“Goddamn it, angel. Don’t say that. I’ll cum in two seconds if you talk dirty to me.”
She clenches around me like she’s trying to make me cum, and I groan. I can’t hold off much longer, and I want to make this good for her.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit with my thumb and continue to thrust in and out of her. With my free hand, I take one of hers and entwine our fingers together.
“Derek, I’m close. I want to feel you cum, too.”
“Fuck,” I grit out into the pillow. I love hearing her dirty mouth for me, that I’m making her say these words. “Keep talking.”
“Right there! Oh, God. You feel so good inside me. More.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” I start to cum, but I try to hold it back, and then I feel her tongue on my neck.
Her pussy clenches around me, and then she’s shouting my name, her orgasm taking over. I finally let go, cumming inside her and giving us both what our bodies were begging for. Release.
I hold myself up so I don’t crush her as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my cock and into her warm, waiting pussy. The pulses of her climax pull my cum from me. The thought has me cumming even more, wanting to give her what she wants.
When I finally come back from the edge, I feel her soft lips placing feather-light kisses on my neck and shoulder. I lean up and look down into her beautiful blue eyes, feeling more connected to her than I have to anything in my life. I rub my thumb across her cheek and lean down, kissing her gently.
I thrust slowly, moving in and out of her again, and after a moment she lets out a giggle.
“Again?” she asks with a look of surprise on her face.
“Fia, my angel, once was never going to be enough.”
13
Fia
“You sore, angel?” Derek asks, placing kisses all over my face and slowly waking me up. He doesn’t wait for an answer, taking my mouth in a deep kiss and leaving me breathless. I finally open my eyes fully and see the morning sun coating the room. This is the second night in a row I’ve woken up in this bed, and I want to do it for the rest of my life, with him in it here with me like this morning.
“Probably not where you think,” I admit, smiling up at him. I’m a little tender between my legs, but not enough to turn down another round, if that’s what he’s looking for. I could stay wrapped up in this bed with him forever with the way he’s been treating me and the things he’s been saying. I think he wants that, too. In fact, I think he wants everything.
His eyebrows rise, concern crossing his handsome face. I can’t stop myself from reaching up and running my fingers along the stumble on his face.
“My mouth.”
His eyes drop to my lips, and a full-blown smile spreads across his face. This one makes his eyes light up.
“Your mouth does look like it’s been ravished. Sorry angel.” He doesn’t look sorry at all. “I can’t seem to help myself.” To prove his point, he kisses me again. He’s been doing it all night. I’d woken in the middle of the night a few times to him just kissing me, then falling back asleep.
“Glad someone is perky and rested today,” I tease. I could definitely snuggle back into the bed for a few more hours. His face changes at my words. His eyes go even softer.
“No nightmares.” He says it like he can’t even believe it. “Not one since my angel came into my life. I haven’t slept like this for as long as I can remember.”
“I didn’t know you had nightmares.” It’s then I realize I don’t know a lot about him, but why does it feel like I can’t remember a time without him? How is that possible? It’s crazy and intense, and I love it. I love him.
“Lost a few men a while back, and I’ve been living in the misery of it.” He leans in, placing another kiss on my lips. “Then an angel walked into my life and woke me up. You saved me.”
“Pretty sure you saved me.” The idea of saving him warms me all over. He makes me feel like I do so much, just by being near him, but I get it, because I feel like that too. Just knowing he’s near me makes me feel safe. Complete. Fills something I didn’t know I was missing.
“If you let me, I’ll save you for the rest of our lives.”
“You love me.” I remember the words he said to me last night.
“I do. How can I not? Never knew something like you could exist. You were made for me to love.” He says it so easily, like he’s been saying it his whole life. My mother loved me, but it wasn’t something that was said very much. I knew it was there, but we didn’t say it enough.
“I love you, too.” I give him the words I’ve never said to another man before, not wanting to live a life without them. I want them to come as easily as they do for him.
“Say it again.” His voice is gravelly now, and filled with so much emotion.
“I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone but my mom,” I admit, wanting him to know how much it means to me to say it to someone.
“I’ve never said it to someone I wasn’t related to.”
“This is crazy,” I tell him, but there’s no power behind it, because I don’t care if it’s crazy. I knew I loved him last night when I told him to cum inside of me. I wanted all of him, wanted every last drop to bind us together.
“It’s perfect.” He leans in, nuzzling my neck. “You still sleepy, angel?”
I nod against him as he trails kisses down my neck, down to the center of my chest, his ticklish facial hair making me giggle.