*All characters are 18+. This is fiction for erotic entertainment only; I do not condone nonconsensual sex.*
"Woah, slow down."
Derrick's hand reluctantly left my crotch. "Sorry, babe. Too soon?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Sorry... I'm just -- we're not there yet."
He smiled. "No, Jana, it's ok. Oh, have you seen this one? It's great. One more tonight?"
We were cuddling on my couch, just finished with a movie when he got a little too handsy. Derrick and I had hooked up only a week ago. He seemed fun and great, but it was too soon for that much groping.
I shrugged. "Sure."
It wasn't a very interesting movie, but I felt a little bad rejecting him. He more than made up for it, spending the next half hour with his arm around my back, rubbing my thigh, my hip, my waist, massaging my breast. I didn't mind a little touching.
Then we heard a loud crack followed by a crunch and smash. I jumped. It came from just outside the front door.
Derrick frowned and opened the door, the wind almost blowing the door wide open. He closed it with a bit of a struggle, then turned back with a scowl. "A tree fell on my car. It's really going crazy out there."
The movie must've drowned out the storm, and it was late at night -- too dark to notice the swaying trees. He was on the phone with his insurance. It sounded like they were busy, and no one would be out until the storm died down anyway.
He sighed. "You mind if I stay on your couch tonight, babe?"
"No, of course not. Sorry about your car." I grabbed some blankets and a pillow for him then went to get ready for bed.
It felt strange to close my bedroom door; I lived alone, so I almost never did. I left it open a crack.
An hour later, I was mostly asleep when the light from the hall woke me. I lifted my head and squinted at the open door.
"Hey," Derrick said softly. "Sorry, the couch is killing my back. Would it be ok if I slept with you? I'll keep my hands to myself."
I rubbed my eyes and frowned, a little annoyed. "Um, I can sleep on the couch. Here --"
"No, no, I don't want to make you sleep on the couch in your own home, Jana. I'll just try the floor." The door began to close.
I sighed and yawned. "No, don't do that. You can share my bed, it's fine." I just wanted to sleep.
He slipped back into the room and shut the door, sliding under the sheets moments later. I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks. Sorry for waking you, babe."
"Mmm, 's fine." Actually, it felt nice having someone in my bed again; his weight and warmth were comforting. I began to drift off.
And woke to his hand on my breast. I'd forgotten that I don't wear a bra to bed -- or anything other than panties. He seemed to be asleep, his hand just resting there while I lay on my back. I didn't want to wake him. His hand was warm and comforting, and my eyes closed.
A gentle, soft massage. A warm towel slowly rubbing my skin. Pleasant heat spreading through me like soft clouds.
I blinked out of my dreams, still feeling that heat and something wonderful on my breasts.
Hair. A head? Lips, a tongue. Derrick was suckling at a tit and lightly squeezing the other one. Mostly asleep, I sighed and enjoyed his tongue swirling around my nipple, bathing my soft flesh, his teeth grazing my hardened nub.
His thumb rubbed my other nipple and I moaned quietly. He rubbed and sucked a little harder, rolling and pinching with his fingers, flicking with his tongue.
His hand began to wander down my ribs, caressing my waist, then resting at my hip while he shifted to suck on my other breast.
I vaguely thought about stopping him. It would be a shame to interrupt his delightful mouth. I moaned softly as his tongue flattened and licked hard, the warmth of his breath spreading to the rest of my body.
He lightly stroked my thigh as he sucked, his fingers coming closer and closer to my mound. I barely noticed. My legs subconsciously parted, and my back curved to shove my breast into his mouth.
His fingers brushed over my panties, softly back and forth. It was a nice, soothing touch while he continued to nip and lick at my tit. Still barely awake, the gentle pleasure was like a good dream.
He slowly applied pressure to my panty-covered mound, bit by bit, until he was rolling his palm over my clit, his fingers rubbing over my folds, my hips humping against his hand. When he moved my panties to the side and dipped a finger into my wet slit, my back arched and I let out a little gasp. He circled and stroked and rubbed, seamlessly transitioning me from a pleasant dreamy state to a panting, throbbing need.
Two fingers slipped into my slick entrance, and my pussy hungrily swallowed them, clamping as he stroked my warm inner flesh. His tongue was still licking a nipple. I grabbed his hair and brought his lips to mine, kissing him hard as I thrust into his fingers. He pumped me faster, his tongue sweeping my mouth as I moaned and tensed. I could feel my orgasm just below the surface, rising, coiling, almost...
He withdrew his fingers, only lightly stroking my pussy lips. I whimpered. It wasn't enough; I needed pressure. I tried to shove his hand down, close my legs and hump his arm, but he kept tantalizingly just out of reach.
Derrick lifted his head and groaned. "You got me so hard, babe. Feel me." He took my hand and pressed it to his crotch, pushing his bulge into my palm. I squeezed a little, reflexively. Warmth flooded my core at how thick and large he felt.
