Three for three, Lydia thought in a daze as Derek laved at her, bringing her close to climax only to pull back and change things up to throw her off, leaving her whimpering and trembling beneath him, legs shaking on either side of his head with anticipation.
Lydia threw the blanket off, figuring sooner than later, it was going to get too hot and stuffy beneath it for Derek to breathe and she would be damned if she was going to have him stop until he was ready; freezing cold loft or no.
One of her hands was still in his hair and the other moved up first to her own breast and then into her own hair before finally taking a fistful of sheets as her hips rocked up needily against his mouth. Every time she got close, his name tumbled repeatedly off her lips and every time he backed off, her hips bucked and her vocalizations were low and frustrated.
When he finally let her come instead of backing off at the last second, her fist tightened in his hair and her back arched up off the bed. She came with his name on her lips and her knees having been hooked over his shoulders and when it felt too sensitive to let him keep guiding her through aftershocks, Lydia pushed his head back with another whimper to let him know. "Jesus Christ,..." she gasped, panting and gulping at air to catch her breath. "Oh my God, Derek, seriously?" Like she was offended that she somehow had managed to miss out until this very night when things had accidentally gotten out of hand.