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Authors: Jemma Bell

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“So wet! So wet and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so good, Amy.” Lifting a soaked finger to his mouth he sucks my juices off. “Delicious!”

“Derrick,” I whisper his name on a breath. I’ve never felt like this before. Every nerve ending in my body is like a live wire, ready to sizzle on contact. With a tortured groan, he asks me to open my legs wider, I comply and then he dips his head to take that first lick. Getting into his work, Derrick begins laving at my pussy. Alternating long licks with his whole tongue to just using the tip to tease my aching clit. When he finally sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks with just the tip of his tongue, I’m ready to jump off the mattress. I grip the comforter tightly. My writhing around must be messing up his rhythm because he raises both hands to my chest, cupping my breasts to hold me still. Gently rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, tugging and elongating them into tight points. I gaze down to watch his face, eyes on mine, watching my reactions. He’s devouring me with ecstasy and seeing his rough hands torturing my sensitive nipples is heaven and hell. The pressure inside me is ready to erupt like a shaken soda bottle. I need the release only he can give me. Spearing his tongue deep inside and then flicking my clit, I erupt. Gasping out in pleasure raising my hips for better contact with his tongue. He laps at my juices as they trickle down my lips. The feelings he’s producing in me are profound happiness and euphoria. I’ve never felt so good in my life. The best way I can express that much pleasure is by laughing. My orgasm hits me and I burst out in laughter. My self-control has slipped and I snort laugh my way through my first orgasm. Probably not the best way to thank your man for rocking your world or make him feel like a stud. Who’d of thought!

***Derrick***

Amy in the throes of her first orgasm and the aroma of thick, musky, sex is enough to send me shaking into my own climax. Mother Fucker! Fuck, that’s good! I close my eyes and press my aching dick into the side of the mattress as pleasure slams into me. My body trembles and quakes as I cum in my jeans. Sonofabitch! I should have taken off my pants. She hasn’t even seen, touched or sucked my cock yet, but seeing her…knowing I caused her to feel that good puts me over the edge. Squeezing both her tits in my hands, I continue to tremble and moan over the incredible rapture I’m feeling. My tongue is suckling at her swollen clit and slurping up her juices. Amy’s body is still shaking with the after effects of her ecstasy. I did that to her. I want to pound my chest like a caveman because I was able to do what two-pump-chump Chad didn’t care to do for her. I want to…wait, was that a snort? Opening my eyes and trying to focus is a chore because of the intensity of my orgasm. My sweet Amy has the biggest smile on her beautiful face and her body is convulsing with…no fucking way! She’s laughing. Not just laughing, she’s snort laughing. Her laughing at any other time would be cute, but not right after I made her cum. Is she unimpressed with my skills or does she think it’s funny I came in my pants? What a blow to my ego if she’s not impressed. The snaughling continues a bit longer, I need to know what’s causing it. Reluctantly letting go of her fabulous tits, I slide one hand up to her face, cupping her cheek and slide the other down to the top of her thigh, giving it a squeeze to get her attention.

“Something you want to share with me, sweets?” Opening her stormy gray eyes and beaming that gorgeous smile at me.

“What?” She asks. “I just shared my body with you, what are you trying to say?”

“You were laughing. Can you share with me what was so funny?” She looks a little confused by my question and then it dawns on her what I’m talking about. I hope she doesn’t think I’m some pathetic adolescent…a guy who can’t hold his wad long enough to get his girl off. For fucks sake, I had to jerk off not four hours ago; I should have been able to control my body. She’s got to think I’m pathetic, that’s the only answer I can think of to cause the body-shaking laughter. She sits up, gloriously naked and her boobs are level with my eyes. I’m a guy; I like boobs and hers are amazing, sue me for staring. A little more than a handful with thick pink nipples, perfect for sucking and nibbling on for hours. I drop my hand to her other thigh, sit back on my haunches, and wait for her answer.

“Derrick, my eyes are up here,” she indicates pointing to her eyes with two fingers and covering her chest with her other arm. Such a shame to hinder a lovely view, but I need answers.

