_{( she knows it isn't fair of her to ask such a thing from him; lydia martin was renowned far and wide for the art of getting what she wanted. she’d know just the words to coo up to him, just how she needed to breathe them in order to send him over that edge –– but she couldn’t do that. the last thing she wanted was for something to happen, for her impatience and clouded desire to end up putting her or derek in a position of pain. they’d made it this far, surely they could wait out a few more weeks at most, couldn’t they? but he’s peeling off the rest of her layers, tugging down his own, and she can’t hide the soft gasp that parts her lips as his warm cock hits gently to her skin.} 

_{he’s so hard, so ready and it’s all for her. fingertips find their way to the shaft, wrapping around the width of him and giving a light squeeze to signify her need. her thumb swipes over the tip, already finding precum drizzling there, and once more her lids betray her and slip shut while he decorates her collars with kisses. she’s trying, she really is, to find some semblance of control, to keep from begging for him to the extent she wants him. a flustered breath breaks her composure. )} 

i’ll let you know if it gets too much…

_{( it’s all she can think to offer, the only solution she knows that would allow them to explore without worry tainting their experience of one another. )}

i promise, derek. i need you.