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Thinking hard (OTA)

Having made herself to home in both the dreams of Derek and Adam had left Venus feeling both disjointed and thoughtful. Such horror and such darkness, inflicted by other people. Not by chance or fate, but by human beings. It makes her so angry.

Perhaps it is that this place collects very damaged people.

On one of her days off from the health club, before she takes Derek his lunch, she walks. No longer in high heels, but in comfortable walking shoes (cute little pink Keds that please Venus when she looks down at them), she walk. There's just that hint of the coming fall and winter in the air.

Venus trades in optimism. She has to. The world is too dark otherwise. She finds herself sitting on the merry-go-round and thinks of the profundity of hope. Of what it means. Of the power of it. Even if it isn't real, if it's imagined. The idea of hope. "Ask not what this place can do for you," she whispers to herself, letting the words get lost in the breeze, "but what we can do for this place." And the damaged, beautiful people in it.

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She most certainly is, not bothering to bite back her groan at how he touches her, how he tastes, how he feels in just that teasing touch. "What do you want, lover?" she asks, her voice a whisper, the words breathed over his lips. "What can I do for you to make you feel good, mm?"

She's not offering for any other reason but because she enjoys being with him in every way she has been so far. They seem to click sexually quite well and phew, is she glad about that.

"I just wanna be with you, baby. Don't care how." He says just as quietly as one hand lifts to cup the side of her face as he kisses her again. He kisses at her lips. It's hard for him to think outside of the box in regard to himself. He's always been pretty vanilla up until now. Venus has opened his mind to a lot of things. Derek has no idea how to ask for those things or if he should or if he can.

His hands grip her top at the hem and start to pull it up and off. "Why don't you tell me what I can do for you? What makes you feel good? What's your favorite thing? Tell me, pretty girl."

"I think you're my favorite thing, lover," Venus tells him, smiling as she lifts her arms, all the better to be bared to her bra. "Tell you what." She leans in, kissing a line up Derek's cheek to whisper in his ear. "I want you inside me, lover. So deep that it nearly feels overwhelming."

She seals those words with a kiss then leans back to look into his eyes. "How's that sound?"

Oh damn if her tits aren't beautiful. Derek can't help it. He likes those curves up here. He likes the way they look encased in satin and lace and whatever else she wears. His fingertips glide over the top 'V' of her bra, over skin, over lace.

Her words make all the blood rush downward and he feels his arousal harden and thicken. Every word she says feels very good, inside and out. "I think that's the best idea I've heard."

Hands slide down her sides, down the outside curve of her breasts, down her torso and to her hips where he grips and pulls so that he can grind against her. And what he feels there only heightens everything. "Gonna feel you inside, baby. Let's get these off."

The sound - the somewhat decadent groan - that Venus lets out is entirely sincere; the flushing of her cheeks will tell Derek that. There is no faking this, not here. He makes Venus feel so good and want so much that it's almost scary. It's almost too much.

Pulling at the fly and waistband of Derek's pants, Venus works then down so that she can get her hands around him. "Mmmm," she hums again. "You're so big."

Again, not empty platitudes. He will feel so good. Running her hands along his length, Venus leans in to kiss him, wet and deep, before she takes a few steps back to the bed to lie back and beckon him closer.

He loves that that groan is something he elicited from her. It makes his insides come alive even more than they already have. Derek does the same for Venus, pushing her pants down and his own slipping down his legs even as they move toward the bed together. Their lips play against each other, the kiss full and heated with desire from both sides.

Eventually he pauses as he watches her lay back onto the bed. He pulls her pants off the rest of the way, leaving her in bra and panties. He steps out of his own cotton pants and pushes his briefs down too, leaving him naked. Of course, seeing her cock always ignites something entirely new in him, something he doesn't understand and doesn't try to understand.

After opening the drawer of her bedside table to get some lubricant, he crawls onto the bed on top of her and leans down to kiss again at her lips. Lower, he buries his face in her cleavage, his tongue flicking out to tease there. Lower, he kisses just above the hemline of her panties. Then he's mostly off the bed again as his fingers curl in said panties to pull them down her legs.

