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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Dancing_with_the_Stars_(US)_RPF
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hough/Bindi_Irwin, Bindi_Irwin/Derek_Hough
  Character:
      Derek_Hough, Bindi_Irwin
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Aged-Up_Character(s)
  Collections:
      Anonymous
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      Published: 2015-12-11 Words: 5712
****** Your Season 21 Champions ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Bindi has developed feelings for Derek and when she tells him he
     assures her that it's just a little crush. A year later a now 18 year
     old Bindi is back to convince Derek it's more than a crush and that
     she's not a little girl.
Notes
     I tried for a very long time not to ship this pairing because I'm
     sure plenty of people will think it's wrong but I couldn't help it,
     they were just too cute and had too much chemistry. On that note this
     is a work of complete fiction and it only happened in my sick
     imagination.
She'd forgotten to close the curtains when she'd lain down and the lights of
the city were pouring in through the window and bouncing off of the Mirror Ball
trophy's reflective surface and painting the ceiling with twinkling dashes of
illumination. She just couldn't stop staring at it, it was so beautiful and
everything that it represented for her personally, much more than just a
reality dance competition, was beautiful. Bindi felt like she'd really grown as
a person throughout the entire experience, matured and really become more
comfortable in her own skin. She'd tried something new, something unexpected,
really put herself out there and made herself vulnerable and she felt like it
had only made her stronger. Gosh, looking at the trophy just made her so happy!
She'd done it, well they'd done it; her and Derek.
Oh, Derek. Just the thought of him made her giddy and set butterflies loose in
her stomach. From the moment she'd met him she'd thought that he was cute with
his fit dancers body and his bright smile that lit up his blue eyes. Once she'd
gotten to know him and discovered what a kind, caring, genuine guy he was she'd
started to like him, like him and all the touching they had to do while dancing
only pushed her over the edge faster she thinks. It wasn't long before every
touch of his hand made her heart beat faster and when he pressed their bodies
together she was always sure he could feel her heart practically beating out of
her chest but if he ever noticed he was kind enough not to mention it and for
that she was grateful. She doesn't know how she would have felt having her
crush laid out in the open in front of cameras and viewers around the world.
Bindi was glad that she was able to keep it private, her own little secret.
Her eyes landed on the trophy again and suddenly her throat went dry and
scratchy and she was fighting back tears for though it was meant to symbolize
success it was also a glaring and definitive end. No more days jam packed with
dance rehearsals and wardrobe fittings and make up. No more nervous Monday's
and then relived Monday nights but most importantly no more Derek. Now that the
show was over the chances of her and Derek spending any time together were very
slim. After tonight she'd go back to Australia, back to her normal life and
while she loved her life she couldn't help but be sad at the loss of Derek in
it.
Before she really had time to think about what she was doing she was throwing
the covers off the bed stuffing her feet into her shoes and rushing out of her
room barely pausing to grab the keycard and shove it into her pocket so that
she would be able to get back in. She sprinted down the hallway, passed one,
two, three, four, five rooms until she was standing in front of Derek's door
and without hesitation rapped on it with her knuckles a few times. Now that she
was forced to wait her brain was catching up with her body and she started to
wonder just what she was doing, why had she come to his room, she checked her
watch, at 12:34 AM for no apparent reason? She had just decided that this was a
terrible idea, Derek was obviously asleep and she still had no idea what her
planned course of action even was and that she should just sneak back to her
own room and pretend this never happened when Derek opened the door in nothing
but his boxer briefs, hair disheveled from sleep. He raised a hand to shade his
eyes from the light that flooded into his room from the hallway and he squinted
at her as recognition dawned on him.
“Bindi, what're you doing here? Is everything alright?”
Her eyes devour his body unbidden taking in the smooth expanse of his defined
chest and firm stomach and then lower, his boxers cup his package just right
and she can see the outline of his cock hugged tightly by the fabric and the
sight of it has her mouth going dry as the deserts of her homeland and she had
to swallow a few times before she's able to unstick her tongue from the roof of
her mouth and reply.
“Yeah...everything's...fine. I'm...fine.” Her voice was soft and she spoke
slowly as if in a daze. Her eyes flicked from Derek's baby blues to his lips,
rosy and tempting and she wondered if they were as soft as they looked then
realization dawned on her and she realized that's why she was here. She'd be
leaving tomorrow maybe never to see Derek again and she didn't want to leave
without at least telling him how she felt, she at least owed it to herself to
see what would happen that way she'd never have to look back on it and wonder.
