Page 158 of Baby Girl
“Three.”
“Fuck,” I mutter and quickly kick off my shoes and then stand on his bed so that I can wrestle with the rest of my clothes. I manage to somehow get myself caught in my sweater and shirt, with my sweatpants halfway down my legs when I feel warm hands on my ribs, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed.
I stumble forward, unable to see, and land against Derek. And then I’m relieved of the twisted fabric, hair falling down around my shoulders, scrunchie lost to the mayhem. Two hazel eyes stare up at me. Those same hands drop my clothes onto the floor, then reach behind me for the clasp of my bra, our chests brushing.
I can’t even remember what set I’m wearing today, not that it matters. He doesn’t even look, just maintains his stare, like there is nothing more important than looking into my eyes. Like he would gladly do it for the rest of his life.
“Four.”
The bra slips from my shoulders, and I help to remove it, throwing it onto the pile. Derek finally looks down, his face lining up with my breasts. His hands come around my ribs until he is able to run his thumbs back and forth over my nipples.
My core pulses with need, and I struggle not to moan. Raising my hands, I place them on his shoulders to steady myself, because I’m suddenly trembling and my knees feel weak.
He pays no attention to any of this. Instead, he leans forward and gently takes one nipple into his mouth, using his teeth to draw it out. When his tongue flicks over the tip, I can’t hold back my gasp as lines of fire streak from where we are connected straight down to my clit.
There is a dark chuckle as he releases that breast and does the same to the other nipple, eliciting the same response.
“Derek, I can’t, please,” I beg, fingers digging into his shoulders as I try to stay upright while he drags out the torture.
He lets go and hooks his thumbs into the sides of my panties and takes them and my sweatpants down to my ankles, waiting patiently for me to lift one foot and then the other, then adds them both to the pile.
“Five.”
I am one-hundred-percent positive that he can hear my heart hammering in my chest becauseIcan hear it. What’s going to happen now?
Derek’s hands settle on my hips, and I try to simultaneously clench every single muscle in my body to stop the trembling, but he clearly knows something is up because, those thumbs? They start drawing circles just inside my hips. Then the fuckingasshole leans forward and brushes the gentlest kiss right between my breasts.
Then another, slightly lower.
And another.
Above my belly button.
Bellow it.
He pauses, looks up at me, and slowly lowers himself onto one knee, then the other.
Derek fucking King, my Daddy, is kneeling at my feet.
Kneeling.
My breathing has turned shallow, and my fingers have slid into his thick brown hair, unable to reach his shoulders.
Not breaking our connection, he leans in and presses another kiss right on top of the waistband indent from my panties.
Then lower again.
“Last chance to use your safe word, baby,” he rumbles, his breath heating my skin.
I bite my bottom lip, brain screaming at me to use my safe word, but my heart really fucking wants this. I’ve missed him so fucking much. All of them.
So, I don’t say anything. I press my lips together, close my eyes, and wait.
Chapter 83
Derek
With a heartbeat a little less erratic than when I first brought us into my bedroom, I inhale deeply, lean in, and press my mouth against her pussy, dipping my tongue into her seam and brushing over her clit. A gasp fills the quiet of the bedroom, and her hands tighten in my hair as I repeat the motion.
