Chapter 2 Suprise!!!

Veda’s pov 

Just get it over with Veda. I chanted in my head as I leaned forward and kissed Derek’s cheek. I frowned when I felt a slight bit of stubble. He had shaved yesterday, was it possible for his stubble to grow back so quickly? 

The thoughts flew out quickly when his hands clamped on my hips to keep me on his lap. His hands made me squirm. His touch was lighting up a fire in me. It burned. 

I lifted slightly and pushed down the sheets off him and straddled him once more, moaning when I felt him nudge at my opening. 

He makes a soft grunt sound again under me and I took this as an invitation to kiss down his chin while I begin to dry hump him, rolling my hips in a way I thought would be seductive. It worked because he was so hard as a rock under me, I could feel him pressing against me. 

Wow. He felt huge! Was he even going to fit? 

I nibbled on his chin, making him buck up his hip and of course for his hardness to rub against me. Since I had a short skirt on it was hunched around my waist and my thin lace panties was a sad excuse of a barrier. 

He felt so hot. And I was so wet. 

“I’m finally going to give you what you’ve been begging for,” I gasp, rolling my hips over him to feel him. He felt so good. It’s kind of strange actually, I have straddled him before but it has never urged me to feel so incredible or want more. 

In fact before, I would squirm and make an excuse for us to not go further. But tonight, something has changed. There’s a burning desire, a need, a claim to have him inside me. 

I rocked my hips and his hands on my waist tighten as he pumped up, groaning sexily. He sounded more hoarse too. Sexy. So sexy. 

I am so wet I can barely think. All nervousness flew out the window when I felt just how excited he was under me. I pressed my palm to his bare chest, surprised by how toned it felt. It’s never felt this tone before but perhaps it feels a bit different now that he is naked. 

I push out my tongue, running it along his cheek, an odd need to taste him overcoming me. He grunted, hips flexing up, his hardness. smacking against me. His fingers dig into my hips and then they sweep over to my bottom, gripping them wetting his boxers.

Oh,” I moaned, rolling with my juices. But I didn't care. I was going to do this. My nipples harden when one of his hands grip my breast and squeeze. His touch burned through me and sent shivers of pleasure to rake through my body. 

I needed him. Gosh I needed him. 

I panted, letting out little sounds of pleasure as he rocked his hips up to meet my little dance. I could no longer wait. There’s something building, something I want right now. I am desperate as I push him off. a little and free him of his boxers. 

I can’t really see him but I feel him when I wrap my fingers around his girth. Oh hell. He really is huge. I gulped. Even though there’s a little fear that he won’t fit, my walls cry, begging for him to come right in. 

I pushed out a nervous breath, straddled him and with one hand pushed my panties aside and guided his tip at my entrance. He feels so hot in my hands and I can feel him pulse. It’s now or never. 

Holding my breath, I pressed down, taking the head of him into my very tight opening. My jaw slackened and his loud moan made me shiver. Oh God. This feels so good even though it stings. 

He goes back to gripping my hips, hard and pushed up slightly as I descend on him, pulling him further into me. “Ohh,” I whimpered when the head of his member brushed against my hymen, the barrier. 

I can hear his strangled breathing in the room, feel his pulsing length inside me, snuggled by my walls that clench around him. I am soaking him and he seems to enjoy this. 

Come on Veda, just do it. Finally, do it. 

And I did, with one push, I let him break through me and bit my tongue by the tight full feeling. My thighs shook and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Hell, he was too big. 

I stilled with him inside me, trying to adjust to the mere size of him. It feels like he had grown bigger if it was possible and I feared he’d stretch me out so much I’d need stitches after this. 

He rubbed my hips, still pulsing inside me. It was as if he was trying to soothe me and it was working. My aching muscles began to relax around him and the pain dulled until I no longer felt it. However, I can feel him. 

Hot and throbbing. Every inch of him was inside me, every single inch. My walls squeezed around him and he groaned, nails digging back into my flesh. The sounds coming out of his mouth were sexy and in response I became more wet and the fire that pricked me earlier began to bloom once more until I needed him so badly. 

I rested my palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race as quickly as mine as I lifted slightly, my walls gripping around him in reluctance to let him out. But if I don’t move and ride him I would die. 

I stopped until the tip alone was inside me and slid on his length. He shuddered, pulsing and gripped my waist as I began to move. 

Our rough breathing filled the room as I bounced on his hardness. He filled me over and over and I swore he was growing. He pulsed, gasping as I rocked my hips.