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He’sgorgeous, even more so than I had expected.
When his hands drop to the waistband of his sweats, my eyes drop lower, and I can see the thick, hard line of him through his sweats. I have a panicked moment where I wonder how I’m going to fit something that big inside me, but when he pushes down his sweats and releases himself, my mouth goes dry.
He’s big, I can tell that even from my lack of experience, and I’m a little afraid at first but he doesn’t ram into me or anything like that. He takes himself in hand, biting his lip, and looks down at me.
“You’re so tight,” he marvels, sliding just one finger inside of me and then two, when I start to loosen up.
“It’s, ah, been forever for me, too,” I gasp out, hardly able to make words. I don’t want to lie to him, but I also don’t want him to stop because it’s my first time and he might not be okay with that.
Derek hums in the back of his throat and then guides himself into me, achingly slowly. I tense up, expecting it to hurt, but it doesn’t. It’s a little uncomfortable as he pushes the head of his cock into me, but then he waits, panting, looking down at my face.
“You okay?” he asks in a low murmur, and I nod my head so eagerly it makes me a little dizzy. He gives me this charming half smile that makes my heart stutter and then slowly slides into me, inch by inch.
I’m gasping in breaths and wondering how women have the breath to scream during times like this. It’s all I can do to gasp in oxygen with the way my body feels, hot to the touch, sensitive everywhere, and when Derek cups my breasts through my tank top, my nipples peak under his touch, as if wanting more.
I want more. I want him to move but I also am afraid that it will hurt and I’m thinking too much but then...
Derek leans down to kiss me, deep and slow, searching my mouth with his tongue, and I stop thinking so much, let my body take over. I roll my hips up to meet him when he starts to move, and he drags along some spot inside of me that makes black spots appear across my field of vision. That building in my lower abdomen is climbing, climbing like I’m on a rollercoaster.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Derek mutters, groaning low in his chest and I reach up to dig my nails into his shoulders, closing my mouth and making muffled sounds of pleasure as he continues to thrust in and out of me in long, slow strokes.
When I finally reach the peak of my orgasm, myfirstorgasm, I drag my nails down his back and I’m sure I’ve left marks, but Derek just moans, dropping down to cup my face in his hands, still moving his hips and kissing me over and over until I feel dizzy all over again from lack of oxygen.
After a half dozen more strokes he stills and groans and I can feel him spilling inside me and I want to laugh, suddenly, feeling giddy and wonderful, like I’ve had half a bottle of champagne. Is this what sex is always like? God, how do people not do it on the street corners, if so?
I can’t imagine feeling any better than I do right now. My friends in high school and college had talked about it, of course, but they’d never said it could be likethis.
Derek shudders against me and kisses me again, sloppy and open mouthed, and I could just kiss him forever but there’s goosebumps popping up along my skin.
“You’re cold,” he murmurs, and slowly pulls out of me.
I can’t help letting out a little whine and he smiles again, that half-smile that I’ve only seen a few times from him. He takes a blanket from the top of the couch and puts it over me, adjusting himself back into his sweats. I hate how cold I feel when he stands up, grabbing for my shorts and panties and I don’t want this to be over yet. I watch him with a pout.
Suddenly, his features start changing. His smile fades and his eyes widen slightly. “Shit,” he says, pressing a hand to his forehead as if he has a headache. “Shit. I shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters, mostly to himself, and I sit up, frowning.
“Derek,” I start, but then a set of tiny footsteps plods down the large staircase. A sleepy eyed Eli, with his sandy hair all mussed, says, “I had a nightmare,” hiccupping out a sob, and Derek hums in the back of his throat and picks him up.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he tells him comfortingly. “I’ve got you.”
Then he leaves me there, still half-naked under the blanket, and takes Eli back upstairs.
My heart is about to beat out of my chest from what just happened and almost getting caught by Eli, and I can’t think straight.
What did he mean? He shouldn’t have done what?
Me?
God, I hope not. Because I want him to do that again, and as soon as possible. I know that he’s my boss. I know that he’s a lot older than me and that my aunt broke his heart and ruined his life.
But...what if we’re meant to be together? What if it’s just like in all the books and the movies? I’ve always been a romantic at heart, and deep down, I've always dreamed of having a husband and a family.
I’m getting ahead of myself. I just need to talk to him, let him know that everything is okay, but when I get dressed and walk up the stairs, Eli’s door is closed.
I knock lightly, but when I get no answer, I push open the door just slightly. Derek’s spread out on Eli’s twin bed with the little boy lying on his bare chest, and it’s a sight that makes my heart ache.
There will be time to talk about this in the morning.
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