Chapter 239: Sore, And Happy Loser
If anyone were to ask her how she thought the evening would go. Her answers would have been pretty tame.
We will probably just cuddle, sleep, maybe even kiss.
She would have said.
Her past self would not have been completely wrong. There was definitely kissing involved.
But it was more than just kissing, it was leagues above cuddling, and it definitely did not involve any sleep.
For most couples, their first time having sex was something special. Something to be taken slow. They wined and dined together. There was often slow dancing, long drawn out kisses, and a lot of meaningful looks. And that would more often than not lead to a wonderful evening of awkward, but enjoyable sex.
Emily had nothing against those couples, but she was glad it was not her and Derek.
From the moment that he had pounced on her, the two of them had been at it.
Lips bruised, hair a mess, Emily was completely naked on Derek’s carpet. She’d caught sight of her bra thrown over the staircase railing. The unflattering underwear that Derek had slipped from her legs. Kissing his way from the join of her hip, and groin, all the way to her toes as he had done so, was thrown over a lamp. There were various pieces of clothing, from both her and Derek, thrown all over the place. How they had ended up there she did not know, nor did she care. Though she did recall dropping to her knees and kissing Derek’s shaft, through the fabric of his pants. Feeling it go impossibly hard through the cloth before pulling them down. Exposing his gorgeously, long and thick member to the world. Getting a chance to lick a bit of precome from the tip before Derek had pulled her away by tugging at her hair.
All he’d had to do was tap at her shoulder lightly, and Emily had gone down. Tilting until her back was hitting the carpet. And she had not attempted to get up since then. Why would she do such a silly thing when she could just lay there and have Derek continue to lavish her with attention.
His mouth was latched onto her nipple. Sucking so hard, it felt as though he were trying to draw milk. When the pressure got to be too much. Dancing between pleasure and pain, he seemed to know instinctively.