Maybe to some she was to young to make this decision but they didn't know her,
didn't know her mind or her heart and what right did they have to tell her how
to live her life? They didn't.
All this ran through her head in a matter of seconds and then she was surging
forward until her body was flush with his and she crushed her lips to his in a
desperate kiss. His lips were just as soft as she'd thought they'd be, plush
and pillowy beneath her own and she must have caught him off guard because she
was able to back him into the room a few steps until the door shushed over the
carpet and clicked to a close leaving them in almost darkness. Derek gasped in
surprise and she took it as an opening and slipped her tongue into his mouth
sliding over his own in a silken caress. His hands came up and grasped her
shoulders and… pushed her away putting a safe distance between their bodies,
holding her fast when she tried to kiss him again.
“Whoa Bindi, Bindi stop. What's going on?” His concern was evident by the
furrowing of his brow, the soft timbre of his voice, it emanated from his eyes
as they searched her face trying to discern her feelings, trying to figure out
just what was happening. He was running his hands lightly over her upper arms
in a comforting motion. His tender touch and the way he was looking at her,
like he was ready to do whatever it took to make her happy again it just broke
down whatever was left of her composure. Bindi's shoulders slumped and she
could feel the familiar prick of tears behind her eyes.
“Aw Bindi sweetie, what is it? You know whatever it is you can talk to me.”
He slid his hands down her arms until he could lace their fingers together and
her nerves were so raw she wasn't able to suppress her shiver of delight,
wasn't able to prevent the goosebumps that tingled across her skin. She
tightened her grip around his fingers squeezing them hard once before letting
go and wrapping her arms around her middle, it was harder to think when he was
touching her.
“Derek I...I'm leaving tomorrow and I didn't want to leave without...without
telling you that, that I have grown very attached to you over the past few
months and well I...I have feelings for you Derek, romantic feelings and I just
wanted you to know that because I...wondered if maybe you could have feelings
for me too?”
Bindi's heart was pounding so hard against her ribs that she was sure he could
hear its drumming in the few silent moments before he moved. He grabbed her
hands once more bringing each of them to his lips in turn and pressing a warm
kiss to the knuckles. His eyes softened, filling with sympathy and Bindi
thought for a moment she might be sick. She didn't want his pity.
“Oh Bindi baby. You know that I care deeply for you but any feelings that I may
have that aren't strictly platonic would be completely inappropriate. You're 17
years old baby and I'm 30, that's illegal here and it would be totally
unethical for me to take advantage of you that way Bindi and I would never do
anything to hurt you or let you do something that you might regret later. The
dancing, sometimes it makes you feel certain things and that's how you know
it's good, when it makes you really feel but Bindi that's all it is, just a
little crush.”
Her heart dropped and her stomach started to swirl and now she really did feel
like she was gonna be sick. He thought this was just some stupid crush, the
flighting fancy of some teenage girl that was here one day and gone the next.
After everything that they had shared for him to believe she wasn't capable of
making a decision like this really stung, frankly it broke her heart. She found
herself once again pulling her hands from Derek's and taking a few steps back
putting even more space between them.
“Derek I understand that I'm not old enough to consent here and I would never
do anything that would jeopardize your reputation or your freedom but don't act
like I'm not able to understand my feelings, romantic or otherwise. Now I do
believe I've kept you long enough. I'm sorry to have woken you. Goodbye Derek.”
She kissed him on the cheek before turning quickly on her heel and walking
through the door closing it softly behind her. Once in the hallway she ran back
to her room, flung herself onto her bed and cried herself to sleep.
One Year Later
Bindi had returned home the morning after her midnight conversation with Derek
just as planned. She'd gone back to the zoo, back to taking care of the animals
and educating people about them and why they were so important and mostly it
was just like it had always been and she was happy. Except for her continued
feelings for Derek, they had not faded like he'd thought they would and she'd
known they wouldn't. They kept in contact through text and they kept up with
each other through social media but every time she saw his smiling face in
another picture or received another “just checking in with my best girl” text
her heart shriveled a little in her breast. So she'd waited and she'd planned.
