Only you | Derek Morgan

That's the worst idea you've ever had

L A Y L A ' S P O V

There are worse ways to wake up than with Derek's head buried between my thighs. In fact, if I'm woke up any other way in the future I will not react kindly.

I haven't opened my eyes yet but I can feel him down there, lazily planting kisses on my inner thighs, his hot breath fanning across my skin.

After our shower activities last night, we fell exhausted into bed but not for long because Derek woke me up at one a.m for round two. He was sleepily kissing my neck, whispering in my ear how he needed me again and before I knew it, he was in me and I was seeing stars. Another quick nap later, we had a repeat at three a.m. And five a.m.

Morning light is seeping through the curtains now but I don't even know what time it is.. except for the fact that it's time for round.. five?

If his stupid dick didn't feel so incredible, I would be pissed that he's severely tampering with my sleep schedule. But no complaints here because even though our whole night was spent in micro naps, those naps were worth it because freshly fucked sleep hits different.

Derek's stubble is gently scraping my inner thighs and I can tell he's getting impatient waiting for me to wake up. He's made it more than clear to me that he loves eating me out for his pleasure but he always waits for consent before he starts.

So I pull the covers off to see him between my legs, his lips sucking on my skin. "Don't give me hickeys," I say, propping myself up on my elbows. "Someone might see."

Derek's eyes darken and he nips the inside of my leg. "If anyone else is seeing this far up on your thighs then we're going to have a bigger problem."

I want to hear him say it. "Why?"

Derek bites the apex of my thigh again, smoothing his tongue over the sting. "Because you're mine."

I can't help the satisfied smile that crosses my lips. I came here two months ago, ready to be single for a while and not date anyone.. and now I'm quite literally obsessed with this man. Great going, Layla.

"Less talking," I smirk, letting my head sink back into the pillow. "Make me come."

"So demanding," He tuts, pressing a soft kiss to my clit. He slides a finger up and down my slick folds, sending automatic pleasure through my body. "You're so wet for me."

Before I even get a chance to respond, the words are ripped from my throat and come out as a moan when Derek finally dips his head and circles his tongue around my clit. While his hands hold my thighs apart, he slips his tongue out to tease me, licking a tantalizing path through my folds.

With his eyes closed, he repeats the process, groaning at the taste like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted and.. he's told me many times that I am. His middle and ring finger soon join in, lightly circling my entrance as I start to pant, my hips shifting to create additional friction.

I don't know how, but it honestly feels like Derek knows my body better than his own. He doesn't need any instruction, he knows exactly how I like it and what makes my eyes roll back and back arch.

He knows just when to curl his fingers inside me, when to snake his hands up my body and squeeze and roll my nipples between his fingers and when to reach up and have his palm splayed flat across my lower stomach to put gentle pressure because that pushes me over the edge.