by Dark Angel
“Yes! Do that!” I beg and he raises his hand again, this time slapping the other cheek, his hips causing my ass to shake violently as he slams roughly into me.
“Fuck, Alicia!” He growls before grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back in a way that forces my back to arch severely. One of his hands is pressing my ass down, making sure I don’t run from his extreme length, which feels inches from my heart, he’s so deep.
“I’m gonna cum!” He bites out and I thrust backwards, our body making a loud clapping sound at the collision. Rocking together, we push forward and I hear the sounds of weakness that always precede his explosions.
“Oh, Alicia, baby,” he groans.
Gripping fistfuls of the soft bed sheets for leverage, I bounce my ass back, sliding on and off his throbbing rod as he pumps me until I feel that knowing still. Holding my hips, he stays buried inside me as he spasms, another release exploding inside of me.
Panting, I struggle to catch my breath as he folds over, lying his hard chest on my damp back. We’re both dripping in sweat after such a workout, completely out of breath. Groaning in my ear, Derrick continues to lie on my back until he’s pumped me with all he has. Then he collapses onto the bed, pulling me into his arms.
“That was incredible,” I remark, looking over to his handsome face.
“I think we’re going to land soon,” he smirks.
“So that’s why you stopped?” I ask before giggling.
“I told you I was gonna be inside of you until we landed,” he shrugs.
“You’re a machine!” I shake my head.
“Only for you,” he looks deeply into my eyes.
“Forever?” I question.
“Forever, baby,” he assures me. And we stay locked in a gaze for an uncomfortably long time, before he leans over to kiss me deeply as the plane descends.
“Can you believe this is our life?” I wonder aloud.
“I thought of that at least ten times while I was inside you. I can’t believe I finally have you. There’s no way you could ever understand how much or how long I’ve wanted this. And now I have you.” He explains, looking toward the ceiling.
“I hope I don’t actually get pregnant,” I admit quietly.
“Yeah, we’ve gotta get you on some birth control, because I can’t ever wear a condom, you feel too damn good.” He says while shaking his head at the thought.
“I don’t want to have a baby before the wedding,” I add so he knows my reasoning.
“If you’re pregnant we’ll just move the wedding up,” he furrows his brows as if that was an obvious solution.
“When do you want to get married?” I question.
“As soon as possible,” he answers without hesitation.
“Really?” I quip, expecting him to want more time as a bachelor.
“Yeah, I don’t want you to change your mind.”
It’s hilarious to me that he could even think that. He’s the catch! A prince for crying out loud, and he’s worrying about little ole’ me having a better option or reason to not spend my life with him.
“There’s nothing in this world that could change my mind, Derrick. I can’t wait to be your wife,” I take his chin between my thumb and index finger to turn his head towards me.
“So then what are we waiting for?” He rises one eyebrow.
“What do you mean?” I ask confused.
“If you can’t wait, and I can’t wait, why are we waiting?” He asks before kissing me softly.
Our lips take over and lead us to another passionate embrace, our slippery bodies entangled, each of us unable to keep our hands off of each other. By the time the plane touches the ground we’re lost in another round of pleasure, two addicts enjoying another hit on the way to a fantastic high. My life with him is going to be filled with these type of adventures, and I can’t wait to get started.
Epilogue
I look over to Derrick and wonder for the millionth time how absolutely handsome he looks in that suit. He should – I got it for him before the interview.
Speaking of interview, I’ve zoned out again. Oh no!
We’re on the set of Today, USA and I’m sitting next to Derrick. Although to be fair, it seems more like a session for the hosts to gush over Derrick than to talk about us. But I don’t mind. I’m perfectly happy to sit there and look pretty for the moment. My turn is going to come soon enough. Just watch.
“And then you won the United Nations Humanitarian of the Year Award,” Robin Lefler is saying as she recounts his past. I narrow my eyes slightly. This is the same host that was fawning over him after the first time he and I were together. The time that Samantha ambushed me on the set and demanded to know how far I was in bringing him down. I didn’t get a chance to pay attention then to her flirtations, but I’m in a very good position to stop her now.
I reach over and grab Derrick’ hand casually. The camera doesn’t pick it up, because it looks so natural, but I caress his hand and place my own over his in a very proprietary fashion.
What? He belongs to me. If someone came over and tried to take your car, you wouldn’t let them, would you? Although to be fair, I don’t think I’d ever trade in this car that I’m riding. It hits just the right spots.
