Page 75 of Prudence
“It was always you,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “I never forgot you. You were always in here.” He took my hand and placed it over his heart. “I love you so much, Milly.”
My head spun at his confession, butterflies invading every inch of my body, but then Derek was kissing me again, and I felt like I might burst from the heat of him, the desire he stirredin me. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, and as he groaned while pressing his hard, thick length against my inner thigh, I suspected he wanted me just as badly.
“Derek,” I begged breathily as he broke the kiss again to move down my body. My pulse thrummed as he shoved my dress up, his eyes darkening at the sight of my lacy underwear. A guttural noise escaped him, and before I knew it, his head was between my legs as he slid the lace to the side and dipped his tongue into me. A shudder went through me, and Derek made a satisfied groan like he’d never tasted anything sweeter. My head fell back against the pillows as he tongued my slit. Then my heart raced when his strong hands encouraged me to lift my hips so he could pull my underwear off. He spread me wide, and I was certain I looked a hot mess as he speared me with a molten stare then went back to work, this time adding his fingers as he slid them inside me while his tongue laved at my clit.
“Oh!” I cried, my nipples tight, an orgasm building as I fisted the sheets.
Derek reached up, pushing the strap of my dress over my shoulder and tugging it down to free my breast. He caressed me then flicked my nipple with his thumb, over and over, matching the flicks of his tongue on my clit. I was going to come so fast it wasn’t even funny, but then his tongue slowed down to a lazy tempo, his fingers slowing too, and I let out a cry of frustration. His deep chuckle almost ruined me. It vibrated through me and very nearly triggered an orgasm by itself.
“Not yet, Camille,” Derek tutted, his eyes at half-mast as they slowly surveyed me. “I want you to come on my cock the first time.” Bloody hell, who was this man? I always imagined sex with Derek would be intense, but I never predicted how natural it would feel to let him take the lead, let him decide when and how I came.
He rose up, standing from the bed and leaving me there in a state of messy arousal, half undressed. He undid his jeans, his gaze swallowing me whole as he shoved them down his legs and kicked them off before pulling his shirt over his head. I allowed myself to take him in, hyperventilating as my gaze travelled over his hard abs and the trail of dark hair that faded under his boxer briefs. My mouth watered. Derek picked his jeans back up, pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. He threw it down on the comforter and shot me a sinful smirk as he rejoined me on the bed.
“You’re so …” I trailed off and he arched a curious eyebrow.
“So …?” he encouraged, and I knew I was flushing because all the heat in my body seemed to have gathered in my face.
“Sexy,” I finished bravely. “And handsome.”
His smirk transformed into a radiant smile as his hand went to my neck, tilting my head so he could kiss me at the precise angle he wanted. “You’re sexy, too, but I think I may have told you that before.” With practiced hands, Derek made short work of relieving me of my dress and bra, talking all the while. “You’re also beautiful and clever and kind and very, very fucking seductive, but you barely even know it. I can hardly think straight when you’re in the room.”
Reaching up, he unravelled the scrunchy that was holding back my hair, releasing the heavy tresses. Kneeling before me, his mouth fell open a little as he took me in. He ran his hand down his face, like he was so turned on it was stressing him out, and that made me smile.
“What are you grinning about?” he asked, staring at my breasts as though committing them to memory.
“You just look like you’ve wanted to see me naked for a really long time, and now you can’t believe it’s actually happening,” I said, my voice flirty. His deep, rumbling chuckle had me pressing my thighs together in want.
“Do you know what? I can’t even argue with you because you’re exactly right,” he replied hotly. “It would’ve made you blush if you’d known how much I thought about you like this when we were younger.”
My brain didn’t even have the chance to compute his confession because a second later he was on me, his mouth and hands seemingly everywhere as he dragged his tongue from one nipple to the other while his fingers found my clit, softly exploring. I reached for him, tugging down his boxer briefs so I could see all of him. I’d touched him in the darkness of his car, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to really see him. Derek’s body was exactly as I imagined it, sculpted from years of hard exercise but also broader in the arms and waist than he’d been before. I ran my hands over his muscled backside while he was distracted with my chest, moaning when his mouth closed over my nipple, his teeth grazing.
“Derek,” I said, almost begging as I stared at his beautiful cock peeking out from the boxers I’d hastily shoved down. “I can’t wait any longer.”
A haze of desire came over him. He had the condom out of the wrapper and covering his impressive length in a matter of seconds. Another second and the boxers were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor as he came back to me. Derek positioned himself between my spread legs, cupping my cheek with one hand while the other returned to my clit. I gasped as he circled it in earnest, his eyes latched onto mine as his cock slid home.
“Oh!” I gasped. The feel of him touching me and filling me up at the same time was overwhelming. I moaned so loud we were lucky there was no one else in the house.
With his eyes still on me, Derek began to move his hips, his fingers working their magic as he drove himself home with hard, measured thrusts. I felt myself dripping all over the bed as my orgasm built, my arousal even more head-spinning now that hewas inside me, fucking me like I was his and his alone. In that moment, I knew I’d never be so possessed by another man. I belonged to him, and if the way he couldn’t take his eyes off me was any indication, he belonged to me just as much.
I cried out when I came, soaking his hand, and Derek growled as his mouth found mine, kissing me possessively while still cupping my cheek. His movements sped up, his need more ferocious now that I’d come apart all over his cock.
“You’re out of this fucking world,” he breathed between kisses, and then he gave another growl as he came. I held onto his shoulders, savouring his final thrusts before he fell on top of me, rolling us over and cradling me with his large, muscled body. I was happy, so content, and completely satiated as I rested in his arms, not a single worry on my mind.
We laid there for a while, catching our breaths, but then Derek was kissing me again, and we found ourselves going in for round two. And after that came round three. I was so blissed out that I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. I also barely heard the front door opening, and my daughter calling, “Mum, are you home? We came back a little early.”
Derek and I shared identical panicked expressions before we both practically leapt out of bed.
24.
Derek
What was I thinking? Sure, I’d told the girls to wait for me to collect them at seven, but teenagers were never guaranteed to follow instruction. I wouldn’t have let myself get so lost in Milly if I’d thought there was a chance they’d be home early.
Wordlessly, we hurried into our clothes, barely stopping to take a breath. Milly motioned for me to run across the hall to the guest room where I was staying. Just as I opened the door—my shirt bunched up at my waist in a highly suspect fashion—Deirdre reached the top of the stairs. Her eyes rounded when she saw me, then spotted Milly at my back. She froze for a second before she turned straight back around to call out, “Gigi, could you go grab those DVDs from the den? We’ll watch them in my room.”
“Sure!” my daughter responded from somewhere on the ground floor, cheerful and oblivious.
Deirdre turned back around, and suddenly, it felt like she was the adult, and Milly and I were two teenagers caught getting up to no good. “Look,” she began in a steady voice. “I have no problem with this”—she motioned between the two of us—“but you need to talk to Gigi. She’s … more sensitive. She can’t find out like I just did.”
