Page 52 of Spyder
At least I was wrong about one thing. He didn’t sound weird on the phone this morning because he was going to end things between us. He was stressed about what happened at that cabin… and probably stressed even more about telling me what happened out there, knowing how I feel about violence.
“You don’t have to say it back. In fact, don’t say it. Not until you really mean it,” he says, finally breaking the silence between us. “I just… I wanted you to know where I was at. I thought it was important for you to know how I feel about you.”
My emotions are a jumbled mess right now and I can’t seem to grasp a single coherent thought. It feels like so much has been thrown at me that I wasn’t ready to deal with tonight, and I’m having trouble keeping up with it all. For sure, there are a great many things that scare me. Things that give me pause. But there is so much more inside that maelstrom.
But through the chaos swirling around inside of me, I can definitely pick out one thing… just how much I care for Derek. It’s like a beacon of light in the darkness. He makes me feel safe. Happy. He makes me feel secure. He feels like… home. It’s a strange feeling, but it’s the truth. I’ve never felt so comfortable or happy around anybody before. And though I may not be able to express how I feel with words, I can still show him.
I stand up and walk over to him, my eyes fixed on his. He watches me with a curious expression on his face, not sure what I’m doing. But when I sit down in his lap, straddling him, and then kiss him deeply, I think he gets the idea. Derek kisses me back with such an intensity it makes me gasp. He grips my hair and pulls my head back, planting a line of gentle kisses down my neck that sends goosebumps crawling across my skin.
I lower my head and look into his eyes, cradling his face in my hands as I grind myself against him, feeling him lengthen and thicken beneath me. I bite my bottom lip as I shudder, my body quickly warming up. Derek kisses me again, sliding his hands up my thighs. And when his fingertips trail up my legs, I groan softly. But then, he pulls back and looks at me, a gleam of surprise in his eyes and a small smile playing across his lips.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
I shrug as I get to my feet and then hike my dress up as I sit on the table in front of him, parting my thighs to give him a clear view of me.
“I did say I wanted to make you something special to eat,” I say in my best sultry tone.
“Who is this wanton sex goddess and what have you done with the good, conservative girl I knew for so long?
“She’s taking the night off.”
“That’s excellent news,” he replies.
Derek swallows hard but laughs softly, unable to take his eyes off of me. Surprisingly, though, he’s not looking at my intimate parts. He’s looking me in the eye and it’s impossible to miss the love shining brightly in his face. Not to mention the smoldering desire.
He surprises me when he leans forward and buries his face between my thighs. He parts my slick folds with his tongue, driving it deep into me. The sounds of pleasure coming from him are deep, rumbling things that make my most sensitive spots vibrate deliciously. He has me panting and writhing against his mouth, desperate for more, to which he obliges.
Derek cups my ass with his hands and pulls me toward him, plumbing my depths with his tongue. The feel of it sliding against my inner walls makes me cry out, though I stifle it to avoid waking my mother. Even though her meds are powerful, and they always put her out like a light, I see no reason to take chances. Derek is most definitely not making it easy, though.
Reaching down, I grab a handful of his hair, pushing his face even harder into me, reveling in the feeling of his warm breath and wet tongue sliding in and around my molten core. He nips my clit, then takes it into his mouth, sucking hard on it as he drives two fingers deep into me. I’m pulling hard on his hair, my entire body trembling as the pressure inside of me is building toward an explosive peak.
And when he drives a third finger into me, he pushes me over that edge. My breath shudders as it bursts from my mouth, and my heart is pounding so hard I’m half afraid it’s going to burst from my chest. I’m writhing against his face and he keeps me pinned there, continuing to lick and suck on me, prolonging the currents of pleasure flowing wildly through me.
Eventually, he sits back, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. In the low lighting of the dining room, I see my juices glistening on his chin and cheeks. It’s a sight that only stokes the flames of desire inside of me even higher. I slip down off the table and pull Derek to his feet, quickly unbuckling his pants as I do. Pulling them down to his knees, I push him back down into the chair and turn around, then straddle him again.