Now exactly one year later here she was standing in Derek's dressing room
waiting for him to finish one of his acclaimed shows. She'd only been waiting
for about 5 minutes when he walked through the door closed it behind him with a
heavy sigh then leaning back against it began to undress. He must not have
noticed her presence because after his tie came his coat both of which he
tossed in the general vicinity of the small couch taking up one wall of the
room. He started on the buttons of his shirt, the ones at his throat first and
each one he undid bared a little more of his body to her hungry eyes. He hadn't
changed at all in the year they'd been apart, he was still trim and fit and
smooth and she couldn't count the number of times she'd dreamed of touching him
since going home. Once he'd finished with the buttons of his shirt he let it
hang off of his shoulders and he was sliding his belt through the loops of his
dress pants when she decided she'd played the part of voyeur long enough.
She cleared her throat softly and spoke into the silence. “Hello Derek.”
His eyes shot open, bright blue orbs piercing her from across the room as he
pushed off the door and took a few steps closer. “Bindi?” he asked and then
more firmly, “Bindi!” He took her into his arms lifted her off of her feet and
spun her around a few times before setting her back down. “Bindi, what are you
doing here? I wasn't expecting you at all, what a surprise!”
“I wanted to see you, to talk to you. The last time we saw each other when I
came to your room, do you remember what we talked about?”
“Of course I remember Bindi.”
“Well it's been a year Derek and I'm 18 now and I just had to tell you that
nothing has changed for me. I still want you, if anything my feelings for you
have only gotten stronger. I missed you so much. I'm of age now and I just
wanted to know if that changed anything, do you have feelings for me Derek?
Could you ever have feelings for me?”
“Ah Bindi,” he huffed. “I don't know what to say.”
She stood up straighter and looked him dead in the eye when she replied. “Say
that you don't want me. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me you never
once thought about me, romantically, sexually. Tell me that and I'll go and our
friendship will go back to how its always been.” The silence stretched on for
what felt like hours but was really only minutes and Bindi was starting to
think that maybe she'd wasted the trip when Derek spoke, his voice barely above
a whisper.
“I can't do that Bindi.”
She lets out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and speaks just as
quietly as he had. “What can't you do Derek?”
His expression falters and he runs his hand through his hair tugging at the
ends in frustration. His eyebrows are drawn together and though he's looking at
her his eyes are unfocused like he's not really seeing her and then the words
are tumbling out of his mouth so fast she almost can't keep up with them.
“I can't tell you that I don't have feelings for you, that I haven't had
feelings for you since almost the second I met you it seems.” He runs his
fingers through his hair again but this time he doesn't let go he just keeps
tugging it until it looks like he might yank it out by the roots and he's
pacing now, five agitated steps in one direction then five steps back. “But
it's wrong Bindi, I'm not supposed to have these feelings for you, not then and
not now. I should have never wanted to kiss you every time we did our Viennese
Waltz, shouldn't have wanted to actually sink my teeth into your neck when we
did our Argentine Tango just because I wondered if you tasted as good as you
smelled.” He stops his pacing in front of her, he's staring into her eyes,
searching her expression as he raises his hand to slide around the back of her
neck drawing her closer to him. His chest is firm beneath her breasts as he
presses into her not an inch of space separating them. His thumb ghosts over
the pulse point in her neck and she swallows audibly as electricity shoots up
her spine at the touch. “I shouldn't want you now.” He whispers against her
lips and then he's kissing her and her eyes are fluttering closed and suddenly
all coherent thought flees.
His lips are just as soft as she remembers warm and smooth as they glide across
her own and when his tongue teases along the seam of her lips she opens for him
granting him access. He dips his tongue into her mouth tracing over her teeth,
the silky skin of her cheeks before skimming along her tongue seductively. The
taste of mint, crisp and invigorating floods her mouth lighting up her taste
buds and she moans in the back of her throat. The sound must snap Derek out of
whatever trance he was in because he pulls back brushing her hair away from her
face before laying his forehead against hers.
“What are we gonna do Bindi?” he pants, his breathing erratic from their kiss.
She pulls back enough to take in his whole face before answering his question.
“Just stop thinking Derek, stop thinking and feel.” His chest is warm and she
can feel the accelerated rhythm of his heart under the palm of her hand so she
rubs soothing circles into his chest hoping to calm him. A shudder racks his
body and then he's moving away to sit on the little couch spreading his arms
wide in invitation.
“Whatever you want Bindi, we'll do whatever you want. I don't want to fight my
feelings anymore but I also don't want to push you to do anything you don't
want to do. Only what you want Bindi.”
