Sarah's Private Dick Page 10

  "Um... Derrick, are you sure you want to do this?" The responses of her body had almost overwhelmed her reason again and she suddenly remembered that Martin might have infected her with something. For a moment she shrank in on herself.

  "When was the last time you had sex?" he asked.

  Sarah actually had to think about it. "Um, a couple years ago I think."

  "And you've had several physicals since then?" He started crawling on the bed towards her, stalking her and she scooted back as her heart rate sped up again. Oh dear.

  "Yes."

  "We've already done this once - no, don't look guilty. I don't regret it. And I think you're fine." There was nowhere else for her to back up, she was up against the headboard and he was getting closer. Responsibility was trying hard to win over sheer passion, but it was becoming a losing battle as he invaded her personal space with that look in his eyes.

  "But you're risking-"

  "My choice." And he shut her up with a kiss. Of course Derrick knew that what he was doing was potentially stupid, but his hormones didn't care. And his own logic made him feel fine about it. Sarah wanted to argue with him more but he had made some good points and since she'd just finished her period a couple of days ago she was in completely the wrong part of her cycle to get pregnant. So she opened her lips, allowing his tongue to thrust inside as he drank her in through his mouth. She could taste her orgasm on him and it just turned her on even more.

  When he pulled her into his arms as he rolled over, bringing her on top of him, Sarah yelped with surprise. Was he going to truly let her be on top this time? Martin had never allowed her on top. She had thought Derrick was going to earlier but then he'd pinned her beneath him. Which had been wonderful. Her body shivered a little with the memory.

  "Touch me, Sarah," he said, his voice thick with lust as he ran his hands up from her waist to the heavy pendulums of her breasts, hanging over him as she leaned forward. Taking his invitation at face value she stroked her fingers down the center of his chest, drinking in the sight with her eyes as she traced the clearly defined muscles of his hard body with a light touch. The wiry hair was rough against her palm. Derrick's hands became rougher on her breasts as she brushed a finger over his nipple, and she could see a muscle in his jaw clench. "That's it baby. Keep touching me."

  Emboldened, Sarah started to scoot further down his body, but she froze as the hard head of his cock nudged against the soft curve of her buttocks. Derrick's eyes glinted appreciatively at the contact.

  "Sit on me baby. You don't have to ride me yet, just straddle me and sit down."

  Feeling awkward Sarah followed his instruction, the spread of her thighs making her pussy splay wide as she sat down over his hips. His dick was so long that when she looked down she could see the head peeking out from the brownish red hair of her mound, her pussy lips separated by the wide girth of his shaft.

  "Like this?" she asked, rubbing her hips back and forth, pressing his dick between their bodies.

  "Yes, fuck... just like that." His hips lifted upwards and the mushroom ridge of his dick rubbed her clit, making Sarah cry out and wiggle. Even though she was sitting with his meat between her pussy lips he wasn't actually even inside her yet and it already felt wonderful. The teasing and anticipation was driving her wild, even while she wasn't sure that her body could take him again. Rubbing herself back and forth along his length made her wetter and hotter, she arched above him as he pinched her nipples, the sensation sweeping through her.

  Using her nipples for leverage Derrick pulled her upwards, making her lean forward. Sarah's eyes got big as she realized his intention.

  "Ride me baby," he said, pulling her head for another kiss. Their lips met as her body moved enough to let his dick spring free from underneath her, and he reached between them, rubbing the thick head along her slit. Sarah moaned into his mouth as she moved her hips, wiggling around to get him in the right spot. The size of him took her breath away as she tried to press down. No wonder he'd turned them over last time, even though he'd already stretched her out once today, her insides were so small compared to the tool he was trying to fit into her.

  With a gasp as the head of his cock pressed into her, Sarah sat up, trying to get some more control over the movements.

  "Oh Derrick... I don't think it's going to fit..."

  "It's going to fit just fine baby, take your time."