Reaching down, I grab hold of his cock and smile at how thick and warm it is in my hand. I give it a couple of firm strokes, drawing a low, sultry moan from him. And then, still gripping him by the shaft, I lower myself down, nestling the tip of his staff between folds that are slick and hot. And as I slide myself down, taking his cock into me inch by inch, I clench my inner muscles, making my pussy even tighter. Derek presses his face into my neck, groaning and whispering my name.
When I’m seated on him and have him fully sheathed within me, I take a moment, relishing the sensation of having him fill me up so completely. It’s a feeling of sheer ecstasy that drives me half out of my mind. And as I start to roll my hips, riding him slowly at first, my body feels like it’s catching fire. Derek’s lips find my neck, and he gives me a gentle bite as I rise and fall on his cock, a salacious breath passing my lips.
As I pick up my pace, riding him a bit harder and faster, I bite my bottom lip as Derek wraps his hand around my throat. And as he squeezes firmly, I very nearly cum right then and there. I love it when he does that. He keeps the pressure on my throat as I feel his other hand slide between my thighs. And as he starts to rub my clit while I ride him, I lean my back against his chest, closing my eyes as I give myself over to the myriad sensations rocking me from head to toe.
Derek thrusts himself upward, plunging himself even deeper into me and I’m not fast enough to bite back the cry that bursts from my throat. He turns my head and presses his mouth to mine, swirling his tongue around mine. Our bodies move in a sinuous rhythm together. I’m moving up and down on his staff as he is arching his hips, sinking himself deep within me at just the right moment. It sends flares of pleasure through me that explode and burn brightly, the pressure he’s applying to my throat only heightening it.
I press my back against him even harder as if I were trying to push my body through his, then I start to shudder fiercely. As my orgasm crashes down over me, he takes his hand from between my thighs and clamps it against my mouth, muffling my cries. I squirm on his lap as I cum almost violently. My entire body feels like it’s seizing up and the rapture that’s gripping me has me lightheaded and dizzy.
My orgasm slowly fades, and as it does, I feel my strength going with it. I lie there, my back pressed to his chest, gasping for air, my skin feeling like it’s crackling with a strong current of electricity. I’m limp as a noodle and can honestly say I have never cum so hard in my life. I turn my face to his and kiss him gently, still savoring the feeling of him inside of me.
I give him a smile as I get to my feet, albeit shakily. It feels like I’m getting off a boat after weeks out at sea. My legs are like jelly and feel like they’re going to give out under me. But Derek is there to keep me standing and then he lifts me and sits me down on top of the table. I spread my legs for him then lock my ankles behind his waist as he steps forward.
His mouth crashes against mine and with one hard thrust, my gasp and moan lost in this throat as he buries his cock inside of me again. I lie back on the table as he holds onto my hips and thrusts his rigid staff deep into me. Putting the side of my hand, I bite down, trying to restrain my cries from growing too loud. But the way he slams himself into me, stretching me open and filling me up feels too good.
I turn my head and look into his eyes as he fucks me. The depth of emotion in his gaze nearly steals my breath. I can see that for him, this isn’t just casual sex. Maybe it’s not making love, but it’s definitely not just fucking. Not for him. And if I’m being honest, it isn’t for me, either. I don’t know what to call it, but the connection we have is only getting deeper and stronger. And not just because of the sex. It’s the current of emotion that’s flowing between us that’s thicker than the early morning fog that rolls in off the ocean.
Derek raises my legs, puts my feet on his shoulders, and wraps his arms around my thighs, giving himself leverage as he pounds his cock into me. The sound of our bodies crashing together fills the dining room and the wine glasses on the table are rattling, but we’re heedless of it. I bite the inside of my cheek, basking in the feeling of him driving himself into me with a primal ferocity that gets me wetter than I can ever remember being.
His face is red, his breathing is ragged, and I feel his cock swelling. He’s just about to the pinnacle, so I squeeze him with my inner muscles. He gasps and loses his rhythm for a moment, casting a lopsided grin at me as he tries to regain his momentum. He presses his fingers hard into my skin and his pace slows down as a husky groan spills from his lips.
“Cum for me, Derek,” I whisper. “Cum inside of me.”
