“Derrick, do you want to take a shower? You must be freezing,” Taylor said to him as she laid the clothes on the bed beside him.
“No, thank you,” he said softly, staring at the wall opposite him.
Taylor didn’t want to push him. “Okay, well you change, and I am going to change out of this stuff in the bathroom,” Taylor said. She was getting worried about him. He was so quiet. Taylor wasn’t sure how to get to him. Maybe he just needed some time to himself.
She went to the bathroom and quickly got rid of her saturated clothes with a big thwap on the floor, and then realized she had nothing but a terry cloth robe. Well, it will have to do for now, she thought and slid it on. The warmth of the fuzzy fibers was like a hug on her cold skin. Taylor combed out her hair, threw it up with an elastic, and went back out to check on Derrick.
He was in the exact position she had left him, with the clothes still on the bed next to him and his rain-soaked clothes still stuck to his body. Taylor looked up to the heavens. Somebody help me please, she thought. She had no idea how to handle this. Especially dressed in only a robe.
With limited options, Taylor went and crouched before Derrick. “Talk to me, Derrick,” she said, hoping to find an answer as to how to help him.
“I have no one now,” Derrick said flatly.
“What do you mean?” Taylor asked, dumbfounded.
“I have no more family,” Derrick said.
“Derrick, you have a sister, and—”
“Marty will eventually find someone,” he said, nodding as he thought it out. “She’ll find someone and have her own family. I have no one.”
“Derrick, Marty will never ever desert you,” Taylor assured him, “and you have, well, you have me, Derrick.”
Derrick looked at her like she had three heads. “You?” he asked like she was a fantasy.
And didn’t his response just make Taylor feel like a gigantic ass? Of course he would question her and what she meant. She had just spent the last week claiming to detest him and sending him mixed signals, stay and go. Now he had lost his last parent. Of course he felt alone.
“Yes, Derrick,” she assured him. “You have me. I am your family now,” she said to him, holding his eyes, nodding to try and drive her point home.
A single tear trailed down Derrick’s face, and Taylor reached up to brush it away. “Don’t cry, Derrick,” Taylor said, trying to hold back her own tears. “You have cried so much tonight. Please don’t cry,” she said.
As another tear came from Derrick’s other eye, Taylor reached up and pushed that one away as well and kissed the spots on his cheek where it had been. “No more tears,” she said, looking him in the eye. She was much closer now that she had pushed herself forward to kiss away the tear. When she looked down, Taylor realized that he was still in those wet clothes. “Let’s get you out of these,” she told him.
Taylor pushed herself up and unbuttoned Derrick’s button-down, but it was difficult since the shirt was so wet. Once it was undone, she pushed it down Derrick’s arms, and Derrick helped her pull his hands out of it.
Suddenly, Derrick moved his hands to her face and pulled Taylor’s lips to his, kissing her softly. “Do I really have you, Taylor?” Derrick asked hopefully, keeping his lips on hers.
Instead of answering, Taylor kissed Derrick back. She pulled herself up closer by putting her hands on his strong arms and then sliding them up to his shoulders. Taylor slid her hands into Derrick’s hair, pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss. He needed to be close to someone, to be reassured. And Taylor was ready to help him, after all she was his wife now.
Derrick moved his hands down the sides of Taylor’s robe-covered body to the hem of the robe. Taylor tensed as he stroked her thighs. Whatever was happening between them was about to go down a path, and Taylor was unsure what would happen from there. But the anticipation of what Derrick might do to her next far outweighed any tension about what it would do to their “relationship.”
Derrick gripped the sides of Taylor’s thighs and stood, picking her up with him. He broke himself from Taylor’s lips and kissed his way down her jaw to her throat as he turned and laid her down on the bed. Derrick straightened away from her laying form and made quick work of losing the rest of his clothes. He was back over Taylor before she had a chance to even get a glimpse of his naked form.