  The determined and anxious expression on her face was too cute for words as she started bouncing up and down on top of him, working more and more of herself over his hard length. Derrick shuddered and controlled himself, not allowing himself to thrust his hips up the way he wanted to. Right now Sarah needed to do this for herself, her body was so tight and wet around him, the stretch of her muscles felt good, he could tell, but he didn't want to strain her. As she moved on top of him, starting to get more into a rhythm, her breasts wobbled and bounced on her chest. Reaching up again he squeezed them, just a little hard. Like she had before, Sarah arched her back, pushing the soft mounds into his hands.

  It only took a few more movements before she was firmly impaled on top of him. Sarah shuddered, feeling the thick length of him filling her up impossibly. The second man she'd ever made love to and she doubted she would ever be able to find another man larger - she was pretty sure she didn't want to. Derrick barely fit inside her as it was, if he was any bigger it would hurt. Although she didn't have any doubt that it would hurt if he moved too fast anyway, but so far he'd been incredibly careful of her, very gentle until she was wet and stretched enough to take him. It was a kind of consideration that Martin had never shown her. No wonder she'd rarely orgasmed with him, he'd been so intent on his own pleasure rather than hers. And no wonder he needed prostitutes.

  Shoving Martin from her mind, despite the thought that she was now making love to Derrick on her marital bed, Sarah opened her eyes and trained them on the gorgeous man lying beneath her. She rose up and moved down, reveling in the feeling of power as his head fell back and his hands squeezed her breasts again. With her eyes full of Derrick she couldn't think about anything else, didn't care about anything else, other than the way she was making him feel. The way he made her feel.

  With a low growl in her throat she started riding him, her thighs burning as she began moving harder and faster. Derrick's body came alive underneath her, as if he intuitively understood that her pussy was ready for harder thrusting, that she burned to feel him splitting her open. Having him buck beneath her as she moved added an entirely new dynamic of sensation. He continued to play with her nipples as she ground herself down on top of him, her pussy starting to quiver and convulse every time she engulfed him completely.

  "Oh Derrick..." She gasped and moaned as he made a rolling motion with his hips, making her rise and fall on top of him as though he was an ocean wave, surging upwards between her legs and filling her with bliss. "Oh Derrick... oh that feels so good... oh... OH... OH DERRICK!"

  Ungentle hands held her upright as she started to convulse on top of him, his strong fingers digging into her ass as she twitched and shivered, ecstasy controlling her movements. She would have collapsed on top of him if he hadn't held her upright, moving her body back and forth on top of him. The friction of his pubic bone against her clit sent her careening through another pulsing orgasm, screaming with pleasure that sucked her down and shattered her.

  The entire world seemed to spin as Derrick executed another one of those swift rolling motions that put him on top of her. He gave her a moment to readjust, waited until some sense came back into her eyes, and then he started to drag his dick out of her still quivering pussy. Watching Sarah go wild on top of him had made it nearly impossible for him not to flood her with his spunk, but he wanted to keep the party rolling for a little longer. When he was halfway out of her pussy he grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders. They barely reached.

  Sarah's eyes were shocked as he started to press back in. She cried out. This position was so incredible dominan
t, she'd gone from being on top of the world and totally in control to trapped beneath this thrusting man, unable to move. Out of all the things he'd done today, this might be the sexiest. She had no idea that she was this flexible. The positioning of her legs allowed Derrick to thrust even deeper, until he ran into a barrier and she realized that his cockhead was nudging the entrance of her woman.

  She climaxed, immediately, something primal and carnal inside of her completely taking over her body and screaming with rapture.

  As he began to pound into her, Derrick was astounded at Sarah's capacity for pleasure. Although setting one orgasm off usually did make the next one easier as her soft, swollen folds became more and more sensitive. From the noises she was making she was moving from one glorious height of ecstasy to the next. She was a lost, wild, wanton creature beneath him, so exquisitely tight, and he was only able to last a few more minutes before groaning his own release as his fluids poured into her. Sarah's pussy spasmed, milking him as she felt the hot blast of cum, so deep inside of her that she wasn't entirely sure he couldn't impregnate her, fertile cycle or no fertile cycle. It made her pussy clench.

