.
And that was the most important thing. Even beyond grasping that feeling alone.
It hit me then. Love wasn’t about what you had in common. It wasn’t about matching visions for the future. It wasn’t about what you thought. It was about what you felt. What your heart and soul cried out for. It was about seeing yourself through the other person’s eyes and being hit with a magical feeling so deep it wrapped your soul in warmth.
His mouth was on mine again. He nibbled my bottom lip, just barely. He licked my seam, slowly. He tasted my tongue, caressingly. He made love to my mouth while his fingers dug into my back like he was holding on for dear life.
He pulled me to the edge, my core brushing up against his firm, hard length that was straining to bust out of the confinement of his black slacks. I wanted to free him. I wanted to see him. Stroke him. Feel him inside of me.
He broke away, both of us panting hard.
“Are you sure?” he asked as he searched my eyes for any signs that I was hesitant.
He wouldn’t find any, I could tell you that.
I answered his question by taking a firm hold of his shirt and pulling it apart. Buttons ripped off and flew in all directions making tiny, little noises as they hit the counter and floor.
I guessed that was as much of an answer as he needed because the next thing I knew, he was lifting me off the counter and carrying me down the hall. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist as I kissed him again.
I felt the coolness of the comforter hit my back as he laid me out on the bed. He watched me, unblinking, as he shucked his pants. Then he was over me, covering my body with a comforting weight. My nails dug into his skin ferociously. My lips met his hungrily. My body responded desperately.
I was so lost in the feeling of his body against mine that I completely missed him unclasping my bra. I wasn’t even aware until he was pulling it from my body. I hadn’t been this exposed to anyone in a long time. And while I felt a little unsure, it was only because I had no idea if I was going to be good at what was to come. Maybe part of me didn’t even care. Seven years of being a monk, in a way, had started to hit me hard.
His mouth covered my nipple. He sucked. He licked. He owned. Yeah, he did. I couldn’t deny it, he owned me at that moment. And I was sure that feeling was only going to plant itself more firmly into my soul the moment he actually slid inside of me.
It was a slow dance. A graceful waltz. But it had the fire of an Argentine Tango.
Moments passed. Minutes ticked on as he continued to lavish every inch of my skin with love. Like he was making a map, tracking every line with his tongue.
“Derrick,” I said in a strangled moan because I couldn’t take another moment of waiting. My nails raked over his stubbly scalp as he licked along the line of where my panties met my skin. “I need you. Please.”
Clearly, I wasn’t beyond begging.
“Patience, sweetness. I want to savor every moment of this.”
How the hell could I argue with that?
Well, I fucking could. Because this foreplay shit had gone on way too damn long. Yeah, I got that I shouldn’t have been complaining. This man was loving every inch of me. Every flaw. Every ripple. Every scar, visible or not. I would have been a complete idiot not to want that, but at the same time, I just needed him inside of me already.
My panties slid down my legs at the pace of a snail. I wiggled and writhed until they were free. I didn’t even care where the hell the went after they left my body.
I must have been too lost in a lustful haze to even realize that he’d freed himself as well. Because the next thing I knew, his body was covering mine and his thick cock was brushing over my drenched core and sliding through my folds, hitting my clit and making me feel like I was about to come.
His weight shifted as he reached beside the bed. There was the knowing crinkle of a condom wrapper as he ripped open the package. I was glad one of us was thinking because I hadn’t been on any kind of birth control in a long time. But strangely, part of me didn’t care. Which was so fucked up. And I wasn’t going to think about it right now.
My legs came up, wrapping around his waist once he had us protected.
“Luce,” he whispered against my lips as he slowly pushed himself inside of my heat.
I was so wet and ready for him. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he continued his slow, torturing movement. Once he was buried inside me until our pelvises were pressed together, he let out a long breath. He was so big that I could feel everything. I wished I’d been able to get a glimpse of his magnificence before he’d taken me. Then again, I was good and damn ready for this.
He didn’t pound into me. Sure, part of me wanted that. But what he gave me was so much better. He brought me to the edge so slowly that I would have sworn days had passed. It was only once we were dripping with sweat and both of our bodies were begging for release, did he start to really give it to me. His body retreating slowly, then slamming back inside of me. I felt every inch of him. My body tightened, my pussy quivered like it was on the verge of weeping to come.
My legs pulled him in with every retreat and my nails dug into his back.
“I need…” It came out as a moan and I couldn’t even finish the words because I was hanging right there at the edge.