Derrick hovered over Taylor when he came back to her, holding himself up with his left arm extended. He reached with his right hand and touched her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “I have you, Taylor?” Derrick asked her again, his eyes vulnerable and searching. He wanted an answer, and Taylor realized she hadn’t given him one, just cut him off and tried to distract him.
“Yes, Derrick,” Taylor assured him hesitantly, “you have me.”
And that was all he needed, apparently, because Derrick descended on her, kissing her, devouring her mouth like she was his favorite food. His tongue parted her lips and sought hers with demanding, intense strokes. Taylor kissed Derrick back slower, timidly moving her tongue and enjoying every move he made. Derrick moved a hand down to the belt of the robe and pulled it loose.
Taylor gasped as cool air made contact with her bare skin.
“Is this okay, Taylor?” Derrick asked as he parted the robe further, his lips slowing, brushing over hers teasingly, and he stroked his hand over her stomach in a matching pattern.
Words were completely lost on Taylor. The build-up to this moment and all the sensations on her skin were totally fogging her, so she nodded instead. Once he had her approval, Derrick went back to kissing her deeply. He moved his hand from her stomach to her hip and stroked back and forth.
The slowness of his hands and the desperation from his mouth had Taylor aching, almost painfully, all over. Her body shifted to get closer to his hand. He moved one side of the robe off her right breast, exposing her. The cool air hit her nipple, making it taut.
“Is this okay, Taylor,” Derrick asked, his breathing was heavy against her lips, and she could feel his chest moving faster against hers.
Taylor wasn’t sure if he was trying to drive her crazy moving as slowly as he was and asking questions or if he was trying to make her more comfortable, but it was doing both. “Yes,” she breathed out and arched her body up. Derrick moved his hand up and over her breast and peaked nipple, slowly grazing his fingers over the sensitive tip, making her shiver all over. Derrick’s lips lifted from hers and made their way down her jawline.
Taylor had her hands on Derrick’s well-muscled shoulders, holding on for dear life as her body absorbed all the sensations he was giving her. His lips moved down and replaced his hands, drawing her nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth then soothing it with his tongue, causing Taylor to moan loudly. With his other hand, Derrick uncovered the other half of her body and started to caress her other nipple.
Taylor started to have trouble getting air in. Her body was alive with sensation. She had been fighting her attraction to Derrick for so long that now she seemed hyperaware of every touch and eager for more.
Derrick moved his mouth across her body and latched on to her other nipple; this time he seemed more impatient than he had with the other. His warm mouth was moist and sucking one side while the other side was still tingling from the cool air hitting the moist peak.
Taylor was panting loudly. She was gripping Derrick’s shoulder, unable to move, unable to speak, wanting to say it was enough and wanting to ask for more all at the same time. “Derrick,” was all she was able to say.
Derrick stopped and leaned his head on her chest. Taylor was about to beg him not to stop when he interrupted her thoughts. “God, Taylor, I want you so bad. I don’t think I can hold off any longer.”
Taylor licked her lips. “I want you too, Derrick,” she said to him breathlessly, her need shoving the truth out of her. She needed him to fix the unfulfilled ache she had been ignoring since he had come back into her life. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She was un
comfortable with need, and he had just vowed to be there for her needs.
Derrick picked up his head and kissed Taylor’s chest and then up her neck and rested back on her lips, his eyes open and looking into hers. “But are you ready for me, Taylor,” he asked her and moved his hands down Taylor’s ribs and to her hips. Using his strong legs, Derrick moved her legs slightly apart, and Taylor’s eyes went wide as a hand slipped between her thighs. Derrick drifted his fingers against Taylor’s folds, groaned, and slid a finger slowly up and down her slick center. “Oh God, baby, you’re so wet,” he said. But Taylor barely heard. She was focused on how good his fingers felt and how she still wanted more.
Her unspoken wish was granted when Derrick slid one finger between her slick folds and stroked her. Taylor’s hips arched, and her breathing quickened. Derrick shifted his hips as he watched and stroked her.
