Gone Girl 3

Chapter 11

"And why is that Veronica?" Derek asks as his long fingers run up my legs. My name on his lips feels like honey. I want to hear him say my name as he moans.

The pillows between us don't matter anymore as he turns on his side and plays with my very short shorts.

He runs his fingers over the fabric, slightly tugging at it. I want his fingers to rip my clothes apart. My breathing is shallow as I wait for his next move.

"Tell me why," he demands as his fingers slip inside of the shorts and teases me slowly.

"Because..." I breathe in harshly as he pulls down my pants, exposing my black underwear. "because I w- want you."

Derek loves seeing me beg, whimpering for him. Stuttering because he is teasing me. Driving me crazy until he finally gives in and gives me what I desire.

"How bad do you want this?" He runs his fingers over my crotch, only the panties keeping him from touching my sensible area. I shudder. I can't even keep breathing, but my heart is racing.

I find some courage within myself to do what I'm about to do. I spread my legs and I take his hand and I guide him below. I'm already so warm down there and he loves it, but he is patient.

The thing is... I'm not.

I pull him by the collar of his shirt and the pillows move to the side as he comes on top of me, between my legs.

"I want this, really, really badly, Derek," I say as I cup his face and kiss him hard.

I pull his body towards mine, leaving no space between us. I can feel his hard length pressing on my crotch and I want him inside more than I want to breathe.

He continues kissing me with the same passion as his hand runs to my underwear once again, but this time he hurriedly takes it off. His previous patience gets replaced by earning. He is earning for me and the way he perfectly fits inside of me.

As he starts pressing harder and harder against my crotch, I want it more and more, to the point it drives me crazy. Our kiss becomes sloppy and fast, full of desire.

My nails dig into his back, pulling him closer and closer even though we are already as close as we can be.

"I'm not going to be gentle," he whispers into my mouth and I moan.

I help him take off his pants and I get ready for him to take me.

My eyes shot open. I sit up straight and I feel a warm liquid between my legs.

Oh. Hell. No.

Fuck! Idiot. Fuck.

I look to my side, Derek is still sleeping peacefully and he is lightly snoring which I find kind of cute but I can't fucking believe I had a wet dream with him in bed. God. How am I even going to look at him?

And now I'm horny.

I try to quietly stand up but I accidentally stub my toe on the corner of the bed and I let out a swear word.

I stop breathing as I look at him. Phew. Still sleeping. He is a heavy sleeper.

I need to clean myself... I need to fix this mess. I don't even have any extra panties. Nicole was supposed to come tomorrow—which would be today since it's five am now—to bring me the stuff I brought to my dorm.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and the door squeaks as I open it. He stops snoring.

Relax. I'm going to pee. Normal thing. An absolutely normal thing to do at five am. It's not like he can read my mind.