“Ok, I’m going to tell you right now I’m not sorry I laughed.” Not sorry, what the fuck! I guess maybe my performance was less than stellar. I’ll try harder next time. “Please stop pouting, Derrick. I laughed because you made me feel so good, so special, that the only option for me was to laugh or cry.”

“Ok, cue the chirping crickets, because I’m lost here. You had to laugh or cry? Why?” Maybe she doesn’t realize I created a mess in my pants. Thank fuck for that.

“The feelings you brought out of me are something I’ll never forget. It felt so good and made me so happy. I chose to laugh because of that happiness, not because of something you did wrong.” Leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips she whispers, “thank you.” Phew! What a relief. I need to clean us up. Carefully standing up, my groin is level with her face. Oh, shit! What a dumb ass. I should have turned away from her to hide my humiliation. Her surprised eyes zero in on the dark wet spot on the front of my pants.

“Um, yeah, that’s why I thought you were laughing,” I say, indicating the spot she’s staring at. She blinks up to my eyes with wonder. “You’re so hot! Your responses to me, your taste and the sounds you were making, I got a little excited. You haven’t even touched me, but you made me cum when you did.”

“I made you do that?” She still doesn’t understand how attractive she is to me or how turned on I get just being in her presence. That’s going to change soon if I have anything to say about it.

“Stay there while I go get us something to clean up with.” I quickly press a kiss to her soft swollen lips and turn to the bathroom. Discarding my pants and underwear, I quickly wipe myself down with a soapy washcloth, pull on a clean pair of basketball shorts and grab a clean washcloth for Amy. By the time I come back, she’s still sitting on the edge of my bed but has my gray sheet wrapped around her like a robe. It should be a crime to hide a body that looks that good.

“Lay back, baby, I’m going to clean you up.” She nervously complies with my order laying back on the bed, legs hanging over the side. I part the sheet in the middle, revealing her glistening mound, flat stomach and heavenly breasts. After cleaning up the sticky residue from her climax and my saliva, I toss the washcloth back towards the bathroom. Her nipples are pebbled again, excited from my ministrations. It seems like they’re calling my name, so I lean down and give each of them a quick lick with the tip of my tongue. Looking up into her glazed eyes, I realize I’m stoking the fire again. I’d like to play with her some more, she’s incredibly responsive, but I’m worn out after this long week and she looks pretty tired herself.

“Stay with me tonight? In my bed, in my arms. I want you close.” I’d love nothing more than to wake up to her face in the morning… not have to wait or drive to see her. Please agree Amy.

“I’d love to sleep in your arms, in your bed. I just need to call and let GG and Pops know I won’t be home. After that, I’m all yours.” I push up off of her so she can get up and make her call. Wrapping the sheet around her again, she leaves the room to retrieve her phone from her purse downstairs. By the time she comes back, dragging the sheet behind her, I’ve already changed the sheets and comforter on the bed for fresh ones. I love the smell of fabric softener.

“Um, do you have a t-shirt or something I can borrow?” She asks, nervously looking around the room.

“I’d prefer you in just your skin, but I’ll allow a shirt this time,” I answer, giving her a devious smile when she finally makes eye contact with me. Yanking a black t-shirt from my dresser, I help her put it on, grabbing a little ass and tweaking a nipple or two. What? They were happy to see me, so I gave them a proper a greeting. With a giggle and a slap on my frisky hands, she skips over to the bed and crawls under the covers. I like that picture; Amy waiting for me in bed. With a shit-eating grin, I crawl in beside her, turn off the bedside lamps and pull her in close. Our legs tangle together and my arms wrap around her belly. Her back to my front, we both take deep breaths and relax in the comfort of my bed.

“Sleep, baby.” And with that, we both doze off to the sound of my clock ticking and the soft wind blowing outside.

Chapter #10

Nerd Girl Problem #110

Cinderella was a lucky girl who got a Fairy Godmother; Sleeping Beauty got three. Where is the fairness in that, when I’m stuck with the Wicked Bitch of the West?

