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“I want to taste you,” he comments, removing his fingers and popping them into his mouth as he looks into my eyes, and I might as well be putty slipping down the shower wall.
Derek kneels and hooks one of my legs around his shoulder, pressing his face against me, his nose bumping against my clit, tongue delving into my entrance.
I let out a long moan and brace one hand on his shoulder, hoping that my legs won’t fold when I get closer to my peak.
Derek takes his time, this time, lapping at me slowly, exploring every inch of my lower lips before latching onto my clit and using the same fingers he had before to pump in and out of me.
I groan, getting closer to my orgasm, and I don’t know how I’m going to remain standing but somehow I do, my thighs trembling, my breath coming short.
Derek stands up and swiftly turns me around, one hand on my hip the other on my shoulder, until I’m facing the shower wall with my hands braced against it.
He spreads my thighs roughly with one of his before sliding into me, angling up so that I moan out his name and stand up on my tiptoes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his voice low and hoarse from sleep.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper, not believing that I’m about to be vaulted into another orgasm. All these years not having any and Derek is giving me multiple orgasms each session. I’ve hit the jackpot with my first lover.
Derek groans and bites down on my shoulder when I tighten around him, coming hard and throwing my head back, and it’s only a few more thrusts before I can feel him spilling inside me.
“Now that we’ve gotten good and dirty, I should clean you up,” he comments, and I giggle giddily, handing him the shampoo bottle.
He puts some in his hands to lather and runs his fingers through my hair, rubbing the shampoo into my roots and down to the ends of my hair. It feels almost like a scalp massage and between that and the orgasms and the hot water, it’s heaven.
I hum happily as Derek washes and then conditions my hair before focusing on himself, lathering up a loofah and scrubbing his toned body before washing his own hair.
I kiss along his jawline, my tongue darting out to taste the stubble of a growing beard, and Derek laughs.
“That tickles,” he scolds, but he’s not upset. His eyes are sparkling as he smiles at me.
How can this weekend get any better than this?
21
DEREK
Iknow that I’m definitely skirting the line of getting in too deep with Kenna. I know that this whole weekend is getting me closer and closer to her, closer to falling for her.
But I just can’t seem to help myself. She’s so bright and beautiful. I’m realizing that the more time I spend with her, the more I find to like about her. She’s funny and smart, too, and she’s been so good for my family that I feel in some ways she deserves this.
I feel bad for feeling that way, because I know that Kenna wants more.
Can I give her more?
I don’t know. I don’t know if that part of my heart will ever be open again, but if it could be open for anyone, it would be Kenna.
She still makes me feel like a dirty old man over the weekend, particularly since she calls Aerosmith “classic rock,” but overall, she’s mature and well-read.
We talk aloton Saturday.
“Do you have brothers and sisters?” she asks, swinging her legs on the side of the pool.
I look up at her over my reading glasses. I’d been reading the marketing news, but Kenna in a bikini is far more interesting.
“Only child,” I answer.
Kenna nods. “I thought so.”
I chuckle. “What does that mean?”
