I laughed and looked over at Derek, who was completely amused at the conversation. “Probably not, but I’m buying, if it’s okay with your mom?” He was so sweet to keep asking if I was okay with things when it came to the kids.
Three sets of eyes bore into mine, waiting, panting like puppies. “You guys! Of course, it’s okay!” They all cheered and Jon and Matt high-fived.
“You are way too excited about this food! Go clean up, change clothes if you want and we’ll walk down.” I looked at Derek. “Is your knee okay to walk there?”
“Oh wait, that’s right. Your knee…” Matt was completely fascinated and staring at Derek’s leg. “Um, Derek, it’s about a ten minute walk.”
“You two stop! I’m fine. I brought my brace with me. It’s in my suitcase.” He stuck his tongue out at me. “Besides, I have the best physical therapist right here at my disposal.” Derek winked at me, making me smile.
Matt laughed. “Oh yeah, sorry, Mom. I forgot about you.”
“I should ground both of you! Sassy. Little. Shits.” I teased as I walked to the bedroom to change my clothes. I heard Matt and Derek clap hands…high five each other.
Boys!
I dressed in a sun dress and flip flops. Derek put on khaki shorts with his same black tee-shirt before strapping his brace around his left knee. “Your knee is swollen. I’ll ice it when we get back.”
“Yes Ma’am, Bossy Pants.” He laughed, gave me a salute and said, “It’s a little stiff. I think the long plane ride didn’t help.”
“Probably not, are you sure you want to walk down to the club? I think there is a golf cart in the garage. I chose not to tell the kids. They’d want to drive that thing all over the island.” I rolled my eyes and grinned.
Derek smiled and nodded his head in agreement. “Maybe we should take the cart.” I looked at him, suddenly concerned. He wasn’t one to readily admit when he was hurting.
He walked to me, put his face as close to mine as he could without actually touching me and said, “I need to be flexible tonight. I only want one part of me stiff when we get back here.”
I let out a laugh, then said, “Ooh. Right.” I raised one eyebrow as I took my hand and ran it over his zipper and across his cock.
“Humph…Claire…” His body jerked and he huffed out my name as a warning.
“Just testing your reflexes.”
“They’re just fine.” He groaned.
*****
Dinner was delicious. We stuffed our faces with Prime Rib that had a hint of pineapple, fresh veggies, potatoes, bread, salad and an incredible strawberry dessert that I’d never tasted before. We left the kids watching Hunger Games on the lawn. They’d seen it a hundred times, but enjoyed it and didn’t want to leave the fun, cozy atmosphere of the club. We drove the golf cart back to the house, smiling and giggling like teenagers the whole way. We knew it wouldn’t be long before the kids came back, so as soon as we got inside the bedroom door, we quickly started undressing…throwing clothes all over the room as we went.
“I can’t wait any longer. This has to be quick. I need you. Now!” I climbed up on the four poster bed, completely naked and waiting as Derek stared at me before finally climbing on the bed himself. “You are so beautiful.”
He laid next to me, his body halfway on mine. I touched his face and whispered, “Derek, make love to me.”
“Gladly.” He kissed me sweetly as he rolled the rest of the way on top of me. He was moving too slow. I needed him desperately, so I grabbed his ass and pushed him against me. “Hang on, baby.”
“No. I need you inside me…” I fumbled my hand between us and grabbed his cock, lining it up with my entrance “…now.”
He smiled and thrust hard causing loud moans from both of us. “Home. This is home to me.”
“Mmm…yes,” I mumbled. Derek pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “Harder, Derek. I want it hard.”
He leaned back to see my face. “You sure?” The excited look on his face told me he liked me telling him what I wanted.
“Yes!”
“Here.” He pointed for me to hold on to the headboard behind me. “Hold on.”
So. Damn. Sexy. Derek paused then pulled out of me and watched my face as he slammed his cock into me. I gasped with pleasure and he knew it because he grinned and did it again and again and again. “So. Good.”
I could feel my orgasm building higher and higher, but Derek suddenly stopped, rolled us over and said, “Ride me, baby. Show me how you touch yourself.” I’d always thought I’d be embarrassed for a man to say those words to me, but it was Derek. I couldn’t be. He was so sincere in his need for me and always knew what we needed from each other.
I lifted myself off his cock then sank down slowly, watching his face. He was barely hanging on and I loved it. I wiggled a little to take him deeper. “Ahh…damn…” he huffed out and closed his eyes. I reached up, cupped my breasts and started rubbing and pinching them with the same slow rhythm as my hips.
“You’re not watching me.” His eyes sprang open and his jaw dropped when he saw what I was doing.