Oh my God. Do you hear me? Was I ever like this? A year ago, could you even have thought of me talking like this? I can’t – that’s for sure.
“It was an honor,” Derrick says, but then squeezes my hand and turns to me. “Although I don’t think I could have done it alone. That’s why they split the award with Alicia, since she’s the head of the foundation.”
“You two make quite the husband and wife pairing,” Taylor Smith says.
I smile. It’s not my time just yet to steal the show.
“And that was quite a career jump, Princess Blaine,” Taylor says, referring to my new title after marrying Derrick. “To go from News of the Times to the New York Sun as well as running a foundation. You must be all kinds of busy. How do you do it?”
“Well, a good night’s rest usually helps,” I say, smiling sweetly. Then I look at Derrick and give the camera a naughty smile. “I guess we can say I don’t take my own advice, huh?”
There are cheers and loud laughter from the hosts and audience.
“You two have had quite the relationship with this show as well,” Robin is saying. “It’s almost as if we saw your relationship start and blossom through the eyes of the show.”
“There’s a few people who didn’t make the journey,” Derrick says, and the hosts and me nod.
I mean, he has a point. Jake, for instance. I barely remember him, but the last thing I think I heard about him is that he had to move to the Far East to finally get some type of employment in the banking industry. Jenna still keeps tabs on him and she says that his life has definitely gone downhill.
I look over at Jenna who’s sitting in the audience. She gives me a thumbs up and smiles. I smile, thinking about how a year and half ago I would have never predicted that she’d become one of my best friends. She was my maid of honor at our wedding.
Then there’s Samantha Scar. She’s not here anymore either.
In a remarkable twist of ironic karma, the United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement division determined that based on her repeated attempts to harass both myself and Derrick, they were revoking her Green Card, and deported her out of the country.
I remember reading the papers and I was stunned when Mike told me. It was insane. But she couldn’t go back to St. Penares. So she ended up in Australia, doing something I can’t remember. I wonder to myself what it’s like being barred from entering two countries on the planet. It must not feel very good. Maybe she should be a nicer person.
“Yes,” Robin agrees with Derrick’ comment, “But overall, it seems that it’s been a stellar year for the two of you.”
Derrick shrugs, and takes my hand in his and kisses it on camera. “I married the woman I’ve always loved,” he says. There are a chor
us of “aww” that goes through the audience as he continues, “We do what we love – helping others. And we have wonderful family.”
“Right, that reminds me, the King, your father is in the audience today, no?” Taylor asks.
“And his fiancée,” Derrick replies. “Who just happens to be Alicia’s mother.”
There’s clapping and cheering in the studio audience as the camera zooms in on King Leopold and Mom.
I smile at the two of them. They seem really happy. Derrick and I getting married must have been the impetus to take the plunge for them as well.
My mind goes back to our wedding, nearly nine months ago. It was held in St. Livy and then there was a reception in both St. Livy as well as New York City when we got back. The wedding itself was magical. We had a guest list of nearly 2,000 people. Derrick had Silas D’Avington – the Prince of St. Penares come over as his best man. Jenna was my Maid of Honor. It was the social event of the year. Even President Austin Bain attended as a groomsman. Derrick credits him to being the one that handed him my article that made him jump off the plane.
“Well, it seems that everything is going fantastic for you two,” Robin Lefler comments. “And Alicia, we all remember your days as the most entertaining gossip columnist that the city has ever seen. Care to give us any new scoops?”
I smile sweetly at the camera. It’s show time.
Looking at Derrick for a moment, I turn to the hosts and say, “Derrick and I have been the two happiest people in the world for so long.” Everyone is smiling as I continue. “But soon, we’re going to be the three happiest people in the world.”
There are gasps as Derrick caresses my tummy. I just found out maybe a month ago, but I’m not showing yet.
“Congratulations,” Robin says, completely surprised about the scoop that her show is getting. Derrick didn’t want to announce on television, but I convinced him after all the fines and heartache he had put CBC through, it was the least we could do.
The audience is clapping as I smile and say, “You heard it here first, America.”
This brings out a round of laughter and I sit back, content. I’m happy to let Derrick answer the remaining questions. There’s nothing more I need to do to.
I told you my time would come, didn’t I?
The End.
Thanks for reading, Angels!!