The Demon and His Plaything

9| Another Sunday

It was an idyllic morning as the sun rose, the birds coming awake and singing good morning. Samantha woke first. Derek still held her, his large frame curled behind her.

She untangled herself and trotted behind a tree to relieve herself. It stung a little but overall she only had a dull ache between her legs. She knew it'd be gone in the next couple of hours. Derek had been very gentle with her. She walked slowly back, studying the man lying on the ground. Her chosen mate. His face was soft in sleep–gentle and sweet.

She found her underwear and slipped them on foregoing her stockings, putting on her dress as well. She wasn't sure what to do after that. She'd never woken up next to someone before.

She was wandering around the clearing, collecting his clothing and the wine bottles when she heard him stir. He sat up to look for her when he felt her absence in his arms.

"Morning." he smiled warmly at her.

She smiled back and popped his clothes next to him.

"Come here," he coaxed.

She tentatively knelt beside him. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, then rolling so he was on top. She yelped in surprise and he laughed into the kiss he gave her.

He pulled back and stroked the side of her face, delicately tracing the line of her jaw. Clear blue eyes searched her green ones–she couldn't tell what for so she just looked back at him.

He took a breath. "No regrets?"

She shook her head. "None."

He smiled brilliantly and kissed her deeply. She could feel his interest was picking up steam, his lower body rubbing against hers. She thought it was better not to today–she was seeing Godrick later that night. She wanted to be ready for him.

"Derek..." she said softly as his mouth started to move down her face, lingering on his mark. The sensation sent a shiver through her, sparking something deep within her. There was her wolf again but then it danced away.

"We should stop for now." She added when calling his name did nothing to slow him down. He pulled away from her reluctantly, rolling onto his back. She slid into his side and rubbed his torso through the tablecloth.

He caught her hand. "Probably better to, um, not touch me right now." He laughed. "I need a very cold shower."

"I can do something else for you," she offered. She slid her hand under their makeshift blanket and stroked him. He shifted to get comfortable and closed his eyes briefly.

She reached into her mouth with her other hand, pushing down on the back of her tongue to generate more saliva. He watched her with a look of confusion as she cupped her now wet hand. She coated his thickness and smoothly stroked, starting with a slow twisting motion.

He moaned as she started to use both hands. She knew it would be quicker to use her mouth but she hadn't gotten permission for that.

He seemed to be surprised by his moans and she could tell he was trying to be quiet–the starkness of his enjoyment too real in the cold morning light. He reached out to her, unsure what he should be doing with his own hands, finally settling one arm across his eyes and the other in his hair.

She watched him as she gripped him. She liked how his large hands balled into fist and his soft lips moved against each other as she gave him the release he wanted. His lower body pitched as he came with an oh goddess, causing Samantha to smirk.

"You're amazing," he breathed, pulling her to kiss him. She could tell he wanted to say more but he suddenly felt shy.

She let him clean himself up with their already ruined makeshift sheet.