Im Fucked...

Layla was in udder shock. His words was everything she was feeling and more. So adequately put she blazed with passion for him. Just as he placed the food on her dining room table. Layla got up and rushed him from behind hugging him in a tight embrace. She let out a giggle as she rubbed her face into his back. Derrick was amused by her actions, he smiled warmly and rubbed her hands. "Let eats shall we" Derrick said. "Yes shall we" Layla said in response. The table was set with her finest china, crystals and a floral centerpiece sat eloquently in the middle. Going for their glasses Layla let go of him and returned with haste. Derrick arranged the food on their plates and table then pulled out her chair. As she sat Layla placed the napkin across her lap staring at Derrick with amazement. Meeting her gaze Derrick sat not breaking the connection. Layla blushed then shy away from his gaze looking at her lap. Interlocking her fingers she began playing the twiddling game. Seeing this, Derrick said " Look at me..." she raised her head and once again got lost in his eyes. Reaching for her hand, mid way he end up caressing her neck. Layla began to looking away again, when his hand grib her neck gently while pulling her chair towards his inner thighs, forcing her to hold the gaze. Shock by his dominance he whispered "Don't look away from me again..." He was reading her soul greedly until, he pulled her neck in just enough for their lips to feel sensation as if they touched. Layla eyes where the only thing that moved as she looked up at him. Glaring at her through seductive eyes, he held her there, allowing her to familiarize herself with him. It was the most intimate experience between them. He wanted her to see him bare and learn him so she never look away. Finally, after several minutes Layla replied in a whisper "Yes I will never look away"...

Satisfied Derrick peck her lips holding his gaze and position. Touching the hand on her neck Layla straddled on his lap holding the connection, challenging him, Layla wrapped her arm around his neck, now looking down on him through sultry eyes. Derrick eyes widened with a hint of a smirk now looking up at her. He wrapped his free hand around her waist. He said in a proud tone "Seem we understand each other well"... Layla peck his nose and she said " Seem so"...

The night progressed beautifully as they shared like's and dislike's, stories of childhood, things they learnt about themselves and things that drove their ambitions. They decided to leave what they enjoyed for discovery for the full dating experience. Curled up with her knees pressed to her chest, she placed her face on them. Looking at the fine specimen in front of her. Who would have thought. Layla laughed so hard when talking with him. He was funny and he was contagious. At work he was someone different cold, dry, dangerous. She understand why this was but, it still amazed her. Derrick stroke her head admiring her dimples and pearly whites as she smiled. "Sweetness I had to go, I have a plane to catch". Layla face become cold immediately. "NO..." she whined with one word. Derrick smirk at her special talent. "Aren't you a cutie, with a pouting face"... Derrick teased. Layla did not find anything funny when she asked "when will you be back?" ofcourse she didnt want to part after just literally having this milestone. "I will be back Sunday" He said seriously awaiting Layla reply. She said nothing, just processed the information she received. Derrick put his hands in his pockets standing firm and said "Would you be willing to join me?" Layla eyes brigthen, she wanted to ask from the jump but was scare of his reaction. Derrick already sensed this so, he had no problem shouldering the burden she was feeling. "Seriously?"... Layla questioned, to make sure he wasn't toying with her as he seem to like doing. "Your desires I will always take seriously". Derrick said even more seriously than he ever sound before. Layla asked showing her full set of teeth "Would I need a passport?". Derrick chuckled as he said " Yes, pack light and bring a swimsuit its hot were we're going." Layla squealed in excitement, ran to him jump up and peck is lips, "Let yourself out I be up in 10 minutes", she squeaked running to her room. Derrick had a cold look but his heart had melted he sighed, before shaking and rubbing his head. Exiting her place, he said "Im Fucked".