M
mm, what a nice dream. I’m warm and comfortable in bed with Derrick behind me. His soft breath blowing across my neck, the silky smooth pillow case beneath my cheek and the strong hand cupping my breast, tugging at my swollen nipple, brings me to wakefulness. The sensations from playing with my breasts alone are like a direct line to my core, creating an achy dampness between my legs. My breaths pick up speed to soft pants, almost in time to the speed of his thumb circling around my engorged nipple. What a way to wake up. Scissoring my legs to alleviate some of the pressure in my core, I roll over on my back dislodging his hand and coming face to face with a sleepy-eyed, messy haired Adonis smiling down at me.

“Do you realize you talk in your sleep?” Rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes, I focus on his mischievous smirk.

“What? No, I don’t. Do I?” I’ve never slept with anyone so I wouldn’t know for sure. I’m getting nervous about what I could have possibly said in my sleep.

“Yep, you called me a magician only I can cast a spell on your body, producing magical ecstasy.” His face looks serious, but his eyes are laughing at me.

“I said that, huh? Well, Mr. Magician, can you work your magic again?” I tease him with a flirty smile as he nods at me mischievously. Wrapping my arms around his head, I drag him down for a kiss. Licking my lower lip with the tip of his tongue I open for him and our tongues clash together. His hands are no longer idle as he climbs over me, Derrick slips them up my borrowed shirt and lifts it over my chest to rest underneath my chin, exposing my body to his gaze. Grasping both my breasts in his hands, he rubs my achy nipples with his thumbs back and forth. While kissing and licking down my chin to my neck he finally lavishes his skill and tongue on my breasts.

“You have perfect tits, baby. I just want to suck and lick for hours.” Plumping one of my breasts up in his hand, he sets to work torturing my already flushed and tender nipple with his tongue. Sending his other hand down my belly to tangle in my downy curls and stroke my damp flesh, he rotates his thumb over my clit and slides his pointer finger easily into my slick passage. Gripping his hair tightly in my hands, I can’t help but babble incoherently.

“Ungh, ah, ooh, that’s nice.” He’s reduced me to a quivering mess that can’t speak clearly. Making eye contact with me, he grips my nipple between his teeth, biting down and pulling up to almost a pleasure/pain edge.

“The sounds you’re making are so hot, Amy. I’m going to make you feel incredible,” he promises as his teeth release their grip. Devouring me with his kisses and adding a second finger to my greedy pussy, he increases the friction on my clit, sending me over the edge into an intense shaking climax. “That’s it, baby. God your pussy is crushing my fingers, you’re so tight. Fuck, I can’t wait until I can slide my cock in there and have you squeeze me like a vice.” I can hear what he’s saying, but still being in the throes of my second orgasm, ever, has rendered me speechless for the moment. Placing gentle kisses on my neck, cheeks, nose and eyelids, he strokes my soaked pussy back down from the peak. “I wish you could see yourself when you cum, fucking beautiful!” Well, that’s a relief. At least I don’t appear to look like a dying fish when I climax, jerking and flopping around.

“Wow!” That’s all I got? Wow? Poor guy does all that work and that’s the best I can do right now. Real smooth Amy. My short declaration, no better than a grunt, makes him laugh.

“You hungry?” I nod my head yes, producing another chuckle from him. “Have I rendered you speechless?” Another nod. “Well, then my work here is done. Come on, sweets, let’s get cleaned up and I’ll make you some pancakes.” Gently swatting my thigh, throwing the covers back, he crawls out of bed and turns around, pulling me up. Holy cow!!! That’s one impressive tent he’s pitched in those shorts. I can’t tear my eyes off the spike pointing directly at my face. It almost seems like his dick is pointing at me saying,
‘You, you’re the one I want! Take care of me, please.
Well, if dicks could talk, I assume that’s what it would be saying.

“Don’t mind him, he’ll behave himself after I take a quick cold shower. You can take care of him next time.” Watching Derrick give himself an adjustment, I snap out of my daze and look into those whiskey colored eyes.

“Right, next time.” I gulp nervously. I’ve never given a guy a blowjob before. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do with that thing? Maybe a crash course in some oral porn is in my near future. Crap! He must think I’m such an amateur.

