"Un uh, move ya hand, 'Riyah." Derek slaps my hand away from his chiseled torso to push deeper into me, moaning every time I called out his name. In the 'face down, ass up' position, I'm at his mercy, loving every bit of the pain and pleasure that he gives me.
"Fuck, Derek. You fuck me soo goood. So good, so good, so fucking good."
"That's a good girl, take my shit, 'Riyah. Let me know you love it."
"I love it, Derek. Fuck, I love it. I'm right there."
Derek pushes me down, laying on top of me, still inside, slow stroking me in tortuous circles. His front is pressed up against my back, his ankles, locked in with mine and our bodies are drenched in sweat. I can feel him, every inch of him, stirring up a storm deep in my core.
The soft rhythm of his heart against my back, his breath, hot and moist against my skin and he moans, his low, pussy-clenching voice whispering harshly into my ear. "Shiiit. You 'gone cum with me? Hm, 'Riyah?" He sucks on the area where my neck meets my shoulder, sending chills down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge.
His request was more like a demand, bringing me to my orgasm quicker, unexpectedly and I released all of my bodily fluids onto him.
And he does the same.
Still in a sex haze, he finds the time to pull my chin toward his face, kissing me passionately. And I moan at the feeling of his soft lips on mine, something I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of.
• • •
My mind was still on Derek and the way he made my body shudder. Then, it was Jada's voice...and a French fry being thrown at the area between my chin and bottom lip that brought me back to whatever it was we were talking about.
"Soooooriyahh."
It's now Sunday, and both of us have a clear schedule to do whatever today, so we took it upon ourselves to go to the mall for some shopping. Now, two hours later, we're in the food court eating Bojangles.
I picked up a fry from my tray to throw back at her. "Damn, Jada. What'd you say? I didn't hear you." I asked her and she rolled her eyes, smiling at me.
"Well if you were paying attention, you would've heard me ask you what you was doing last night. Since you'on wanna text nobody back."
"Jada, you know I be knocking out early when I'm overworked. I was beat yesterday." I reply, her examining eyes still stuck on me, trying to catch me in a lie.
She chuckles softly, "Mhm. You in a good mood today. Mmcht, who you had up in there?" She pursed her lips dramatically and I wanted to bust out laughing, but if I did that, it'd only make her more curious.
Even though she was right, I rolled my eyes at her assumption. So I folded my arms and crossed one leg over the other, my expression stoic, "Ain't no 'who', Jada. Nobody but lil' ol' me. Watching my Food Network and then taking my ass to bed."
Before Derek left this morning, we agreed that we would keep things between us. No one needed to know, anyway.
I could go on with reasons but with him just getting out of a relationship, and us not wanting anyone in our business, it just made sense for us to keep this our secret.
But I'm having a hard time with Jada right now because I want her to know. It's probably easier for Derek not to tell Javonte than it is for me, spilling everything to Jada. That girl was an expert investigator, but knowing how Derek and I are with each other, I'm sure she wouldn't even believe me anyways.