  Letting her legs fall to the side, Derrick fell to the other side, pulling her against him and snuggling her against his body. Confirmed bachelor or not, he'd always liked cuddling. Especially after fantastic sex. Sarah moaned fitfully, shuddering a little as his arm wound possessively around her. His other arm nudged underneath her head, providing a surprisingly soft pillow considering how muscular his beefy arms were.

  "The things you do to me woman," he murmured into her gorgeous hair. It was loose and fully dry now, completely out of control. Just like her. He loved the feeling of the silky strands against her face.

  Sarah giggled, stroking his hand. "I could say the same thing," she said. And then she yawned. "Sorry, you're not boring. I'm just... so worn out."

  The deep bark of laughter vibrated through her back.

  "I'll take that as a compliment."

  "You should."

  Silence reigned as they curled up together, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies'. The ache between Sarah's legs was so wonderfully sore, another sensation she'd never experienced before. Feeling blissfully happy in this one moment, which she knew she would treasure for the rest of her life, Sarah fell asleep.

  *****

  In the middle of the night Derrick woke from an extremely erotic dream to find that he was holding the soft, sweet curves of a woman. And not just any woman. Sarah. He'd fallen asleep with her. When she'd drifted off in his arms he'd meant to just enjoy holding her for awhile before leaving, not wanting to intrude into her life too much. Especially in case she changed her mind. Now he realized he didn't care. He wanted to intrude into her space. Intrude, mark some territory and stay there.

  Barring that, he wanted to push his dick into her again. It was already hard and ready at her entrance. She was even a little wet, enough to get the head damp. No wonder he'd woken up horny. Even sleeping his body wanted her and hers responded.

  Kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, Derrick caressed her breasts, holding her against him. Sarah's hips moved in a way that told him her sleeping self was enjoying his attentions and her pussy got wetter against the head of his shaft. Reaching down between her legs with one hand he delicately stroked her folds and she moaned a little.

  A quick pinch to her nipple and she writhed.

  "Derrick?" Her voice was low with sleepiness and confusion.

  "Sarah," he murmured her name. "You're so hot."

  She moaned again and her pussy gushed fluid, just from the confirmation that it was him.

  "I don't know if I can again," she said a little plaintively.

  "Tell me no and I'll stop."

  His offer was met with silence and Derrick chuckled again. Swirling his finger in her pussy he felt her juices increase even more. So incredibly responsive. It was incredible that her husband hadn’t found satisfaction with her. What an idiot.

  “I’m going to take silence to mean assent in this case,” he whispered into her hair, and then he gently bit the back of her neck as he penetrated her pussy with his finger. Sarah cried out, pressing the soft cheeks of her ass back against him, the curves of her buttocks clenching around the hard shaft wedged between them.

  He’d intended to go slower, to be more careful, but her sweet kittenish moans and the press of her body against his was too much. With a few swift adjustments he had removed his finger from her pussy, gripped her hips, and pulled them into position with him kneeling behind her while she was on all fours in front of him.

  Even though everything about Derrick turned Sarah on, one of the biggest turn-ons was the way he manhandled her body. The man had the most incredible throw-downs. Quick, decisive and erotic, it set her entire body quivering. Even though her pussy felt almost bruised after the thorough poundings he’d given her, lust now raged through her, wiping away the remnants of sleep. Her body was quivering, ready for him.

  This new position and the darkness set her heart pounding. She couldn’t see him in this position. When she looked over her shoulder, he blended into the darkness. It was like being sexually taken by shadows. The imagery was incredibly hot.

