Chapter six

Lydia’s POV

After we were done, Mr. Derek reached for the handkerchief on his desk. The same one that had been there the whole time. Taking it, he used it wiped the creamy liquid on my stomach then proceed to wipe in between my thighs where I was still soaked from our previous session. His touch was gentle as he wiped it carefully and cleaned me up. 

As he brushed the soft fabric against my folds moving it gently, his fingers moved along with the handkerchief, teasing me while tracing over my swollen clit. Without thinking, I spread open my thighs giving him full access. Breathless moans escaped my lips as he kept torturing me with his fingers. I want more.

Mr. Derek chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice making the hair on my skin stand on edge. "You are still so wet, Lydia."

Gradually, his fingers replaced the cloth and I felt the slow movement of his fingertips through my wetness. He spread my folds open, then he start moving his fingers up and down my clit, making sure I felt every movement. I moaned louder this time and my hips lifted on their own as I begged him for more.

"You want me to continue?" he asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

I nodded quickly, gripping the couch under me. I wanted him to continue. I wanted to know how it feels like when he used his fingers to fuck me. I wanted to cum for the second time tonight.

"Words" He said with command in his voice.

"Yes…. please." I whispered breathlessly. I so much wanted more and I want it now.

Without hesitation, he slipped one finger inside me, then two curling them at just the right angle, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I gasped, back arching, hands flying to his arm as I held onto him for dear life. 

"Oh, Mr. Derek…."

He started moving his fingers in and out of my vagina, slow at first before gradually increasing his pace. My pussy clenched around his fingers, greedily pulling him deeper. His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in circles.

I was drowning in pleasure. My moans turned into helpless cries, and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. All rational thoughts flew from my head and all I could think of was his fingers moving in and out of my pussy.

"You are so wet for me." he groaned. "I can feel you getting tighter."

I could barely respond. My nails dug into his arm, and my hips moved against his hand, desperate for more.. His fingers drove into me faster, harder, stretching me, preparing me. My breathing came out in gasps, and my stomach tightened.

"I…I’m close." I whimpered, my voice shaking. I was finally going to orgasm.

But just when I was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out.

I let out a frustrated cry, panting heavily, my body still shaking from the denied release. "Why….?"

Mr. Derek smirked, bringing his fingers coated with my juice to his lips. He sucked on each finger, tasting me as his eyes locked onto mine. After licking them clean, he hummed in satisfaction.

"You taste so fucking good." he murmured, before settling himself between my legs.

I barely had time to process his next move before I felt his hot breath on my inner thighs. He kissed my thighs then trailed his lips up till he was right where I needed him most.

His tongue flickered around my swollen clit, and my whole body trembled as he began licking with his tongue. "Ahhh….fuck yes." I moaned, my head falling back as I cried for help.

He gripped my thighs, spreading them wider as he devoured me. His tongue traced lazy circles around my clit before flicking it rapidly, making me gasp and cry out. He sucked, licked, and teased me while holding me firmly to the couch.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more, wanting everything. "Don’t stop," I begged. "Please don’t stop…"

Mr. Derek smiled against my clit. He dipped his tongue inside me, licking up every drop of my arousal before focusing on my clit again.

The pleasure built inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs shook violently, my toes curled, and with a desperate cry of his name, my orgasm came flushing.

Mr. Derek didn’t stop immediately. He licked me through my orgasm, savoring every drop, until there was nothing left of my creamy juice.

When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with my arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked down at me.

“You are still not done, or are you?” he teased, his voice thick with lust.

I lay there panting, my body still recovering from the shattering orgasm I had but when I looked down and saw his thick, hard member standing erect between us, my desire flared all over again.

He stroked himself slowly, dragging his hand up and down his cock. "I need to fuck that innocent looking pussy of yours again"

I spread my legs wider wanting him to. I can't seem to get enough and I want him inside me for the second time. “Fuck me please” I whispered.

Mr. Derek wasted no time. He positioned himself at my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against my clit teasing me, coating himself with my juice.

Then with one deep thrust, he filled me completely.

I cried out, my pussy stretching around his thick length. It felt good. It felt so fucking good.

"Lydia" he groaned, gripping my hips as he stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust to the feel of his member inside me. "You are so tight."

I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was. "Move" I pleaded. "Please, Mr. Derek, move."

He pulled out slowly before slamming back in, making me scream in pleasure. Then he set a steady rhythm. Deep, hard, deliberate thrusts that had me seeing stars.

I couldn’t think. I could only feel. The way he filled me up perfectly, the way his body moved against mine, the way his lips found my neck, sucking and licking at the same time.

Our moans and breaths filled the room as he drove into me, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, deeper.

"You feel so good." he whispered in my ear. "So fucking good."

I could only moan in response, my nails raking down his back as pleasure consumed me once again.

My stomach tightened again, and I grew tense. "I’m…."

"I know" he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Cum for me, Lydia.”

With one deep final thrust, I tightened my legs around him, my walls clenching so tightly that he groaned in pleasure. His grip on me tightened as he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead before finally pulling out and spilling his seed on my abdomen and collapsing beside me on the couch.

I curled to his side, my legs still trembling, my mind completely blank.

I had never felt anything like this before.