Wicked Ties Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Wicked Ties Chapter 6

... She raised her hips, meeting him halfway every time. She couldn’t get enough of this, of him. She was in heaven. Just as she could feel her muscles tense, she felt him pulsate inside of her, and she let herself go. She brought his face to hers, kissing him, as they came simultaneously, locked together. Laura kissed him gently for a few more minute. She would never be able to get enough of him. And finally she released a yawn when she pulled back from the kiss and Derek smirked at her. “Did I wear you out?” He asked happily, snaking his hands around her waist. Laura snuggled into him, before remembering the situation, and shrugging his hands off her. She turned around to meet his dejected face with a glowing smile. “I’m just tired.” She smiled. “Was this it or did you want something more?” With Jensen’s words ringing in her head, she steeled herself. Sex was sex, but that only meant that she needed to work harder to keep her own emotions at bay. True, she wanted him to admit that there was…something more there, but she knew giving into his every whim wasn’t the way to get there. Derek looked at her blankly, before nodding and picking up his pants. Slipping into them, he zipped them up and looked down at her. Laura worked to keep her face serene. He bent down and kissed her on the lips, pulling on her upper lip lightly. As he came up for air, he gave her a half-smile that made her want to invite him back to bed and forget everything she’d just planned. There was a spark ...

... between them. An undeniable, unbelievable spark. That would burn her if she’d let it, she reminded herself one last time. “Thanks for the sex, sweetie.” He mimicked her earlier words and left the room. As Derek leaned against her closed door, he sighed heavily. He really was screwed. Right then and there, he’d wanted to stay and hold her. He didn’t do that. Or get jealous over Jensen fucking Anderson. She was messing with his head, more than anyone else ever had. He wanted her, yet whenever he tried telling her, something else entirely came out. He cursed himself to the depths of hell. No wonder she wanted nothing to do with him, he was a mess. Not even Freud could crack his account. Did he want her though? He wasn’t sure. He only knew that he wanted her to want him, though he was failing spectacularly at that. He shook his head, feeling a migraine coming on. He wouldn’t compromise himself just to win her approval that was for sure. Just as he was beginning to cool down, the door opposite hers, Caroline’s door to be exact, opened up, Derek rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Danny? I know you’re comfortable with your sexuality, but I don’t think Blondie’s lipstick is going to help with the rumors.” He remarked dryly, looking at his disheveled brother. Daniel smiled at him goofily, holding up his t-shirt in his hands victoriously. I’m chivalrous, did you know that?” Daniel skipped off happily towards his own room, and Derek rolled his eyes. Caroline finally had someone who cared about her. ...