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time we make it back to Jeremy’s, the sky is darkening. Inside the apartment is a note from Jeremy saying he’ll be back late. Derek takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, the incessant honking and revving of motors serenading us from outside, and removes my jacket as he kisses me softly.
    I want him so badly, it’s like a force of nature. As the passion of our kiss builds, I pull at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as his hands rove over my body. I groan in the back of my throat when he bites the side of my neck softly, and then we’ve managed to free each other of our clothes and I’m pushing him backwards, our lips still locked together.
    I can feel that he’s fully aroused when his back presses against the bed sheet. He looks up at me in the faint light sifting through the curtains and begins to say something, but I put my finger on his lips and he goes silent. He reaches for the box of condoms on the bedside table and removes one, the wrapper crinkling. He rolls it on and begins to shift, but I stop him, holding his gaze as I push myself on top of him and slowly straddle him. He arches his head up to meet my lips and then he’s inside me. It feels incredible, and I let out a soft moan. I rock back and forth, and the sensation’s so intense I never want it to stop.
    I have no idea what I’m doing, but nature takes its course, and I move in a building rhythm as a tightness mounts inside me, a quivering that begins as a liquid ache and is soon a fire raging out of control. I grind against him, wanting more of him, my lips now locked on his again, our tongues sliding together, our desire an animal thing with a mind of its own.
    I shudder again and again as I climax, a light sheen of sweat on my breasts and back as Derek’s hands rove across my slick skin. I kiss him greedily, wanting to consume him in every way, but he’s not finished yet and is still thrusting into me. I pull my head away from him, and his eyes open.
    “Are you okay?” he asks, unsure of what I’m doing. I shush him with my finger as we continue to move together, and then swing one knee around. I move the other leg until I’m facing away from him, Derek still impaling me, but in an even more intense way. I can move faster now, the tightness in me increasing at the unbearable delight of the new position as I completely control the rhythm and angle, my juices soaking us both. The molten core inside me is building to fever pitch, demanding more of him, again and again, and then I’m spasming with each thrust, completely out of control. I cry out as he tenses, and he climaxes with me as I hold him as deep inside me as I can, connected in the most essential way I can imagine.
    I fall forward, panting, drained. He pulls me toward him and we drift off, my head on his chest. There’s nowhere else on the planet that I’d rather be than in his arms, the sweet salty taste of him still on my lips as my eyes flutter closed.
     

Chapter 4
    We wake up around midnight and make love again, this time more relaxed, savoring each moment. After we shower, I go into the tiny kitchen and root around for something to eat, and grab a box of Saltines and some peanut butter. We sit on the floor and munch our vagabond feast and then climb back into bed, exhausted, morning rushing toward us at supersonic speed.
    We rise late and I’m freaking – my flight leaves at noon, and with security checkpoints and all the other airport BS I’m afraid I’ll miss it. I rush a shower with Derek, marveling again at his incredible body, and then I’m hopping on one leg as I pull on my jeans, an eye on the clock, which is saying I’m out of time.
    Derek wants to ride with me in the cab to JFK, and helps me gather my few possessions and pack them into my backpack, which I make a mental note to swap for something newer as I frown at the bursting seams and fraying zipper. Jeremy’s on the sofa when we come out of my bedroom, and he smiles sadly at us from his position in