In His Service

first : Derek's POV

She stood before me in a silver lace bodysuit that accentuated her pert breasts and skimmed over her perfect hips. She twirled slowly in a circle, allowing me to feast my eyes on every inch that was covered, or not covered, by the thin material.

When she took a step toward me and our eyes locked again, I knew all bets were off. I was on her again in a second and she opened to me immediately, her hands flying to my belt and yanking it off before deftly undoing my pants and shoving them over my hips along with my boxers.

When her warm, soft hand enveloped my hard-on and she let out a soft moan, I involuntarily let out a string of curse words at the touch. Her sexy giggle had me smiling through the expletives, though. With some difficulty, I kicked off my shoes and socks and stepped out of my pants as she worked my cock in her hand.

Once I was free of all constrictions I swept her up into my arms and deposited her back on the counter top, pushing her backwards until she was lying on her back, spread open for me like a buffet dinner. I leaned over her, running one hand in a painfully slow exploration from her neck all the way down her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, to the apex of her thighs, where my other hand was working her clit through the thin lace.

The scent of her arousal was driving me wild, and the liquid pooling in her center made me nearly lose control. Virginia writhed beneath my hands on the counter top, arching her back to meet my touch and pressing her sex against my fingertips with wild abandon.

I continued to tease her with my fingers through the lace, and let one hand drift back up to the gorgeous mounds of her breasts. I found her pointed nipple and squeezed, eliciting a gasp from Virginia's lips. I shoved the lace cup down to gain access to the tiny silver hoop that decorated her nipple, wanting to capture it between my teeth until she was begging for me. 

A small piece of card stock paper tucked into the edge of the fabric caught my eye and I grabbed it with two fingers, flicking it open to read. Hot waves of anger and possessiveness crashed through me when I saw the name signed to the card. 

Luc.

My fingers stilled and Virginia gyrated against my hand, silently begging for more, but I was distracted. 

Her breathy voice met my ears, "Derek, what are you-" she lifted her head to see the card in my hand and the expression on my face. "Oh, I forgot about that," she finished softly, reaching for the card. 

Instead of handing it over, I tossed the card over my shoulder and grabbed Virginia by the hips, pulling her hard against me so that her ass was hanging off the counter. She let out a squeal that melted into a low moan as I ground my erection against her sex. 

"You're right, Virginia," I growled, shoving the material of her bodysuit aside so that I could slide one finger, then two into her tight, hot cunt. "You're going to forget all about that little card, and the name on it, along with any other name except mine tonight. Do. You. Understand?" I accentuated my words with my fingers, driving them in and letting them slide out slowly as she contracted around them. 

Her mews of pleasure were winding me up, but the visual she offered was making me lightheaded. As I fingered her, her long fingers traced the outline of her breasts, cupping them, fondling them; but as I shoved my fingers inside her with the word "understand" she grabbed both nipples and pinched, rolling them between her thumb and index fingers. 

"Yes!" She cried in answer to my demanding question. "Yes, Derek, yes." Her voice was strained and breathy and full of desire. I continued pumping my fingers in and out of her as she fondled her own breasts. I could feel her orgasm building as she flexed and squeezed and nearly pushed my fingers out. I increased the rhythm, finger fucking her while she bucked against me.