“Jesus, Taylor I need you,” Derrick said. He took a deep breath and pulled himself up so that he was all she could see. “Is that okay, Taylor?” he asked her, his face a mask of restraint. “Can I have you, Taylor?”
Taylor nodded, but there was zero thought behind it. Her whole body was shaking for him. His touch had her on fire, and she knew there had to be a way to extinguish it. “Please, Derrick,” she groaned. She needed him to help her get through this.
“Oh God, Taylor, when you say please, it just does things to me,” he said, leaning down and kissing her. Derrick stroked his hand over her again, and they both sucked in air at the same time. “I can’t wait, you are so ready,” Derrick said.
Taylor felt him shift up, and then there was pressure against her throbbing flesh. She tilted her hips, and Derrick’s firm head slid to her opening.
With a final groan, Derrick growled out, “Oh God, Taylor,” and slid himself inside her as he moved his tongue into her mouth in tandem.
His mouth over hers swallowed the outcry of pain Taylor let out as he drove right through her virginity.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Derrick was basically high on the fact that he was finally with Taylor, and the feeling of being sheathed tightly within her was heaven. But as Derrick absorbed the sensation and allowed for Taylor to adjust for him, he realized that she was tight, really tight, and that her body had stiffened.
Derrick froze as he realized Taylor was a virgin.
Or she had been.
Derrick’s eyes went wide, suddenly all her innocent behavior and gasping and wide eyes made sense.
Derrick gathered every source of strength he had to keep himself still. Her heat was clenched tightly around him, but he pep talked himself into holding on, waiting, giving Taylor a chance to relax.
He looked at her face. It was all scrunch up, and she was obviously not enjoying this. “I’m sorry, Taylor. I’m so sorry,” Derrick said as he placed a kiss on her forehead and stroked her arms to try and relax her. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay, just, you know, do whatever,” she said with her eyes scrunched shut and her teeth tightly ground together.
“No, Taylor. It’s not okay. I’m sorry, baby. I’m going to make this good for you,” he said. Derrick brought a hand up to her face and kissed Taylor gently on her mouth and then her cheek, showering her whole face with kisses. It was torture to not move, but he knew even a millimeter of friction and he was done. He needed to fix this and make it better—no, perfect—for her, and that meant moving slower, gentler. He had vowed to take care of her, and he would prove it. After all, she was all his now, every piece of her belonged to him.
Derrick brought his hand down as he continued to kiss Taylor’s face and gently brushed his fingertips over her breast, lightly grazing her nipple. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor. Every inch of you is perfection,” he whispered into her ear, then dropped a kiss right below her earlobe.
Derrick continued his stroking and kissing, and slowly he felt Taylor relax and saw her face soften, but her eyes remained shut. When he sucked on the nape of her neck, he heard her breath hitch, and he moved his hand slowly down her stomach. Lifting himself up to fit his hand to where they were joined, he slid a finger to the top of her folds and grazed her clit.
Taylor gasped at the touch, and Derrick covered her mouth with his. As he moved his tongue against hers, he also lightly caressed her clit over and over until he felt her shift under him.
Slowly Derrick moved his cock millimeters out of Taylor’s sweet hold and filled her with himself again, slowly. Over and over, he slid out just a little more, taking his time, torturing himself as he massaged himself against her tight grasp, all the while stroking her clit with his fingers a little more and a little deeper.
“Are you with me, Taylor?” Derrick ground out as he moved with her.
Her eyes were closed, and she was taking shallow breaths. She nodded slightly.
“Tell me,” he wanted to hear her, wanted to see if she was losing it as much as he was.
“No … yes … no,” she was stuttering and breathless. “Don’t stop.”
Derrick’s mouth curved slightly, and he kissed her lips. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, Tay,” he told her. He pulled himself almost all the way out and slid quickly back into her, and her hips lifted with his invasion. On the next stroke, Taylor lifted a leg up and over his hip, and Derrick grabbed onto it, pulling her closer to him.
