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Reaching out, I pull the door open and step inside, quickly closing it behind me, and wrap my arms around him from behind. Derek leans back and I melt against his body, laying my cheek against his back, relishing the warmth of the water raining down on us, as well as the heat of his body.
I trail the tips of my fingers along the hard ridges of his taut stomach and the planes of his chiseled chest, savoring the smoothness of his skin. His muscles tense and flex, and he shivers, his body reacting to my touch. I like that I can have this effect on him. He gasps when I slide my hands down his body and take hold of his cock. I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of him growing harder in my hand.
Derek turns around and leans down, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues swirl together languidly in my mouth as I continue stroking his cock. He moans as I grip him tighter, the feel of his rigid staff getting me impossibly wet. He presses me back against the wall, kissing me harder, sliding his hands all over my body. He leans down and takes my breast into his mouth, kneading the other and caressing my stiff nipple with his thumb.
My moans of pleasure are lost in his mouth and I stroke him faster. I pull back and look him in the eye as I keep pumping my fist up and down his shaft. Derek trembles as a smile of pleasure crosses his lips. But then, he turns the shower off and we step out. A squeal bursts from my mouth as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom.
Derek lays me down gently on the bed, his eyes shining with emotion, his face etched with passion. I spread my legs for him as Derek climbs on top of me. I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss that’s slow, lingering, and sends currents of electricity coursing through my body.
He nestles the tip of his cock between my slick folds, gently sliding himself into me. I gasp and shudder as he slips into me, inch by delicious inch, delighting in the feeling of him filling me up. Derek braces himself on his arms above me, looking down at me, our gazes locked, the space between us crackling with an electric tension that makes my entire body vibrate with ecstasy.
He rolls his hips and plunges himself even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me that has me seeing bursts of light behind my eyes. The smile on my lips stretches from ear to ear, and as he starts to move himself inside of me, a long, sultry moan passes my lips. I pull myself up and kiss him, then give his earlobe a gentle nip. He presses his mouth to mine, kissing me with a tenderness that’s surprising but no less passionate. No less intense.
I grip his arms as his cock slides along my inner walls, touching off shockwaves of ecstasy that set my heart racing. Our bodies move in a slow, sinuous rhythm that’s sensual and fills me with a bright light that has me trembling and crying out. I grip his arms tighter as he moves within me, waves of bliss washing over me.
Derek’s every movement is slow and purposeful, each thrust taking me to new heights of pleasure. He kisses me, his tongue in my mouth as slow and sensual as the way he’s moving inside of me. As good as sex with Derek was before, right now, it’s on another level, and I’m half out of my mind with desire. The pressure inside of me is building, growing, and making every single inch of me quiver with anticipation of the release that’s coming.
The connection between us is deepening, every plunge of his staff into me, making that bond even stronger. There is something very special building between us that fills me with joy, passion… and yes, with love as well. And as I stare into his hazel eyes, always so intense and sometimes even intimidating, I see the same love that’s rushing through me in a torrent reflected back to me.
Our gazes locked, we move together, my body writhing underneath his. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, my veins filled with electricity. I draw in a long, shuddering breath as he slides as deep within me as he can go. Derek lets out a low groan as I tighten my muscles around his shaft, digging my nails into his arms. I feel his cock swell inside of me—a sensation that makes me moan his name.
Derek grunts softly and I feel him start to pulse. A moment later, he explodes, and I cry out as I feel his hot, wet seed flooding my core. It sets off a wave of pleasure that comes crashing down and pulls me down into its depths. I surrender to the ecstasy that’s gripping me and a long, shuddering cry bursts from my mouth that echoes around the room.
The feeling of him inside of me, filling me with his warmth, combined with the connection that’s built the intensity between us, all coalesce, hitting me with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. And I lay beneath him, trembling uncontrollably as I look into his eyes, my body still twitching and writhing, still caught up in the grips of my orgasm.
I feel lightheaded and short of breath, but the physical sensations rocking me don’t come close to comparing to the emotional ones I’m feeling right now. They’re so thick, they’re suffocating. And yet, they make me feel happier than I’ve ever been. And despite all of the uncertainty that’s gripped me this whole time, I am suddenly sure of one thing.
I hold his gaze firmly, feeling my heart swell as he looks down at me, and I give him the warmest smile I can muster.
“I love you, Derek. I love you with everything in me.”
His eyes widen and he looks stunned for a moment. But then, his smile surpasses my own, a look of absolute jubilation on his face.
“About damn time you said it,” he replies.
We laugh together and then he leans down and kisses me again, all of the emotion he feels for me passing through his lips.
“I love you, too, Bellamy. More than I can even say.”
Derek and I snuggle up together under the covers and I wrap my body around his as he pulls me tightly to him. In that moment, everything feels right. Everything feels perfect. It’s a moment I know can’t last, but I intend to shut the world out and hold onto it for as long as I can.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Bellamy
“Thank you,” I say as I take the bag from Mr. Kettering, the pharmacist.
“How’s your mom doing?” he asks.
I shrug. “She has her good days and her bad days. I think today is a decent day.”
Mr. Kettering has been the town pharmacist since I was a kid. And yet, he doesn’t seem to have aged a day. Oh, his dark hair’s a little thinner, and the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes are a bit deeper, but he’s still got the same spry personality I remember from so long ago.
“That’s a good thing. I’m glad to hear that, Bellamy. I hope she’s got more good days than bad days ahead of her.”
I give him a tight smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kettering.”
He calls for the next customer as I turn and walk away from the counter, then leave the pharmacy to the sound of the old-fashioned bell overhead tinkling, making me smile. That old-time feel is one of the things I still love about this town. Blue Rock has a sort of small-town innocence about it.
