After that, the movie version of my life switched gears into NC-17 territory, or at least R.

He moved his hand closer to me, trying to push aside my thong. Patience has never been one of Derek's strong points, and after a second of frustration, he broke the strap, letting the soaked cotton fall onto the sheets.

As his hand explored me, Derek looked into my eyes. There was something in his eyes I had never seen before- not protective- but ownership, for lack of better word. There was a darkness there, as he stroked my clit, a darkness which I had never seen before. Did I mention how sexy that was?

"Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?" I asked, as my--now free-- hands moved lower down his body, across the hardness of his abs, and past his hips. Derek growled, and raised his hips off the bed, trying to meet my hands. Wonderfully teasing, I let my hands trail around his erection, never touching.

'Chloe," he moaned, his voice dropping lower than ever.

"Not yet, you haven't earned it," I teased, as I rode out the pleasure of his hand and those glorious little circles he was making.

With a growl, he dropped his hips, and we plunked back onto the bed- this time with his hands on my hips. "You haven't earned it," Derek countered in his husky voice. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Really?" I lifted my hips, positioning my swollen flesh above his cock, just letting him touch me, but not enter. I groaned, and his hands gripped my hips tighter- I'd be bruised tomorrow. "Cause," I started to move in tight circles, drenching the tip of him, " I feel like I've earned it. All this time, I've been such," I let him enter me, barely, " a good," I move upwards, forcing him out, "girl. Don't I feel good?" His eyes glazed over, his eyelids half-closing at the feeling. "Well, if that's how you want it." I said, callously, and moved off of him altogether. He moved to pull me back onto him, fully this time, but I scooted down out of his reach and closer to the edge of the bed- we weren't touc anymore.

"Chloe," he whispered my name this time, one arm reaching towards me.

"No," I said, as one of the straps on my top slipped off my shoulder, "I have been so, so good all this time. I've waited. And now," I let the other strap fall, revealing my bare breasts. " you have to wait too."

He stared at my breasts, the nipples gone hard just looking at him. Derek's breath caught, and his hands balled up in the sheets.

Making him wait, for a change? This was going to be fun.

Sitting there, on my knees, naked, I stared at him. I noticed his erection was so big, must have been painfully hard on him. So, I reached down, my right hand meeting the moisture between my legs eagerly. My left hand reached towards my breast, and started to tease at it. I slipped my index and middle fingers inside, throwing my head back.

When I looked at Derek, he was doing a little self-exploration of his own. His right hand was above him, death grip on the headboard. His other was gripped around his cock, tugging at himself as he watched me. His eyes had a wild look in them, and I'm sure they were a reflection of my own. Just watching him there, getting off on watching me, made me push my fingers inside faster- wishing they were his cock. His breathing was fast, so fast, and I started to moan while low growls ripped from his body.

"Wait-" I moaned, recognizing that this wasn't how I had imagined him coming for me the first time. He stopped, still watching me intently. I pulled my fingers out, and moved them to my mouth, my tongue peaking out. Derek moaned my name, and God, it sounded good.

"Do I deserve it, Derek?" I asked, moving closer.

"Yes." His voice answered, fighting for control.

"What do I deserve?" I whispered.

"Anything," strangled now," everything." And as soon as I got close enough, his hand whipped out to grab me, and flip me underneath him. So fast, so hard.

"What do I deserve?" He growled, as I could feel his hardness aching for me between my things, but not entering.

"Everything," I moaned, as he finally pushed inside.

(To Be Continued . . . ?)