  When he began to push inside of her she gasped. While her muscles had gotten more used to the incredible size of him, this position gave her all sorts of new sensations as he rubbed completely different places entering her. She moaned, dipping her head down and thrusting her ass upwards, feeling sweetly submissive before him. Being on all fours as he took her from behind was carnally animalistic. This hadn’t been a position she’d ever thought about trying before, now that she was in it she wondered why.

  Sarah’s pale skin almost glowed with the very dim light coming in through the window, and Derrick was fascinated by the way it looked where he gripped her body. His own body parts practically drank in the darkness, so that this nocturnal lack of light made their differences all the more clear. It was almost dream like, the way they looked together. Shadow entering the light, encompassing it, but never truly covering it.

  Thrusting his hips powerfully, he could feel her response in the way she rubbed her backside against him, the gorgeous arch of her back as she bowed down in front of him, turning their love-making into an act of submission and possession. Because he truly did, he wanted to possess her, be her lover in the night, take her and make her his. Caveman? Perhaps.

  But this was the first woman he’d ever met that made him feel that way. Sarah was unique, not just in her character and personality, but in the response she elicited from him. Derrick wanted, not just to pleasure her over and over again, but to take care of her and give her the things she hadn’t gotten out of her life so far.

  Obviously incredible mind-blowing sex was one of those things and he was more than happy to oblige. Making love to her was like a drug. He’d always treated women with respect and had some fantastic sex, but it had been a need like hunger. Not this powerful, emotional, sweeping thing that it was with Sarah.

  The gorgeous hair, curvy figure and sweet hazel eyes took his breath away. When she laughed or moaned with pleasure he found himself resolving to coax that sound from her again. Her unrestrained reactions completely undid him.

  Slamming into her from behind, he took his time as he pulled out of her, before abruptly thrusting forward. Sarah’s soft cries filled his ears as he wallowed in her body, eliciting every last drop of pleasure for both of them. He could tell that she was tired, her muscles unaccustomed to this kind of use, so he reached around between her legs and began to circle her clit with his finger, not quite touching the little nub, but teasing it.

  Sarah gasped and moaned, her insides tightening down on him as she pushed back, using her forearms for support as Derrick plowed into her from behind. The skillful manipulation of her body was exquisite. When the thumb of his other hand pressed against her anus, she cried out, her thighs quivering. The hand between her legs, arm wrapped around her hip, helped support
her as the reaction from that surprising erogenous zone nearly blew her through the roof.

  Bucking back against him she sobbed into the mattress at the powerful waves of orgasm that were shuddering through her tired and over stimulated body. It was passion and ecstasy like she’d never experienced before. In that moment she completely gave over to him and she found herself almost floating, buoyed by the crests of pleasure. The hot blast of fluid inside of her culminated her rise, and she felt herself shatter into a million pieces.

  And with his strong arms and hands, Derrick held her together and brought her back home.

  Chapter 6

  Sarah woke up the next morning to the sound of her phone going off with Patricia's ringtone. Moaning she rolled over, wincing at the soreness between her legs. Sitting up she realized that she was alone in the bed, Derrick's warm presence gone. Going by the coolness of the sheets he'd been gone for awhile. What time was it? Oh... ten o'clock. She hadn't slept this late since college. The phone stopped ringing and gave the little beep that indicated a missed call. Almost immediately it started up again.

  Snatching it off the bedside table she flipped it open. "What?"

  "Did you forget that we were supposed to have breakfast today? Are you still asleep? I'm outside, come let me in."

  The rapid fire questions and demand didn't give Sarah any time to answer before her impatient friend hung up. Grimacing, Sarah forced herself out of bed. Her leg muscles felt weak and watery and her interior muscles had definitely been strained. She let out a small cry as she straightened into standing, feeling a sharp ache inside. It felt like she was hobbling rather than walking as she grabbed a pair of flannel pants and a t-shirt, not bothering with underwear. As she put on the pants she was shocked to see there was no cum on her thighs. Until she looked at herself it hadn't occurred to her that there should have been quite a bit. Had Derrick cleaned her off before he left?