Lost in the music with Derek, I lost all sense of time. It seemed like time had stopped while we were moving together, and I definitely didn't want it to start again. Unfortunately, it had to. As the current song ended, I stepped back away from Derek, looking up at him and smiling. "I think we need a break," I said, taking in the incredibly sexy image that he was. He looked hot and intense, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead and a wicked lopsided grin on his face. He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd toward the people who weren't dancing.
He continued holding my hand even once we were out in the open, and we made our way toward the drinks. I had thought I would need alcohol to loosen me up and get close to Derek, but I hadn't even had one drink and tonight was already amazing. I decided that I would remain sober; I didn't want to forget a single second of this night. Derek got a bottle of water for himself and me and led me outside.
The cool breeze of the night felt amazing, and for a few minutes we stood in silence, enjoying the feel of the cool air. Standing with my eyes closed, I felt Derek brush a strand of hair from my face, and continue to run his fingers all the way through my hair, and down my back. I shivered and opened my eyes to find him standing directly in front of me, studying me.
He took his hand from my back and brought it to my face, running his fingers slowly from forehead down the line of my jaw, and then continuing down my neck. It felt amazing. "You're so beautiful," he said so softly I could barely hear. He looked into my eyes, asking me a silent question. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked up at him and watched him tilt his head and lean toward me, softly pressing his lips to mine. As his lips softly explored mine, the hand that had rested on my neck slid into my hair, urging me closer to him. I slid my hands to his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt. His lips felt amazing, soft and gentle against mine. I felt his tongue reach out to caress my bottom lip, and I opened up to him, allowing him entrance to my mouth. His tongue found mine, and suddenly, the softness of the kiss was gone. I was overwhelmed with my desire for him; I needed him. I took control of the kiss, lightly sucking on the tip of his tongue. I slid my fingers softly up and down his back, pulling him tight against me. We could have been kissing for an hour or two minutes, I really had no idea, but it was incredible.
Finally, we broke apart, our breath rapid and shallow. I laid my head against his shoulder. God, he smelled so good. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss his neck, and I did so softly, pressing my lips lightly along the side of his neck. He breathed in sharply and held me closer, his hands planted firmly on my lower back. Pleased with his reaction, I began to suck softly on the curve of his neck, and I slid my hands under his shirt and onto the skin of his back. I felt him shiver and he moaned softly, turning his head to give me better access. I slid my hands over the smooth skin of his back, reeling in the feel of his hard muscles, and licked and kissed the spot I had just sucked on, causing another small moan to escape his lips.
Suddenly, he held me tighter to him and guided me backward, forcing my gently against the side of the house. I looked up at him and caught his gaze, his eyes filled with the same intense lust I had seen before. He kissed me again, this time with need and force, nibbling softly on my bottom lip. I gave in to him, arching myself against him. His hands found the the bottom of my shirt and he slid them under it, finding the soft skin of my stomach. Everything he did felt incredible, and I probably would have let him fuck me right then and there if he'd tried. He pulled his lips from mine and leaned against me. I could feel his arousal once again, pressed hard again my stomach, and I could feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
He brought his lips to my ear and whispered softly, "I need you, Aurora. I need you so bad." His words sent a bolt of heat through my body, and I shivered and pressed myself tighter against him. He kissed my ear and neck, breathing hard, and I brought my hands around to the front of his body, sliding over his incredible abs. I ran my fingers slowly down his sides, and he shivered, catching his breath and stilling his kisses. "Come home with me, please," he said softly, looking into my eyes.
"Let's go," I said, taking his hand. We hurried to the car, hand in hand. God, I wanted this man so bad. Everything he did set me on fire. As soon as we were in the car, he pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue expertly stroking mine. I had lost all thought of being shy or nervous; I needed this man. I put my hand on his leg, sliding it up his thigh, getting close, but never touching his cock. He groaned, and I continued my torture. I needed to drive him crazy. I slid one hand up the inside of his thigh and the other up the front of his shirt.
"Fuck," he groaned, breaking the kiss, but staying so close to my mouth I could feel his breath. "We have to go. Now." We sat in our own seats and I started the car.
"Wait, what about Sara?" I asked. "She's going to be worried. I need to call her or something."
"I'll call her," he said, searching for his cell phone. He told her we were headed back to the house and that everything was fine. She didn't ask any questions or anything, so I just sped back to their house.
When we reached their house, he practically jumped out and came to open my door for me, taking my hand and leading me to the house. When we reached the front door, he had to find his keys and unlock the door, and I took advantage of the situation. I stood behind him and slid my hands under the front of his shirt, making my way up his chest and over his nipples. I kissed his back while he struggled to get the key to turn, and I bit him softly, causing him moan and still for a moment. I took my hands out of his shirt and removed myself from him, and he returned to his task, more focused this time. He got the door open and quickly pulled me in, immediately shutting and locking it behind us.
He took my hand and led me quickly down the hall. When we got to the end he opened a door and pulled me inside. "My room," he muttered as he started kissing my neck. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me hard, sliding his hands up the back of my shirt. I pulled his shirt up and he lifted his arms, helping me get it over his head. I immediately started kissing his muscular chest and stroking his abs. He slid his hands down onto my ass, groaning and pulling me tight against him. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and I allowed him to pull it over my head. He threw my shirt to the side and put his hands on my stomach, working his way up to my bra-less breasts. His large hands finally found my breasts and he moaned, taking them both into his hands and running his thumbs over my nipples. I arched my back into his touch, leaning my head back against the door and biting my lip. He moved his head down and replaced one of his hands with his mouth, sucking lightly on my small, pink nipple. I moaned and put my hands in his hair, reveling in the feel of his mouth on me. I wanted him so bad.
I pulled his face back up to mine, kissed him, and began working the button on his pants. He groaned when he realized my intentions and slid his tongue into my mouth to caress mine, his hands roaming my soft, naked skin. I got his pants undone and slid them down, along with his black boxers. He stepped out of them, standing naked in front of me. I pulled him close, but not tight against me, and slid my hands from his abs down to his hipbones and thighs, barely missing his cock on both sides. His breathing faltered and he groaned, laying his head on my shoulder. He needed this just as bad as I did, if not more. Sara had told me it had been a long time for him, I intended to make it unforgettable. I slid my fingers back up his thighs, still not quite touching his cock. "Sit on the bed," I told him, looking up at him and biting my lip.
