Fourth and Goal by Jami Davenport

Author:Jami Davenport [Davenport, Jami]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Romance
ISBN: 9781477410509
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2011-05-03T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The Naked Bootleg

Rain be damned, Rachel warmed from her core out. Heat radiated to her extremities, leaving her toasty and toasted. Their skin should've sizzled as a deluge of raindrops bounced off their bodies. Water meandered down the landscape of Derek's muscular chest.

Showing the persistence that stood by him throughout his sports career, Derek was not deterred by rain. Instead he slid two fingers inside her and proceeded to create his own storm. Thrusting deep, he toyed with her for a few minutes, withdrawing each time she teetered on the brink of passion. She whimpered every time his fingers retreated.

"I think it's time to go for the score, baby."

"Hit me with your best shot, big guy.” She dug her painted nails, courtesy of Cass, into his bare, wet back. He removed his fingers. She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with his lips.

Derek flipped her around so she sat on the back of the bench, legs dangling. Rain dripped off her chin and down her arms. She gripped the bench for balance and lifted her hips as Derek peeled her soaked panties from her body. Positioning himself between her spread thighs, he slid inside in one long, slow stroke, filling her tight hole and holding himself there for a long moment. Rachel closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed his hands, and leaned back, driving him deeper. The wind whipped the cedar boughs over their heads. One branch slapped Derek across the cheek. He shook it off, undaunted by nature's temper tantrum.

Holding on to her hands, he withdrew, then slid into her again. She pushed against him, arching her hips to take him deeper. He moved inside her, slow and deliberate, even though she attempted to take over the pace and speed it up. He wouldn't be hurried, but she wanted more, wanted this slow teasing to end and for him to claim her with powerful strokes. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, tightening them around him.

"Oh fuck.” A ragged groan was wrenched from his chest. He held himself against her, pressing deep and upward.

"Derek, please. I need you to go faster."

Instead he withdrew, leaving her empty and needy. She whimpered in protest. Grabbing her around the waist, he flipped her onto her stomach, her body draped over the back of the park bench, facing forward. She balanced with her hands on the bench seat.

His fingers parted her, and he entered her from behind, tormenting her with the same deliberate pace as before. Leaning over her back, he reached under her body with one hand and cupped a breast. He pinched and tugged on an erect nipple. His free hand snuck between their bodies and found her clit.

"Harder.” She panted. “Please, faster. Give me what I need."

"What do you need?” He rubbed the little center of her desire.

"You know.” Her words sounded strangled to her ears.

"Maybe I don't.” He withdrew almost completely. His big hands slid down her rain-slickened body.

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