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Startled she looked up at him, ‘What—”
Derrick cut her off with a kiss, which she returned, but it was lackluster to put it mildly. As he kissed her, he loosened and pulled his belt from his pants. Breaking the kiss, he took Taylor’s hands and put them palms together and fastened his belt around them.
“Derrick,” Taylor struggled to free her hands from his. “I’m not in the mood,” she stated stiffly.
“Don’t worry,” Derrick said, cinching the belt tight to her wrists, “you will be,” and then he took the cloth napkin and folded it over itself to tie around her eyes.
“Derrick,” Taylor snapped as she moved her head back and forth attempting to thwart his efforts to blindfold her, even moving her legs to try and stand.
But Derrick was faster, putting a knee over her lap to hold her in place and pulling the makeshift blindfold tight with one hand. He leaned down to her ear and growled, “I am going to fuck you so good, Taylor, but you just need to sit there and let me.” He punctuated the statement with nipping her earlobe, and then sucking his way down her neck, stopping abruptly and making her groan in disappointment as he finished tying the blindfold on her.
She was no longer tied up in the thoughts terrifying her as she had been a minute ago. Now she was tied up in thoughts of a whole different sort.
“Where should I start, Tay?” Derrick murmured as he slid his fingertips lightly over her cheek and dragged them down her neck. “High?” he asked tugging at the collar of her dress. “Or low?” he growled, sliding his other hand tenderly on her inner thigh under the skirt, using the faintest touch.
Taylor’s breath caught and her hips flexed forward just a little. She was definitely not thinking about finding a killer now, Derrick mused.
“I think you have a preference,” he said leaning in and kissing her lips softly. “But I need to assess this further and be one hundred percent certain that it is what you want,” he smiled at her groan as he removed his hand from her thigh.
Derrick reached back to the dining table, removed an ice cube from a water glass and put it in his mouth for several seconds, while Taylor squirmed in front of him. He took out the ice cube and then kissed Taylor, a hard and demanding kiss. Taylor gasped at the cool sensation as their lips met, but was quick to eagerly return the contact.
Derrick broke the kiss. “Taylor,” he remarked, “you’re hot. I think I need to cool you down.” He took the ice cube and placed it on her chin, then dragged it down her neck slowly, watching as a chill ran through her. He removed the ice cube and then traced the reverse path with his tongue. Now a shudder ran through Taylor and her breath came out in small huffs as she leaned into his contact.
Derrick broke their connection and looked down and evaluated Taylor’s dress. He sent up thanks that her wardrobe choice of a wrap dress with a front tie was perfect for this situation. He reached down, untied the closure of the dress, and pulled the edges apart.
“Derrick,” Taylor whimpered as her clothing fell open. She pushed her chest forward and Derrick seriously wanted to reach down, rip off the rest of Taylor’s garments that were in the way of his direct access, and get this scene to the good part.
But he also knew, despite the objections of his steel-hard cock pressing uncomfortably against his zipper, that the more he delayed this the more gratifying it would be for the both of them.
Taylor lifted her still-joined hands and reached out to him as he took her in, her hands grazing his cock. The contact, albeit fleeting, was torture. Derrick took a step to the side and closed his eyes to steady himself from the contact.
“No touching, Taylor,” he warned as he regained control. Then he lifted her and placed her on the table behind him. Once she was seated, he laid her back and put her hands above her head. “I really want you to stay like this. Can you do that for me?” he whispered in her ear, and then took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it, causing Taylor to moan in what sounded like pure frustration. “Can you, Taylor?” he asked again, this time rubbing his straining cock against her core, causing both of them to moan at the contact. “I really want to keep going,” Derrick said, moving his pelvis back. “Can you stay like this for me, Tay?”
“Yes,” Taylor insisted, her tone pleading. “Yes, please don’t stop,” she begged, lifting her hips from the table.
Derrick grabbed one of the water glasses from the table and drank it back, sucking an ice cube in as he drank. Then he put his mouth on Taylor’s collarbone and dragged his tongue down to her breast, moving the cup of her lacy bra aside. He watched as Taylor’s nipple hardened in the air. He put his mouth over it, drawing it into his heat and then he shifted the ice cube in his mouth to caress the nipple and Taylor cried out at the sudden chill.
Derrick’s hand slid slowly up her leg, his fingertips lazily dragging on the inside of her thigh, slowly back and forth all the while he continued his assault on her nipple.
Taylor writhed at the dual sensations and Derrick enjoyed getting her to just feel, all the while keeping her guessing.
But patience had never been his strong suit.
His mouth moved from her nipple straight to her panty-covered core and sucked. The thin fabric was already damp from Taylor’s arousal, and Derrick drenched it suckling her.
“Oh God, Derrick,” Taylor called out, lifting her hips to get herself closer to his mouth. Derrick used the opportunity to rid her of her panties allowing him deeper access to her. When he put his mouth back over Taylor’s bare core, she began trembling at the direct contact. When he used the tip of his tongue to massage her clit, Taylor twisted and thrashed beneath his mouth. She moaned and panted, calling out his name as she came on his tongue, and then was limp.
Derrick rose up, removed her blindfold, and kissed her, their tongues tangling together. Derrick opened his pants, and removed his painfully stiff cock from its encasement. Pulling Taylor’s hips to the edge of the table, without breaking their kiss, Derrick sheathed himself with her. The filling caused both of them to halt the kiss, their eyes connecting and moaning contentedly as they joined.
Derrick lifted Taylor and sat back in the dining chair they had abandoned. Taylor put her still bound hands behind his neck and Derrick pushed her blonde locks from her face.
“I love you, Taylor Fletcher,” he said over her lips.
“I love you, Derrick Fletcher,” she whispered back and she started to move over him.
Derrick had restrained himself for so long that he was holding back, enjoying the sensation of Taylor sliding over him as best he could. But then Taylor threaded her hands in his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at her. “Derrick, I want to feel you come inside me,” she demanded.
Those wicked words from her sweet mouth were no match for his willpower.