She doesn't think she's ever heard anything better than that and the sheer
number of possibilities running through her head has her dizzy. She puts her
hand to her head in an effort to slow her racing thoughts and she can't prevent
the large goofy smile that's spreading across her face. Oh gosh, there's so
much she wants to try with him, to do to him, to have him do to her, all the
things she'd read about and imagined. With seemingly no restrictions she almost
can't decide what to do but she knows she wants to see all of him and so she
starts there.
“Take your clothes off, your shirt first and then your pants. I want to see
you.” Her voice has gone so husky she almost doesn't even recognize it and she
sees his whole body shiver in response to the apparent difference. He did as
she asked, leaning forward to remove his shirt then bending to remove his shoes
and socks, his pants quickly follow until he's sitting there in nothing but
boxer briefs reminiscent of their last encounter. “Take all of it off Derek.”
She says gesturing to the offending garment. His hands pause for a moment at
the waistband of his shorts then decision made he lifts his butt off the sofa
and kicks them to the side before once again settling onto the couch, arms
resting at his sides, legs slightly spread.
Seeing Derek nude for the first time is like a feast for her eyes, he's
absolutely stunning. His blonde hair is messy from his earlier treatment of it,
his pupils enlarged with anticipation, face flushed. She moves to him
straddling his thighs and putting both of her hands palms flat against his
chest. His skin is smooth like he'd recently had it waxed and his pecs are like
warm stone under her hands as she slides her hands over them. His nipples are
already hard from having been exposed to the chill of the room and when she
brushes over them with her fingers he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose
and so she did it again just to see his reaction. She continues her exploratory
descent over his abs and lower still following the faintest line of hair from
his belly button to the neatly trimmed pubic hair around his cock. Bindi combs
her fingers through the coarse hair there and he sucks in a deep breath that
makes his stomach go concave and his pelvic muscles jump under her fingers and
when she finally wraps her fingers around the base Derek lets out a hiss
between his teeth thrusting up into her grip. He's hard under her palm but the
skin is so soft he's like iron covered velvet when she strokes him.
“I've never touched a cock before.” Her voice is breathy. “How does it feel?
Tell me what to do.”
“Tighter, grip it tighter and faster.” he instructs voice strained.
Bindi does as he asks stroking him faster and harder and his eyes fall closed
in bliss. “Fuck, just like that Bindi.”
She keeps her pace steady, enjoying the myriad of expressions crossing his face
and the play of muscles beneath his skin. Sweat had begun to bead his brow and
upper lip and when he opened his eyes again they shone up at her like twin
points of blue flame. When she gently grasps his balls and rubs over them with
her thumb his hips jerk under her thighs jostling her in his lap. His hand
shoots out and his fingers band around her wrist halting her actions.
“If you don't stop I'm gonna come,” he sucks in a deep breath gathering what's
left of his composure before continuing. “and I don't wanna come yet. I wanna
touch you Bindi, will you let me, touch you?”
She remembers what it's like to have Derek's hands on her from when they were
dancing, his firm hold on her waist, the slide of his slightly callused hands
over her bare arms and she shivers in anticipation of those hands exploring her
much more secret places. “Oh yes, please touch me Derek.”
She can feel the heat of his hands through the denim of her jeans as they make
their way from her thighs to the hem of her t-shirt where he rubs tiny circles
into her skin. “You'll tell me if I do anything you don't like or that makes
you uncomfortable and we'll stop. You're in complete control here Bindi.” He
rucks her shirt up exposing her stomach and she takes the hint pulling it up
the rest of the way and letting it fall from her hands to swish silently to the
floor. Without giving herself time to over think it she reaches behind herself
unhooks her bra and lets it join her shirt on the carpet. Her breasts are
large, heavy, with the nipples pointed slightly downwards and normally she's
kinda self conscious about the way her boobs sag but sitting here with Derek
naked and needy under her, staring up at her with arousal shining in his
turquoise eyes she feels empowered. He's covered in a light sheen of sweat and
she can see his pulse still pounding in his neck, his cock still painfully hard
between her thighs. She did that, she made Derek feel that way and now he
wanted to touch her and Bindi's stomach flutters in nervous excitement.
She gives him a bright smile easing off of his lap to toe off her own shoes and
socks and remove the rest of her clothes until she's naked as the day she was
born. His eyes rove her body taking in her full form from her breasts over her
stomach to her full hips and thighs and finally that secret place between them.