“Use my shower, I’ll take the one in the hall.” Giving me a quick smooch and grabbing fresh clothes from his closet, Derrick leaves me to myself. I creep out of his bed, hunt down my clothes from last night and pad lightly into the bathroom. My nipples are so tender from his hard sucking and playful tweaking, the friction from the t-shirt is almost too rough. I’m also sticky and achy between my legs. Flipping the light on, I take in my surroundings. What a fabulous bathroom! They say kitchens and bathrooms are the selling point in most homes. Well, this bathroom alone would make me want to buy this place. Beige and brown travertine tiles surround the walls and shower area. A long, maple colored vanity with a granite counter top and black, porcelain sink sit off to the left of the commode. A huge soaking tub is centered just underneath a window that looks out on the front of the house. This bathroom is heaven! Turning the shower on to warm the water, I pull off my borrowed shirt. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I notice my glowing eyes, mussed hair and the vivid pink scrapes and chafe marks from Derrick’s stubble on the soft skin of my chest and neck. Even though my skin has been left sensitive, I feel incredibly satisfied and proud of these battle wounds. To say my world has been rocked is an understatement of epic proportions.

With a smile a mile wide, I quickly jump in the shower and wash away the aroma of sweat and sex from my body with Derrick’s bottle of soap.
‘Woodland Mist.’
Not my normal scent of raspberries and cream but at least I’ll smell fresh if not a tad manly. Luxuriating in the warm water and taking my time to relax, I hear my stomach growling. I guess I did work up quite an appetite last night. That thought makes me giggle. Not paying close enough attention to where I’m standing, my foot slips in a puddle of spilled soap on the floor and I have to windmill my arms and grab onto the towel rack to keep from falling on my butt. Gaining my footing again, but not realizing my strength, I rip the towel rack off the wall and it falls at my feet with a loud clatter. F.M.L.!! Does this stuff always have to happen to me? I can’t even enjoy a shower, reminiscing about my boyfriend going down on me, without a catastrophe happening. I must have been a rotten person in a former life because that bitch Karma likes me to pay those debts. Rubbing both my hands over my head in frustration, I turn off the water, grab a fluffy towel from the cabinet and dry off quickly. My heart is still beating out of my chest due to my near miss with the floor. That’s right, I saved my ass! I think to myself sarcastically, Go me!

Inspecting yesterday’s garments, I don my bra and shirt, forgo my used panties and pull on my jeans. Looks like I’m going commando today. I shove my pretty pink panties in my back pocket, slip on my shoes and finger comb my clean hair. Leaving Derrick’s room and skipping down the stairs, I follow my nose to the kitchen. The delicious scents of freshly brewed coffee and maple syrup assault my senses, making my mouth water. I can see Derrick at the stove, I think to myself
‘damn that boy has skills’
as I see him flip the pancake up in the air and catch it with the pan. Riven is busy pouring three cups of coffee and glances up at me with a devious smile.

“What’s new, Miss Kitty? Had a sleep over, did we?” Ugh! Thanks a lot, Riven, you couldn’t have done me a favor and knocked yourself on the head last night, causing a sudden case of short term amnesia could you? Damn those pussy cat panties. I’m burning them today! I swear it.

“Good morning, Riven.” Smiling, I subtlety flip him off and plop my butt down on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Ooh, Miss Kitty has claws. Meow,” Riven purrs while making claws with his fingers and pawing them at me.

Derrick turns around to watch our little teasing match and flashes me a panty-melting grin. Well, they’d be melting off if I were wearing any panties, that is. Derrick is freshly showered, wearing a crisp blue long sleeved t-shirt and destroyed, acid washed jeans. He looks delicious and with him barefoot in the kitchen, I might just faint. Placing my elbows on the counter top and resting my chin on my hands, I simply admire his perfection for a moment or two. I’m sure Riven has drawn conclusions about why I’m still here for breakfast. That reminder alone causes me to blush.

“Amy, don’t pay any attention to this clown,” Derrick says, elbowing Riven in the ribs, producing an “oof” sound. “How many of my fantastic flap jacks do you want?”

“Flap jacks? Really? Is that what they call them where you come from?” Teasing Derrick just makes his whole face light up. His sexy smile and whiskey colored eyes cause me to fidget in my seat, creating a dampness between my legs. Shit! No panties. I need to settle my libido. Otherwise I’ll look like I pissed myself when I stand up.