It felt good to be going slow, and even though his body was begging him to go for release, he resisted his need. He wanted to savor every moment and sensation of being with Taylor for the first time. He had dreamed and fantasized and pretended about it for so long, and now that he was finally here, the real thing was nothing like what he imagined. It was infinitely better.
“Derrick,” Taylor gasped, squirming beneath him and moving her hips to meet his as he slipped deep inside her.
“What is it, baby?” Derrick asked. “Tell me what you need.”
Derrick was fascinated and studied her as she swallowed and struggled, unable to find the words. “I, I don’t know, I just need …”
“I promise, Taylor, I will give you everything you need,” he assured her.
He moved his cock out, the wetness surrounding him easing him easily in and out of Taylor’s tight core. Derrick shifted his hips, sliding his cock in at an angle, rubbing himself against Taylor’s sweet spot inside, all the while stroking her clit in a continuous motion. When Derrick kissed his way down to her breast and sucked on her nipple, Taylor arched and stiffened under him as an orgasm drove through her.
Her hands clawed into his back, and she dug her heels into his ass, driving him deeper into her. Her breath quickened, and her body shook with sensation. She moved her hands and pulled his head up to her and kissed him intensely, opening his mouth with her tongue and gasping as she came.
Derrick moved his hand off her clit and grabbed her hip.
“Was that good, Tay?” he asked against her lips, swallowing her moans of pleasure. Derrick moved faster and faster, but it didn’t take long before his own body was shaking with pending release. Derrick broke the kiss. “Taylor,” he said before he went over the edge. “Tay, look at me,” he said, holding himself off just a bit longer.
When she opened her eyes and he saw the satisfied and sleepy look in them, he felt pride swell in him. “I love you, Taylor,” he said as he moved in and out of her quickly and then came hard. “Oh God, Taylor,” Derrick said and then collapsed onto her, kissing her as he filled her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Before Derrick opened his eyes the next morning, he thought about what had happened the night before, and he was completely torn. Half of him wanted it to be a dream, and the other half wanted to open his eyes and have it all be reality.
He really wanted his dad to still be there, to still have coffee with him in the morning at the office like they had the last two years and review what was on tap for that day or that week or that month. But he also really wanted to be married to Taylor, to know that she was his, that she had really saved herself, and that h
e was the luckiest guy in the world who had gotten to be her first lover and was now her husband.
Derrick took a deep breath and opened his eyes to find out what his fate was.
All things considered, he was happy with what he saw. Taylor was asleep, lying across from him on her side. Her hair had come loose and was falling over her shoulder, her lips were parted, and her face was free of any stress. The blankets just covered her breasts, and Derrick struggled to decide if he should pull it down or continue to watch her sleep. It was a better way for him to preoccupy himself than to focus on the fact he had no parents.
Taylor’s eyes fluttered open; it was like something out of a Disney movie, when the princess wakes from a long sleep. She smiled slightly at Derrick. “Morning,” she said.
“Morning,” Derrick returned. “So, are we really married?”
Taylor nodded. “Yup.”
“Completely legal?
Taylor nodded again.
“How did you pull that off?”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “It’s amazing what money can buy,” she informed him dryly.
Derrick nodded. “So you are my wife?”
Taylor raised her eyebrows at him. “That is what it means when you get married—”
Derrick cut Taylor off by rolling her onto her back and kissing her.
“And you gave yourself to me last night. I was your first?” Derrick asked her when he came up for air.
Taylor turned a deep shade of red and looked away. Derrick took his forefinger and turned her face back to him, but she averted her eyes.
“Thank you, Tay,” Derrick said and kissed her again. “Did I hurt you?”
Taylor looked away again. “Is it necessary for you to embarrass me first thing in the morning?”
“Tell me,” Derrick pushed, turning her back to him again. “Did I hurt you?”
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