DangerousPassion (5 page)

Sarah’s eyes were still closed and she was licking Derek’s finger when he eased the digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around the slowly invading finger, swirling her tongue against it in a pantomime of fellatio. Sarah knew that she must present a lurid and unladylike image to Derek, but she couldn’t help herself. When he began moving his finger back and forth between her lips, a soft sigh escaped Sarah
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a sigh that was entirely natural and not at all theatrical. A real sigh of
 
sexual desire
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which was so unlike her.

“Passionate…passionate…woman,” Derek breathed softly in the darkness.

He pushed Sarah backward a step, moving her until her shoulders were against the wooden wall. Her slick tongue moved against his finger.

Derek whispered, “So beautiful” and then dipped his head down to again capture Sarah’s taut, brown nipple between his lips.

She moaned again, softly and passionately, the sound of a young woman who had cheated Death and was now willing to accept whatever pleasure l
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offered. Sarah cupped Derek’s head in both hands, holding him tight to the lush orb of her breast, not wanting to let him end his luscious pleasuring. But when he released her nipple from his lips’ embrace, and even eased his fingers out of her mouth, Sarah did not protest. She did not because Derek had raised her dress, and his hands were now inside her skirt. She felt his fingertips gliding up her left thigh. The caress was delicate, experienced, devastating to what Sarah had always considered her better judgment.

He’s done this with a thousand different women.

Sarah sighed with helpless resignation to her own passion. When she felt his powerful hands pushing against the inside of her thighs, she spread her feet farther apart, no longer willing to put forth even the appearance of resistance as Derek sank to his knees before her.

“Beautiful,” Derek whispered, looking at the small patch of auburn hair, and the pink labia that glistened moistly in the moonlight. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He kissed her then, easing his tongue into her cleft without any preliminary dalliance. Sarah cried out in ecstasy, and this time he did not try to silence her. Up on the rooftop, four stories above the young monsters who meant to do them harm, Sarah could at last allow her passions to have free rein.

“Oh, yesss!” Sarah purred, her eyes closed, feeling Derek’s slick tongue gliding over her skin, tantalizing responsive nerves that never before had felt such things.

A tiny voice inside Sarah’s brain whispered,
It’s not right. This isn’t natural.
But another voice whispered,
Nothing natural could feel this good. Enjoy Derek while you can.
And with that the brief, silent debate within Sarah was concluded, and she was blissfully resigned to accept whatever pleasure Derek was capable of making her feel.

Each swipe of Derek’s tongue added fuel to the inferno of passion that was rapidly burning out of control in Sarah’s soul. She cupped her breasts, pinching the erect nipples firmly, hungry for all the possible sensations of pleasure. When Derek slipped a finger inside her pussy, then used the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, a shiver worked its way up Sarah’s spine and her fingers pressed even more deeply into her lush breasts.

Sarah could not logically explain her body’s traitorous behavior. Derek was exactly the kind of man she had always found offensive. Nothing in her world made sense any more. She was exhausted, frightened, on a rooftop with no real certainty of just where in Deadwood she was. For all she knew, the violent gunmen had figured out where she and Derek had hidden and were at that very moment climbing up the fire escape ladder.

But somehow, none of that seemed to matter to her body’s responsiveness. All that mattered to her traitorous body was that Derek was kissing and licking and caressing her pussy with consummate skill. His cunnilingus made her feel sensations that she had never even known were possible.

Once again, names of deities came unbidden from Sarah’s mouth. She felt everything that Derek was doing to her with astonishing clarity. Each swipe of his tongue across her clitoris, or over the lips of her pussy, brought exquisite satisfaction. And when he pushed the first two fingers of his right hand into her, the stimulating friction made her dizzy with excitement.

“Derek...Oh, Derek...” Her head banged against the wall. “Oh, God, what is happening to me? What am I doing?”

It was odd for Sarah to hear the sound of passion in her own voice. She was accustomed to hearing herself speaking in an authoritative or at least confident and knowledgeable manner at work. She adopted a respectful tone when speaking with Edgar in front of others. But she was not used to hearing her own voice speaking words of passion and praise
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to a stranger!

The kisses suddenly ended, and when they did, Sarah’s eyes opened wide. She was not ready for the oral caresses to end. Not when her clitoris felt as tight and hard as a pebble. Not when her entire body felt as though it was ready to explode with ecstasy.

Derek stood, and only then did Sarah realize that while he had been using his lips and tongue with such devastating skill, he had unbuckled his belt and lowered his black trousers to free himself. His erection jutted out from his body. He was very long, and the cock’s thickness was intimidating. The only comparison to Derek that Sarah could make was with Edgar, and to that regard, it was like comparing a little child to a man
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a real man, not a pompous, rich boy who thought himself a gentleman.

For several seconds, Derek just stood there, his jacket open and his trousers down to the middle of his thighs, his flagrant erection standing out defiantly, hard and throbbing with tension. He was impressive in size, even intimidating
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and he knew it. Sarah wondered if there was ever a time when Derek wasn’t supremely confident in his abilities.

In a soft, unintentionally tremulous voice, Sarah whispered, “But it’s so...so big...”