She watches his Adam's apple bob as he gulps. “Come here.” His voice is rough
and gravelly when he extends his hand to her. Her hand in his he pulls her down
next to him on the sofa, guides her back until she's laying horizontally and
he's hovering above her propped up on his hands the muscles of his forearms
sharply defined.
“Tell me if I do something you don't like.” he whispers again into her hair
nosing his way from her hairline to her jawline until his lips at last find
hers again the touch so light it's barely a tickle and she whines in the back
of her throat desperate for more. He responds by pressing his lips firmer to
hers licking along her plump lower lip, teasing at the seam seeking entrance
which she happily grants. He deepens the kiss by measures tracing over the
ridges of her teeth, trailing his tongue along hers coaxing it into action and
she tangles their tongues together in an altogether different type of dance.
When they break apart they're both breathless and Derek peppers kisses down her
neck and over her collar bone while taking deep breaths through his nose to
steady his breathing. His tongue licks a wet trail down the slope of her right
breast to circle around one peaked nipple and when his mouth finally closes
around it Bindi lets out a hiss of pleasure her hand coming up to cradle the
back of Derek's head and hold him closer. Every tug of his mouth has lines of
arousal spreading throughout her abdomen and when he rakes his teeth over her
sensitized nipple those lines get pulled taunt and her back arches off the
upholstery of the couch. He moves to her left breast showing it the same
attention as the first until she's bucking her hips up into his seeking
something... she's not sure what.
His hand tight on her hip stilling her movements. “What do you need baby?” His
breath is warm on her nipple and it gets impossibly harder from the
stimulation.
“Ugh, touch me!” her voice is tight with frustration.
“I am touching you.” He catches her nipple with his teeth to demonstrate his
point.
“No not there,” She guides the hand on her hip to her hairless mound and pushes
down putting pressure on her clit and her legs spread wantonly in invitation.
“here.”
“Okay baby.”
He's kissing his way down her body again, a leisurely pattern over her stomach,
a sprinkling from one hip bone to the other making Bindi's pelvic muscles jump.
He settles himself more comfortably between her thighs and uses his thumbs to
spread open her lips exposing her most delicate flesh and her inner muscles
clench in excitement under his gaze. He flicks his tongue over her clit and at
first it's almost too much, too much sensation that has her insides tightening
almost painfully before they unwind and then it's nothing but warm tendrils of
pleasure spiraling from her clit and throughout her body. She's wet from his
mouth and wet from her own juices which Derek laps up greedily from her
opening. He licks her steadily focusing his attention on her extremely
sensitive clit with tight flicks and circles around it breaking it up with long
languorous licks to her dripping opening and back again. When he slips the tip
of a single finger into her she lets out a ragged moan.
“Oh my God Derek!” her hand flies into his hair keeping his head pressed firmly
against her as she grinds against his face in time with the thrusts of his
finger inside her. The pleasure is pooling in her gut, just on the cusp of
overflowing and then he curls his finger up hitting a spot inside of her that
she's never touched before and suddenly the pleasure is flooding her like a
warm wash of intense golden light filling her up from the inside out. She's
chanting his name over and over, Derek oh, Derek Derek Derek, like a prayer and
he just licks her through it drinking up the juices spilling out of her until
she's a twitching mass of nerve endings beneath him. With one last lick he
starts kissing his way back up her body to lay a tender kiss on her flushed
cheek.
“How was that?” he asks huskily, nibbling along her jaw.
Amazing, wonderful, positively transcendent even but she's having trouble
articulating this her mind is still blurred around the edges and everything
feels a little like it's happening in slow motion and she only musters a
contented sigh in reply. Derek is pressed to her from chest to pelvis, a warm
weight atop her and she can feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh like
molten iron and her subsequent confusion is enough to start to penetrate her
post orgasmic haze. Derek was still hard and that meant he hadn't come yet and
that wasn't right. She wanted him to feel as good as she felt, that time
stopping heart pounding moment of pleasure so intense it almost left you
feeling like you were a different person afterward.
“Derek…want you to make love to me.”
He stops sucking on her earlobe and looks at her. “We don't have to do that
Bindi. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
Her brows pull together in a frown and her feelings of afterglow quickly fade
as they are replaced by anxiety. “But you're still hard and I want you to make
love to me. You said only what I wanted and that's what I want, you said.”