Lifting up, Venus helps pull those panties down, feeling them skim down her legs.

Then they're both naked and Derek is so beautiful and warm. Venus tries to touch what she can, leaning up to get closer, even if a heel traces up his hip. Her stomach muscles even twitch under his attentions. Derek is a magician in a way: he makes Venus feel entirely and completely flawless.

Isn't that something? It's more than a little addictive and makes Venus sure that she's getting spoiled. Entirely spoiled.

He knows how hard it is to think about yourself in that way, but to him, she is flawless. She's given Derek something he hasn't had since arriving here. She's given him solace in his past and who he is now because of it. She hasn't judged him for who he used to be and what he used to be. She's forgiven him his transgressions against her, however forced upon them as they were.

She makes him feel good about himself. Although she also makes him question things about himself that he has never before. He likes giving her a little bit of control here and there, which he has never done before. He has never been with someone who has the same equipment down there as what he has. He liked how letting her spank him made him feel, both embarrassed and aroused, a mixture that had shocked him and pleased him.

His tongue slides up the inside of one of her thighs all the way up to suckle her sac into his mouth. This, in itself, in its newness, also gives him a wonderful thrill. The sound of the cap snapping on the lube can be heard. After it's had a moment to warm to his fingertips, he's spreading some around her tight hole and slowly pressing a finger inside as his mouth continues to tease at her balls.

Perhaps it is that their relationship works because Derek doesn't judge Venus either. He embraces her - physically and spiritually - in a way that has been so desperately rare before she met him.

Pulling in a breath, Venus lets it out in a hum, flexing and then relaxing into the opening. Gooseflesh runs up her thighs and her toes curl. Her fingers trail along Derek's smooth head and his neck and those lovely shoulders.

One finger, then two and she urges him up and over her as she smiles, arousal flushing her skin, a leg hooking around his hip again. "Come into me, lover," she murmurs. "You are going to feel so good."

He's learned how to glean what she wants from the slightest pressure of her touch. He's just about to add another finger when that touch tells him that she wants him now. No more foreplay, no more preparation, no more waiting. Derek hesitates only briefly because he doesn't want to hurt her. But he also isn't about to tell her no.

Derek shifts up to grip her hip with one hand and guide himself into her with the other. A slight push and the head of his cock is buried in that taut canal. This, too, is still something he's getting used to. Sex in this way, the same but different than what he's known. It's tighter. It feels amazing.

His other hand moves to rest on her thigh as he pushes deeper, deeper, each pull and push of his hips driving him in, slow and steady. He wants her to feel as good as she so often makes him feel.

Mouth open in a silent sigh, Venus exhales as she feels his girth inside her, pressing her open in a pleasant way; there is no pain here (and even if there were, well, that's not all bad either, really. "That's right," she breathes out the next time she has the air for it. Her cock is straining as her head falls back, gripping at his shoulders. "Oh, lover, yes."

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, this is part of what she's been missing. Lifting her head, she slips a hand up his neck and over the smooth back of his head. "Kiss me," she whispers. "God, you gorgeous man. Kiss me."

"Ah, you're so tight, baby." Derek can barely stand it, how tight she is around him, how those muscles pull at him to come in deeper. He rocks his hips again and again, pushing in and in and in, made easier by the slick of the lube. His fingertips grip hard at her hip, hard at her thigh, pulling her in with every thrust of his hips.

And damn if the sight of her breasts and her cock bobbing up and down with each buck of his hips isn't a beautiful thing. It's so damn sexy and only makes him harder, his pleasure building. "Venus, baby..."

"I know," she murmurs, feeling as if her whole body is suffused with light and pleasure. "You feel - god, lover - you feel .... "

She gets a hand around herself, not hard enough to bring her off, just yet, but just enough to ramp up the pleasure even more, causing her to clench him even tighter. Venus's breathing is becoming ragged and vocal, the closer she gets. She tightens her legs around him, heels digging into his ass. God, he feels so good.

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