“Trust me. I know what to do.” Derek eased a half-step closer. “I’ll make it perfect for you.”

Sarah reached for his erection. When she did, she noticed that her hand was trembling as if she was very scared. She was, perhaps, a little scared, but more than anything else she was confused and excited. She wondered whether Edgar’s penis was unnaturally small, and so by comparison Derek appeared to her now to be unnaturally large. She realized then that though she was no longer a virgin (and hadn’t been one for over a year), there were countless things about men and women and the things they could do for each other to give and receive pleasure that she knew absolutely nothing about. Nothing. But Derek knew. Derek was the answer to the mystery.

When her fingers were just inches from Derek’s cock, her hand stopped. The disconcerting thought that her body couldn’t possible stretch to accommodate Derek’s enormous size and solidity flitted unpleasantly along the outer edges of her consciousness.

“Damn,” she murmured with artless simplicity, “that’s big.”

“Don’t be afraid,” Derek replied, his tone now raspy with sexual tension. This wasn’t the first time he’d had this conversation with a suddenly-anxious woman. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Sarah at last dragged her gaze up from Derek’s erection to his face. She was looking directly into his eyes as she slowly sank to her knees on the rooftop. Through the fabric of her dress, she felt the coarse pebbles beneath her knees. She tried to block this unpleasant sensation from her thoughts. Never in her life had she been on her knees for a man.

“Oh...” Sarah whispered, seeing the solid flesh just inches from her face. “Oh, my!” After a moment it seemed appropriate to add, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and was surprised to discover that, holding him in her hand, she could not touch her fingertips to her thumb. He was warm and vibrant in her fist, the heat of his cock seeming to pass straight through her palm and into her bloodstream. She began working her fist back and forth over Derek’s entire length, her eyes glassy, amazed that it was actually her own hand that she was watching and not that of a much more daring and adventurous woman.

Sarah felt utterly wicked being on her knees on the rooftop, watching her hand moving slowly back and forth over Derek’s pulsing erection. Doing this sort of thing
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having a sexual encounter with a stranger
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was simply not something that the person known as Sarah Miller would do. She was much too controlling, especially with herself and her own behavior, to be so bold and adventurous. She was a planner and a plotter, a person who took extraordinary pride in her ability to see over the horizon and predict the future. She had designed her life, and passion just wasn’t in the blueprint that she had for herself.

But she could not have predicted Derek’s entrance into her world, nor her irrational and unprecedented sexual response to him. Derek was the embodiment of the enticing and unexplainable.

She looked up at Derek, and there was confusion in the green depths of her eyes. “You make me want to do things…wicked things…I want to do everything with you. Simply everything. You’re a mystery to me.” She hesitated a moment before adding truthfully, “I’m so confused that I’m not sure of anything any more, but I think I hate you.”

Derek did not reply verbally. Instead, he reached down and caught a lock of Sarah’s auburn hair. He twirled the hair around his index finger for a moment, then eased his fingers into her luxurious tresses. With gentle insistence, he pulled Sarah closer.

She kissed the enormously engorged crown of his arousal, then very tentatively stuck just the tip of her tongue out between her lips. She tasted Derek, and the rumbling groan of excitement she received let her know that he appreciated her efforts. She felt his hand in her hair at the back of her neck, and when he pulled with a bit more force, she did not resist. Her lips were forced apart, and a moment later the head of his cock filled her mouth. Sarah closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about what she was doing. All she was certain of was that when she was with Derek, she felt daring and was willing to do things that she otherwise wouldn’t dream of.

She put her tongue in motion against the underside of Derek’s erection, and her moan of passion mingled with his. Slowly, unsure of herself because of inexperience yet determined to give this dangerous man just as much pleasure as he had already given her, Sarah began weaving back and forth, dragging her butter soft lips over the ridge of the crown and down the shaft, savoring the pulsing power that she caressed with her lips and tongue.

She heard him groan, and Sarah thought with escalating pride and confidence, I’m good at this. I’ve never done it before, but I’m good at this.

With her sexual confidence heightening pleasantly, Sarah used her hand on Derek, her fingers sometimes tightening securely around the throbbing shaft, and at other times touching him so softly the contact was barely felt. She felt him throbbing with virility. Everything about Derek was strong and powerful, certainly dangerous, perhaps even a bit deadly. But however deadly Derek was with others, he was not that way toward her. To Sarah, he had shown only tenderness, surprising gentleness, even a protective compassion that Sarah knew she had not really earned. All of this made her want to give him pleasure.

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Derek released the hold he had on Sarah, standing straight again. He watched the voluptuous woman on her knees, his piercing gaze taking in each individual feature to be memorized and enjoyed at a later date. He could tell that she had not much experience in fellatio, if, in fact, she had any experience at all. But the artlessness of her actions only heightened his excitement. Her mouth was warm and wet on him, her tongue in constant motion, just as he liked. When she nibbled on him, using her teeth against his solid flesh, he could tell that she was experimenting, searching for new ways to give him pleasure. Nearly mesmerized by Sarah’s debut performance, he watched how her cheeks hollowed when she drew a tantalizing suction on his flesh. And lower still, he saw the great, heavy mounds of her breasts swaying slowly as she nodded to and fro.