thenormalsquint | » ic inbox

Over the holidays, it had been a daily basis. He'd been bold enough to drop in sometimes twice a day--happy to play the part of his side business (handyman) if Angela might have had company. There were a number of women he slept with in Eudio but few could take what he dished out like she could. And the turmoil he had going on inside, Derek was doing a lot of dishing.

There was something very satisfying about leaving Angela at a loss for words. She usually had the upper hand on him, not that he'd readily admit that. Derek always felt he knew where they stood which he appreciated. There was no confusion over what they were in Eudio for or what they were doing together. It was a simple and delicious arrangement. One on even ground with no questions answered that he didn't want to answer.

Strong arms set her onto the foot of the bed and waited to see if she wanted more or if it was time for a different position. One where she assumed more control.

[Angela has zero clue about Derek's inner turmoil, just like he has no idea about hers, the one she's kept secret since day one in Eudio, the one she fucks as hard as she can to forget. Has it worked? Mostly. It's quite difficult to consider how your last official relationship dissolved when another man is drilling the absolute life out of you.

The tables have turned and Angela's the one left a wreck on the bed. Her hair is all over the place, sticking to every bit of wet skin it comes into contact with, and it takes her a moment to pull her brain back together from the mush Derek left it in to turn her head and give him a crooked grin.]

Are we still counting?

[Oh, if he thought four was enough, he's got the wrong girl.]

"Three," he huskily replied while damn near slithering over her like a snake at her question. His stamina is adrenaline based. "Or maybe four." The words were uttered as he took a push-up stance over her body. It was nice moving from the upright position. His hips rocked to give his cock some friction against her skin while also teasing everything between her legs. The head of his dick could go forward or back, staying slick with their combined excitement.

"I wanna put my fingers through your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back. I'm tryin' to put you to bed, bed, bed…" The song randomly had popped up in his head so it spilled out of his lips. It was a perk to be with Angela who not only was from the same world but roughly the same period of time. Derek wasn't much of a singer. His deep voice was naturally at an octave lower than J. Holiday, even deeper in the midst of sex.

However, he wasn't about to serenade her with more than the few verses, especially his proclivity of not being able to carry a tune for long. (Even if that made it half the fun for him at times--this wasn't one of those times.) "I have it in my mind for you to hit five before I go. Can you handle that?" he teased through an impish grin and dark eyes that were still filled with want for her. His libido (and hers) could put the average horny teenager to shame.

Of course Angela snorts at Derek's attempt to serenade her with an all too familiar song, but she has to admit, she would like those lyrics to be brought to life. Might as well put them into motion by flipping onto her back and wrapping her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together, and opening herself up to him again. All he has to do and let her hand guide his dick back into her pussy instead of just teasing it.

"I can definitely handle that, but the real question is, can you actually do that?" she taunts, nipping at his earlobe before sinking her teeth into the curve of his neck. Angela is absolutely sure Derek can--with proof in the recent past that he can get her to hit five and more--but there's nothing wrong with encouraging him to prove his worth in her bed.

» ic inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject