by Golden Angel
Poking him in the chest with her finger, Sarah pulled her mouth away.
"Get on the bed," she ordered, eyes sparkling. There was something she had always wanted to do, something Patricia said that Lloyd loved but Sarah had always been too scared to bring up to Martin. Somehow she didn't think Derrick would mind.
He laughed at her sudden show of bossiness. Normally he liked being in charge, but the petite redhead was so cute in her excitement that he didn't mind giving her control for a little bit. After all, they were both aware that he could take it back anytime they liked. Lying down in the center of the bed, Derrick wrapped his hand around himself and stroked, looking at her with a lazy smile.
"Scoot down," she said, climbing up on the bed next to him. Amused, he followed her orders, scooting down a few inches so that his feet were at the very end of the bed and his head was no longer resting on the pillows.
To his delight Sarah spread her creamy thighs and straddled his face, giving him a first rate view of her leaking folds, still slightly reddened from the workout he'd put them through last night. Removing his hand from himself, he reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as she leaned over, her thighs spreading even more to lower her gorgeous pussy to his mouth. As he began gently tonguing her outer labia, teasing her, he felt a delicate hand wrap around the base of his dick as her own tongue laved over the tip.
Immediately his hips thrust upwards, wanting more contact.
Sarah didn't have much experience with blow jobs, she'd only given a few in her entire life, but she wanted to pleasure Derrick. Too nervous to try and put him in her mouth right away, she licked up and down his length like he was a giant lollipop, teasing him with her tongue and the press of her lips as she discovered his sensitive spots. She could tell that he liked it, but she didn't realize exactly how wild she was driving him until his hands became rougher on her breasts from his passion. But he remained considerate of her tender core, his mouth gentle as he laved away the soreness, teasing arousal and pleasure from her aching folds.
The consideration he was showing her with his gentle touches to her sore folds, allowing her to experience pleasure despite their increased sensitivity, touched Sarah more than physically. It also gave her the courage to open her mouth and slide his dark shaft between her rose lips. Derrick shuddered beneath her, moaning as her pale hands splayed across his muscular thighs, his thick meat filling her mouth.
Feeling him in her mouth, the thick shaft pressing heavily on her tongue, was incredibly erotic. Especially because he was simultaneously licking and pleasuring her wonderfully. When a finger ran lightly over her anus, teasing the sensitive nerves there, she tensed and then relaxed, moaning as she realized that it felt good. The vibrations of her moan caused Derrick’s hips to jerk upwards as they played over his erection, and he pressed his finger a little more firmly against her anus, rubbing it gently.
He couldn’t believe how responsive and eager a lover Sarah was, despite the fact that he’d over extended her body the night before. The dark pink of her pussy was gorgeous, cupped between the creamy paleness of her thighs and buttocks. The teasing of her mouth and now her eagerness at sucking him was incredibly hot. Soft breasts pressed against his stomach, her hard nipples rubbing against the firm muscles of his belly, and he found it harder and hard to control himself as he ate her out.
The lubricated tip of his finger pressed into her back door and Sarah cried out with the incredible pleasure. Derrick’s mouth was becoming more insistent and the throbbing ache between her legs increased, her hips moving up and down over his face as her body’s natural instincts took over. The soreness of her pussy was lost in a release of adrenalin and endorphins as her orgasm started to build.
More and more of Derrick’s cock slipped between her lips as her body undulated on top of him, the eager sucking of her mouth as she lost herself in pleasure helping her throat to relax. She’d never had much of a gag reflex anyway, and it wasn’t until her lungs were burning for air that she realized she’d taken him deep into her throat. Derrick’s heavy groans into her pussy vibrated the tender folds. Bobbing her head up and down on top of him, she was on automatic, feeling almost delirious with the sensations that were coiling inside of her.
The tip of his finger pressing deeper into her anus completed the full feeling that she needed and she cried out around the meat in her mouth as ecstasy shuddered through her body. Derrick’s hips lifted, muffling her cries. Her throat rippled around him and she sucked hard, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as her cream dripped down into his mouth, his finger moving back and forth in her anus as she shook with ecstasy. The meat in her mouth swelled and pulsed, and she swallowed as jets of frothy cum shot into her body, still quivering from her own orgasm.
Derrick’s loud groans of pleasure into her pussy sent a few more ripples of pleasure spasming through her satiated body. Sarah felt incredibly proud of herself for having tried something new and have it go so successfully. Letting his shrinking dick fall from her mouth, she shifted herself around to snuggle up to him.
“You’re incredible,” he told her, securing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her upwards for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips but she didn’t care. If he was willing to kiss her after she’d swallowed his cum then she could deal with it too. Somehow with Derrick it didn’t seem gross or unsanitary, it didn’t seem to matter at all.
“You’re pretty fantastic yourself,” she replied, giggling after he released her lips from the tender kiss. She felt like a giddy high school girl all over again, slightly awkward but too happy to care. “Thank you.”
“For what? The orgasm?”
Sarah laughed. “Yes. For being so gentle and wonderful.”
The fact that she was thanking him for something that he felt like he should be giving her broke his heart a little. What kind of sex life had she had before him that she thought she should express her gratitude for something beautiful and natural? Derrick knew that he was falling more and more into the emotional connection between the two of them; his offer to take part in her restaurant had been a spontaneous thing, but he knew it was because he was in deeper with her than any woman he’d ever met before in his life. He liked the idea of being tied to her, of having her tied to him, so that he could take the time to get to know her better and continue doing what they were doing.
Everything about Sarah appealed to him. She was independent, smart, charming, funny and fun to be around. On the other hand she was also strangely vulnerable, appealed to his protective nature, and enjoyably innocent in a lot of ways. Derrick didn’t want to just enjoy himself and run, like he had often before, with women who felt the same way. For the first time in his life, he found himself wanting to enjoy himself and stay and keep enjoying himself.
So he cuddled Sarah to his side and did something he’d never done before with a woman. He fell asleep.
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When Sarah woke up it was immediately obvious that she wasn't in the bed alone, but she also knew it wasn't Martin there with her. Sleeping in the bed with Martin had been about the same as sleeping alone, since they'd always woken up on completely opposite sides of the bed, not even touching. Derrick didn't sleep like that at all. Her back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped over her waist keeping her tight against him, and his legs curled up under hers. The hard, insistent ridge pressed against her buttocks was probably why she had woken up.
For a few moments she toyed with the idea of morning sex. But she was too worried about morning breath, not to mention the fact that when she gently probed the soft folds between her legs she found them to still be sensitive to the touch. Despite her attempt to keep her movements small and unobtrusive, she apparently woke up Derrick.
"Good morning beautiful," he said, burying his face in her gorgeous hair. The lovely flow of auburn was soft against his face and it smelled good, like delicate flowers and something distinctly Sarah. Waking up to find her pressed against him had be
en quite enjoyable. Why had he always resisted sleeping over at a woman's house before? Probably because most of the women who chased him weren't really looking for a future anyway, they hadn't been looking for more than fantastic sex and a muscular date. And occasionally a discount on his PI services. Not sweetly pliant, strangely innocent Sarah though. She was worth waking up next to, especially after the good night of sleep that he'd gotten.
"Good morning," she said, but she sounded a little strange. Not regretful, but anxious about something. Frowning, Derrick pulled away from her far enough that he could turn her onto her back so that he could see her face while still keeping his arm wrapped around her wonderful softness. She looked fantastic, all tousled and warm from sleep, the sheet just covering the soft mounds of her breasts. As her naked thigh pressed against his groin he was very aware that his body was more than ready for her again. But he also knew that he needed to give her more time to rest, so he just very gently leaned over and kissed her lips, brushing against them and then pressing down for a harder kiss.
