I knew that Derek was fucking a few other girls and I was jealous. It didn't make much sense, since I was still seeing two other guys besides him. I don't even know if you could call it "seeing", because mostly we were just pleasuring each other. Derek and I had only gone out once in the two months we'd known each other and that was only because we were starving after a three hour session of raw sex. I can't explain it, but I just wanted all of that potent seed he carried all to myself. I didn't like the idea of another girl sharing my special treat and receiving his powerful lust. I wanted all of his attention and when we were together, I stopped at nothing to ensure Derek had all that he would ever need when he was with me.
Three days ago, I spent the night at Derek's place. He called me at work and told me to come by at 9 o'clock. We were at the point where asking was obsolete; we simply told each other when to come by. When I arrived he showed me in and we kissed passionately for a moment, then he disappeared into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. He had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a towel around the house. Ordinarily, I would have just ripped the towel off and dropped to my knees and sucked his cock right then and there, but I just didn't this time. While Derek was in the other room, I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and poured myself some wine that I found open in the fridge. As I scurried over to the sofa and was about to plop myself down on it I noticed something that immediately angered me, but then equally concerned me at the same time. There was a blue lace thong that was wedged under part of the adjacent loveseat. It was almost all the way underneath and hard to see, but I noticed it. It was clearly lost by "her" and accidentally left behind by mistake. My only thought was that "she" could have left just moments earlier and that was why Derek was showering, but then again, it might have been there for days in my absence. I was just pissed, but really couldn't say anything about it in our current stage of our relationship, whatever that was.
Derek looked hot as he approached me wearing his tight jeans and a yellow t-shirt revealing his muscular physique. It was seeing him at these moments that made it all worth it to me.
"You look so hot baby," I told him.
"You think I look all right Mel?" he asked rhetorically.
"Oh yeah. You are looking fine," I replied.
With that, he approached me as I stood up from the sofa, and we held each other and kissed again. Derek lifted me up and laid me down gently on the ottoman. He released me and moved down to raise up my dress and pull my panties down, over my black pumps, and then finally tossing them onto the carpet. He put his face between my legs and I grabbed onto them from behind my knees and pulled back as far as I could, giving him full access to my perfectly manicured pussy. Derek immediately drove his tongue into my moist lips and began licking me wildly. I was instantly wet and waves of pleasure rocked my body and he gave me head, reminding me of how much I enjoyed having him as my sexual partner. Other men that I had been seeing were also great in bed, but Derek, being black, turned me on to new levels that were unreachable with them. He wasn't just better; he was incredible. Our contrasting skin tones created an insatiable attraction for me to him and all I wanted was more, more, more.
"Oh god baby, that's it, don't stop" I yelled out as Derek, now concentrating on my clitoris, was moments away from giving me a mind blowing orgasm. He persisted on sucking my clit between his full lips and then my body shuttered as my orgasm raced up my spine and practically threw me into convulsions.
"Ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaasssss!" was all I managed to squeak out of my mouth. Every muscle in my body writhed and contracted as I came. Derek, now slowing down and then gently stopping to look up at me, sweating, panting, and breathing rapidly.