They'd come so far and she'd thought he was finally accepting her as an adult,
as a woman capable of making her own choices. Bindi didn't know what else she
could do to make him see and the thought that maybe she'd never have Derek as
fully as she wanted came to the forefront of her mind. “Please Derek.” she
pleads.
“Alright baby, alright. You tell me if it hurts too much or if you want to
stop. Only what you want, okay.”
She nods furiously, heart rate accelerating in expectation. He gets to his
knees between her thighs
hooking her legs loosely around his hips. Derek takes his cock in hand tugging
at it a few times before rubbing it over her slippery slit, tapping the head
against her clit a few times making her squirm before placing it at her opening
gazing into her face as he slides into her by increments. She's taken about
half of his dick when he meets the barrier of her hymen and he stops to ask if
she's ready.
“Do it.”
He grabs her by the hips giving one forceful thrust and he's broken through her
hymen, fully seated inside her his balls resting against her ass. She expected
it to hurt more but there's only the slightest twinge of pain inside her before
it's washed away by a feeling of complete satisfaction.
“You're so tight Bindi fuck.”
She can see his thigh muscles straining with the need to move but he just
clenches his teeth to tamp down the desire waiting until she's adjusted to him
inside her before giving an experimental thrust and when he does she's sure she
sees stars.
“Oh my God do that again.”
So he does, thrusting into her slowly at first but then picking up the pace
until he finds a steady beating rhythm, she's stretched tight around him and
she's so wet that her pussy is squelching obscenely with every thrust. He jerks
her hips up changing the angle and he hits that spot inside her that he had
earlier and Bindi lets out a shout of delight. He hits that spot over and over
and that blissful feeling is overtaking her until she's nothing but pleasure
from where his body is joined to hers to the very tips of her fingers and toes,
her very atoms sparking with it but better than that is watching Derek. His
body is covered in sweat from his exertions, dripping over straining muscles,
veins standing out against his skin as his blood rushes through his body. His
eyes are closed head thrown back as he continues to pound into her and he's so
beautiful like this she thinks she could watch him like this forever, wishes it
could last forever.
“Oh fuck Bindi, you're so fuckin tight, so fuckin wet. Wanted you for so
long...was afraid of it but you're so fuckin good Bindi, couldn't say no,
couldn't stop these feelings.” The words tumble out of him like now that he's
started saying them there's no hope of stopping the rest from escaping. “Kept
imaging this, all the time, you spread out for me, taking my cock like a pro,
moaning my name. Say my name Bindi.” He brushes over her swollen still over
sensitive clit with his thumb and she'd be moaning his name even if he hadn't
asked her to.
“Oh Derek!”
“Yes, Bindi yes. So fuckin perfect for me, so beautiful Bindi.” His tempo
falters and his grip on her hips tightens to almost bruising force as he works
her over his dick to make up for his lost rhythm. “Shit, Bindi I'm gonna come
baby.”
The idea thrills her and she clenches her inner muscles around him to spur him
on. “Yes, please, please come for me!”
He hunches over pounding into her harder than ever before making her breasts
bounce with each powerful thrust, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh and their
heavy panting breaths the only thing breaking the silence. He pulls out of her
strokes his cock once and then he's coming over her stomach in thick ropes of
milky semen. The expression on his face is one of ecstasy, head thrown back,
primitive growls ripping there way out of his throat and that coupled with the
warm sensation of his come coating her skin pushes her over the edge and she's
coming again, less earth shattering this time and more of a gentle brushing of
familiar sensation. He collapses on top of her barely catching himself on one
hand so he doesn't completely crush her then wedging himself between her and
the back of the sofa. She turns on her side to face him so they have more room
and he wraps his arms around her pulling her into his chest and Bindi tucks her
head under his chin. She can feel his heart hammering against her ear his chest
rising and falling quickly as he catches his breath.
“That was wonderful Derek. I'm so glad that I got to share this with you.” She
pulls back to look at him questioningly. “You enjoyed it too, didn't you
Derek?”
“It was amazing Bindi.” A small chuckle escapes him and he swipes his finger
through the now tacky come on her stomach bringing it into her line of sight.
“I think this is evidence of that.”
She grabs his hand and brings his finger to her lips sucking it into her mouth
and licking it clean. Derek groans and his cock twitches against her mound.
“You keep that up and we won't be leaving this dressing room until morning.”
She releases his finger with a wet pop and her lips curl into an almost
predatory smile. “I wouldn't mind that at all.”
And really neither would he.
End
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