When he pulled away Sarah's arms were clinging around his neck and her pale cheeks were becomingly flushed. She still looked anxious though. Maybe she was worried that he'd cut and run. Not damn likely. He'd get them some coffee and breakfast and see if that didn't help her worries.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, slipping from the bed and pulling on his pants from last night. Sarah sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. The disarray of her hair was so incredibly cute and yet wonderfully sexual, chipping away at his resolve to let her body get some rest from his erotic demands. The worry still hadn't gone from her face, which confused him. Maybe she just wasn't fully awake yet. "Do you mind if I rummage through your kitchen and get some breakfast ready."
"Yes, yes that's fine," Sarah said, running a hand over her hair. She was incredibly confused. Derrick was obviously still aroused, but he had covered himself up instead of pleasuring himself with her again. Part of her was relieved because she had wanted more time for the overused area between her legs to recover, but she also found herself feeling rather disappointed. Not to mention worried that he'd lost interest in her already. She was sure that he was used to much more experienced lovers than she knew herself to be, but she'd been hoping that perhaps her enthusiasm for him might help counteract that.
Glancing over at the mirror on her vanity, she could just see herself in it now that she was sitting up, Sarah's mouth dropped open in horror. No wonder Derrick wasn't interested in having sex with her, even with an erection! Her hair was an absolute mess, there were a few dark smudges under her eyes from not taking off her make-up last night, and her face was flushed and blotchy. Before she knew it she had hopped out of bed, completely forgetting her completely naked state, and was across the room grabbing up her hairbrush, running it through her hair.
"What are you doing?" asked Derrick, incredibly amused. He hadn't missed the look on her face, although he didn't understand what had her so upset, but he wasn't unhappy about watching all of her delicious female curvy parts jiggling as she had bolted over to the vanity. A gloriously naked Sarah first thing in the morning was a very nice sight to see.
Realizing what she had done, and the fact that she was naked, Sarah's blush felt like it was heating her entire body. She turned to scurry back to the bed and cover herself up again, but Derrick had already moved around behind her, his large bulk standing between her and the bed.
"Um," she said as he came closer, her head tilting back to continue looking up at him. Shirtless and in slightly wrinkled slacks he was still far too good looking. It really wasn't fair that he didn't have any hair to get messed up, his dark skin never showed a blush, and the defined muscles covering his frame didn't jiggle one bit. Just looking at him made Sarah feel frumpy and unattractive, at least until she looked in his eyes and saw the growing desire reflected there. It also occurred to her that the bulge in the front of his pants hadn't gone down one bit.
Derrick pressed two fingertips under her chin, tilting her head up even further as he bent down to kiss her, running his tongue over her lips before pulling away. Sarah stared up at him, transfixed.
"You look beautiful first thing in the morning," he said softly.
Embarrassed by his perceptiveness, Sarah lowered her eyes, although he didn't let her pull her face away from his hand. "Then why don't you... I mean... I thought..." She glanced up at him to see him arching an eyebrow at her as she stammered. Exasperated Sarah let out a huff of air. "You're hard."
"So I am," Derrick said, chuckling. "But I'm trying to be a gentleman because I thought you might still be sore."
"I am," she admitted.
"So let me be a gentleman. I'm going to go make us some breakfast." And then he kissed her again, quite thoroughly, pulling her into his arms so that he could press his body against hers and show her exactly how much he wanted to NOT be a gentleman. Then he pulled away and left the room, whistling cheerfully and leaving a rather confused, but happy, woman behind him.
Chapter 8
The breakfast that Derrick cooked Sarah that morning was fantastic. A bacon and egg omelet seasoned with onions and herbs, with a side of fresh sliced melon. Despite his reassurance she'd still taken the time to brush out her hair and pull it back into a ponytail so that it would have some semblance of order. Since he'd gone downstairs in nothing but his slacks she'd put on some yoga pants that hugged her curves and bottom quite nicely in the stretchy fabric. Paired with a tank top that had some lace stretched over the bosom she felt and looked both comfortable and a little sexy. The appreciative look Derrick gave her when she came into the kitchen made her feel even more attractive.