“Well, I couldn’t think a fabulous enough “P” word to go with pancakes, so I used flap jacks.” Derrick flips three of those fantastic flap jacks onto a plate and slides it over to me along with the bottle of maple syrup and the tub of butter. Riven asks me how I take my coffee and prepares it perfectly, setting it down next to my plate. Crossing his arms and resting his elbows on the island, Derrick leans over to give me a quick kiss. This has got to be every girl’s fantasy come true. A night and morning full of incredible orgasms and two incredibly gorgeous men that are barefoot, making me breakfast.
‘Yep, I’m getting turned on!’
This morning is perfect. No more cloudy days, sunshine only from now on, nothing can ruin it! Nothing, that is, until Mitzi, the Evil Barbie, comes prancing through the kitchen door. Talk about turning a blow dryer on a wet dream.

“Derrick, I have some incredible news to share with you, I just got th-,” Mitzi cuts herself off midsentence when she sees the three of us hanging out in the kitchen having breakfast. Scanning us one by one, saving me for last, she flashes me a shrewd once over and then proceeds to ignore me. Huh, I’ve just been deemed insignificant to her. Straitening up and turning his head her direction, Derrick scowls, addressing our intruder.

“Ever heard of a phone, Mitz? I have one, you know.” Crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a hard look. She simply waves her hand in the air like her interruption is no big deal and proceeds to share her “incredible news.”

“I just got off the phone with Brent Hansen from Fitnexx. We start shooting the commercials for the nutritional supplement in two months and we’re going to be hosting a launch party here in town.” Well, this is exciting, but she could have called him with this news. “I need your precious self to work something out with Cara. The fitness center facilities would be the perfect venue for the party.” Mitzi just keeps going with her diatribe and Derrick just stands there, staring at her. Riven simply has a goofy look on his face and keeps rolling his eyes. I do my best not to laugh at him, but he’s just such a comedian I let a small giggle slip out. Mitzi’s whole attention is now centered on me. “Is there something funny that you want to share with the rest of us, Emmie?” She snarls resting her hands on her hips, irritated with me.

“Amy,” I correct, “and, no, not really, it was a sneeze. Nope, nothing funny here.” Rolling her eyes and focusing her attention back on Derrick, she continues barking demands at him. I glance at Riven. He winks at me and mouths the word
‘liar’
then continues watching the conversation.

“You’ll need to rent a tuxedo and invite all your clients to help promote the product.” On and on it goes. Poor Derrick can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. When it finally seems like she’s running out of breath, Derrick chimes in.

“Great. Sounds like you’ve got everything under control, as usual. No worries. I’ll talk to Cara and see what we can do about the venue. I don’t foresee a problem, though.” Derrick is very laid back about the whole event. If someone wanted to pay me big bucks to be a spokesperson for their product, I’d be jumping around with glee. Well, that’s just me.

“It’s going to be black tie, Derrick. Am I correct in assuming you’re bringing Emmie?”

“AMY!” Derrick, Riven and I correct her. Gah! Is my name that hard to remember? A.M.Y. Really difficult. Perhaps it is for someone with her bleached out shade of blonde hair. Must be the fumes that killed all her normal brain cells and left behind nothing but Miss Cranky Pants.

“Whatever. She’s going to need the appropriate attire for this kind of party. Stand up, Amy,” she stretches out my name on a sneer. “Let me see what I have to work with here.” She doesn’t ask, she just demands. What am I, a dog? I shoot Derrick an
‘is she serious?’
look, he simply shrugs his shoulders and winks at me. A freakin wink! What the hell is a wink supposed to mean? This whole scene is beginning to irritate me. I look over to Riven for help but he’s stuffing his face with pancakes. Smart man. Mouth full equals no witty comments.

Reluctantly, I stand up for Mitzi’s expert perusal. “Hmm… Shoulders back. Stand up straight. You’ve got tits, honey, stick them out.” I comply with all her instructions, just about getting ready to lose my shit with this chick. “Not a total lost cause, I can work with her assets. Do yourself a favor, lose the glasses you normally wear.” A lost cause? Assets? “I’ll book her an appointment with my designer. Libby should be able to find something appropriate for the party.” Mitzi picks up her phone and starts dialing some number.

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