1038. Caught in the Act

[hunting_trip]

Originally posted by lone_defender at 678. Do I have to put up signs?!
Caught In The Act Meme
(Extended Edition)

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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[derek_morgan]

There were times that he forgot her abusive past with how (wonderfully) sassy Sam could get. He would not have been surprised if she ever danced for money. She was confident and never denied him seeing her naked. Derek adored that trait. Maybe she didn't have a plastic supermodel physique. What she had was SO much better. The confidence made her perfectly good curves flawless in his eyes. He grinned from ear to ear as she tugged him down.

"So sexy. I think that's what I want for Christmas, see you do that." It was all the speech he managed while climbing into the bed with her. Above Sam. He wasted no time, assuming she took care of all the foreplay necessary, and guided his dick inside her. "Sure you left me some? Feels so tight and wet," he growled while pushing in and moving her up the bed a couple of inches with the thrust.

Derek couldn't hide his desire between his rigid cock and the enamored look on his face. It wasn't a slow and romantic connection this time. He assumed that with Sam taking matters into her own hand--literally--that she didn't want it soft and slow. He sure as hell didn't. His mouth only kissed her a few times between the taunts and he remained in a push up stance over her while his thrusts continued steady and strong.

[sammy]

It was easy for Sam to open up and be herself around Derek, knowing she would always be safe with him. While she definitely could have danced for money, it was something she hadn't done but she would happily dance for him for free anytime he wanted. She had taken a pole dancing class once just for fun but had never actually done it.

She grinned up at him, her arms wrapping around him once he was hovering over her. "You want the full show, do you?" She didn't mind and if he wanted a show, she'd gladly give it to him. "Tomorrow's Christmas so if you want that show, you can have it tomorrow night." She doubted he was expecting that but she meant it and she'd make sure he had a view of everything.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned out when he pushed into her. He was a snug and perfect fit. She yelped playfully and pressed her fingers into his back when that initial thrust pushed her up the bed. She saw that look on his face and welcomed his aggressiveness, it just made her louder and with each thrust into her, came an 'oh god' out of her mouth. He had guessed right, still worked up from pleasing herself and purposely not soaking the bed, she needed that release.

[derek_morgan]

"You know it," he answered when she asked what Sam had probably meant as a rhetorical question. Derek wouldn't chance her not knowing just how much he wanted to see her find her own gratification though it was doubtful he could wait for her climax. It was impossible to keep his hands off of her. As it was, he refrained from demanding his present in the morning to keep from ruining all the work she had in the hotel salon that day.

She deserved a day to flaunt her beauty. And so much more. Even if Derek wasn't exactly catering to her in the moment. His body remained over hers while perched on his left arm as his other hand slipped into her beautifully done hair and tugged her head back. He clamped his mouth on her neck and sucked at her skin with equal force to the thrusts filling her repeatedly. "So good, Baby...." He uttered with the urgency his cock felt.

The tightness of her walls and the heat from her previous climax milked his erection. Or maybe it was the combination of witnessing her self satisfaction with how radiant she looked that day. And if he really searched the reason for his desire, it would have come to mind how Sam had comforted him in the early hour of the morning after a bad dream. Their connection wasn't outwardly an act of love but the desire held all the heat of his attraction for her.

[sammy]

Sam would have gladly let him have that present first thing Christmas morning if they hadn't been going to his mother's for breakfast. She expected him to pout over having to wait but he seemed satisfied. She was relieved, not wanting them to be late. In fact, they were the first ones to arrive.

At least waiting for his 'present' meant they had the rest of the night to do whatever they wanted without having to rush out anywhere and if he pounced her before she was finished, all the better. If the situation had been reversed, she wouldn't be able to wait.

She was so tight around him that he felt huge to her--more than he usually did--though she could easily take him thrusting into her wetness. She moaned loudly when he slipped his hand into her hair and tugged, exposing her neck to him. It always turned her on that much more when he got a little rough with her.

Her breaking point came when he sucked on her neck, leaving his mark. "Oh my god, Derek...fuck!" she cried out, her own pleasure taking over as she slid her hands down his sides and held on tight, her hips trembling when she came, hard and loud, with a hard gush of fluid against his cock.

[derek_morgan]

It was a delicate balance between love and lust. Derek, given his past, took great care never to take advantage of a woman. Some women never liked a rough touch and it was all that some liked. He was complicated and had a variety of tastes; sometimes rough, sometimes sensual. Sam had been the perfect compliment.

He could never remain long with a dominant woman. Trust was something that took time to earn from him. God-forbid the woman wanted to tie him up. One had tried to sneak handcuffs on him and found herself alone that night. There was more than one reason as to why he didn't like messing with women who carried. They were usually the domineering type.

Sam took matters into her own hands at times but always allowed him to take the lead. Enough that more and more, Derek found himself relinquishing control. They would finish together and hold each other close regardless of the pulling, smacking, biting and scratching that might have gone on in the heat of intercourse.

She received a few slams of his hips into hers as he tried riding out both of their orgasms as long as possible. He lived for that warm wetness to soak his cock. Derek groaned loudly, releasing her hair and leaving a sloppy kiss where his mouth had marked her. "So damn good," he muttered while making sure his weight didn't crush her.

[sammy]

Some would probably think that given Sam's past, she wouldn't like a man being rough with her but she was quite the opposite when it came to Derek. She felt completely safe with him and because of that, she was able to let her guard down with so many things. She usually let him set the pace of either being rough and wild or soft and romantic but if she needed the latter, she wouldn't have any problem letting him know.

Sam was pretty much as dominant with Derek as she would ever get. She enjoyed telling him what to do to a point and sometimes pushing and tugging on him to change positions but that was the extent of her dominance. She thrived on the alpha male in Derek. Even if Sam started out with the lead, she preferred when he took over sometime before they were finished.

Sex with him was fantastic in every way and the quiet, snuggle time afterward was just the icing on the cake. This time, Sam had started out in the lead, already finishing once so it was a surprise to her when she came so easily the second time. Derek just got to her like no other man ever had.

She didn't want it to end but she threw her head back, breathing heavily up into the air, her fingers smoothing up and down his back. "It always is." she whispered, pulling him down a little harder against her. She loved feeling her weight on top of him, not all of it but always a little more than he'd give her. "Can it get any better than this?" she asked, not exactly looking for an answer.