It was incredible how much she'd blossomed under his attention, even before they'd consummated their attraction. The effect that he had on her body and her emotions was incredible. Right now she didn't know how long he planned on continuing to see her, but she wasn't going to complain. However much time he spent with her she knew she would cherish, and she certainly didn't expect anything more than that. Derrick was so far out of her league, with his rippling muscles that she was drooling over even as he cooked her breakfast, his capable determination and sweetly fun loving personality. But being around him made Sarah feel like more than a drab housewife trying to cope with inheriting a restaurant from her unfaithful husband.
They ate together companionably, and Sarah reflected on how nice it was not to be the one who had to cook. But she wouldn't let Derrick do the dishes afterwards, it should be a fair trade after all. He insisted on drying as she washed, and every time their fingers touched she felt that same electric current of excitement flowing through her, despite the fact that it was only their fingers brushing against each other. From the amused look in his eyes as she blushed, he was not unaware of her distraction.
Unfortunately, just as they had started kissing again after finishing breakfast, the phone rang and all of Sarah's plans for a relaxed day were gone out the window. The attorney had called her in, saying that Victor had agreed to sell only if she was there by noon, which through her into a flurry of activity. She called Patricia and Lloyd while Derrick was on the phone with his bank, and then she called her bank while he drove her over to the attorney's. To her relief she didn't have to face Victor again, and it was a surprisingly fast time - only a couple of hours - before all the business was concluded and the portions of ownership were properly allocated in the paperwork.
The entire time Patricia was shooting her little darting glances of surprise and speculation, although she didn't say anything in front of Lloyd or the attorney. Sarah knew that her friend was dying to interrogate her about why Derrick, of all people, was buying into the restaurant. To tell the truth Sarah wasn't entirely sure either but at the moment she was glad of it. Even if things didn't work out between them in the long run, she truly appreciated him giving her the time to build up her savings. And in the meantime, both of them being involved in the restaurant would mean that they would get much more time together.
As they left the attorney's office and stepped out into the bright sunshine of the day, Lloyd let out a heart chuckle and slapped Derrick on the back.
"Well, it's been wonderful doing business with you. Now who's hungry?"
"Yes, I think we should all go to lunch together," Patricia put in immediately, her eyes lighting up. "Now that we all own parts of the restaurant we should get to know each other better."
Considering that Patricia was her best friend Sarah knew that what her friend was really saying was that she wanted to get to know Derrick. Sarah shot Patricia a sharp look which, as usual, her friend ignored.
"Why don't we go to Polenta?" Patricia suggested brightly, turning slightly away from Sarah and grinning up at Derrick. Simultaneously she looped her arm through Lloyd's, as if ensuring that everyone got the message that she truly wanted Derrick to join them for lunch, but that her interest in his company was in no way sexual because she was so devoted to her husband. Sarah had to admire Patricia's mastery of body language; she always did everything deliberately and was never thrown off guard by other people's assumptions or misunderstandings, because she was so very clear in what she was saying. "We'll need to announce the changes to everyone anyway, and by the time we're done eating the lunch shift will be just wrapping up and the dinner shift arriving. It's perfect timing."
Sarah looked up at Derrick.
"I'm free," he said, smiling down at her. The look on his face was both hopeful and a little pleading, and she realized that he didn't really want to be left alone to the interrogation techniques of her best friend. She laughed.
"That sounds fine to me," she said. Derrick really wasn't entirely free. Nick had left a voicemail for him while they'd been in the attorney's office, which he hadn't gotten a chance to listen to yet, but the truth was that he found himself reluctant to leave Sarah's side. And he wanted to make a good impression on her friends, who were now also his business partners. And Patricia's logic about the restaurant did make a lot of sense. He found it all to easy to push aside his work and concentrate on his conversation with Sarah as they headed to Polenta.