“I can’t…oh, damn…too much…” He gripped my hips and tried controlling my speed. I let him, but kept up the slow torturous pace on my breasts. I pinched and pulled my nipples causing them to stand erect. Derek sat up, grabbed me around the waist and covered my breast with his mouth. He sucked so hard on me that my whole body shuttered at the sensation. It was beyond erotic, especially when his left hand came around and his finger ran up and down between my cheeks, stopping to circle over the small forbidden entrance. I was like clay and he was molding me to be the lover he and I both wanted me to be…someone new, someone wholly loved and cherished.
“I can’t hold on.” My voice was barely audible. He didn’t answer. His mouth became more determined as he worked on my other breast and shifted his hips, driving his cock even deeper. “You feel so good. Don’t stop…never stop.” He held my ass tight and in place as he moved once more, shifting his cock inside me and I exploded. He found the one spot that had me spontaneously erupting the second he touched it. He knew it too, because he came right along with me, every ounce of him pouring into me. I’d never felt so
taken.
It wasn’t my g-spot he’d touched. No, it was deeper…as deep as you could get and
My Derek
found it, marking me as his forever. I laid my head next to his, our bodies still joined and tried to catch my breath. “What was that?” I finally asked.
“I’m not sure, but it was spectacular. I felt your body sucking me in deeper and deeper.”
I lifted my head to see his face. “I know. And you found something that was so new and unexpected.” I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his lips. I was still straddling him, but my face was close to his, my elbows on each side of his head. “You marked me, you know.”
“Good.” He was softly running his fingers up and down my back.
I held my hands still in his hair, stared straight into his eyes and said, “I’m in love with you, Derek London.”
He closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh before opening them again, letting me see the tiny glisten of unshed tears. “Those are the best words I’ve ever heard in my life and I’ll never be able to fully tell you with words how much you mean to me…how much I love you, Claire. All I can do is show you, every day for the rest of my life.” I didn’t really know what ‘the rest of my life’ meant and that was okay. If he was proposing, I would have said yes…right then and there. That was how much I loved him and how he made me feel.
“Okay. I’ll let you.” I gave a little smile, trying to lighten the profound deepness of our words. We had kids coming back soon and I wanted to play with him a little more.
He smiled. “Good. Now, let’s get in the shower so I can show you a little more.”
I raised my eyebrows, then squeezed around his buried cock making him groan. “Shower?”
“Shower.” Derek scooted off the bed and stood with me wrapped around him. We slowly made it to the shower just about the time we heard voices coming through the front door. “Shit.”
I begrudgingly climbed off him. “Damn kids.” I said jokingly…but not. Derek laughed.
“You shower. I’ll throw on my clothes and go check on everyone. That okay?” He asked.
I tiptoed and kissed him. “Stop asking for my permission. I trust you. And yes, you go check on them. I’ll be out in a minute.” He shut the bathroom door leaving me in the hot shower. I was so in love with that man.
Chapter 27
Derek
I threw on my clothes and carefully made my way to the living room. I didn’t want to seem to ambitious or anxious and alert Claire’s kids to what we’d been up to in the bedroom. Thankfully, they were distracted with making glasses of water to really notice where I’d come from…I hoped. “Hey, did you guys have fun?”
Matt eyed me carefully, but Jon and Jenna were too busy chatting to notice much at all. “That was so fun.” Jon waved his hand and yelled out, “Night, Derek” as he trotted off toward his bedroom.
“Yeah, it was pretty cool. Where’s Mom?” Matt was my hardest critic and I loved that about him. He should be.
“I think she’s getting a shower. You need anything? I’m wiped out after flying from all the way from home.”
“No, we’re good. Night, Derek.” Jenna walked over and hugged my neck like she’d known me forever. It was nice. “Thank you for loving my momma,” she whispered.
“Good night, Jenna and you’re welcome. She’s my girl.” I heard Jenna squeal the slightest squeal before she said, “I knew it” before she released me and practically skipped off to her room.
“Night.” Matt shook my hand and stared at me for a long second before releasing my hand and squaring his shoulders.
He was skeptical, so I said, “Matt, I love your mom. I know you don’t know me, but I won’t hurt her. Give me a chance?” I needed to say it to him…especially him.
“Okay. But Derek? I know you’re a big, strong man, but I’ll stop at nothing to beat the shit out of you if you hurt my momma. She deserves better. She is the most important person in the world to me and I can’t have another asshole hurt her. I barely forgave
my own father
for what he did. So,
please
don’t do that to her…sir. I’m not sure she would be okay if you did.” Matt’s words gutted me like none other. He was just a seventeen year old boy protecting his mom, even against a grown man twice his age and twice his size. He was brave and strong just like his mom.
“Matt, I am such an admirer. The way you’ve protected your mom, and still protect her, shows guts and integrity. Your mom has told me great things about each of you, but
you
, Matt…well, she’s really proud of you. She told me herself. I’m telling you now, face to face that I would never intentionally hurt your mom. Claire is my other half, Matt. I love her and will take good care of her…and you guys. I
want
to take care of all of you. I’ll never replace your dad. I don’t want to replace him. I want to know you and be involved, if you’ll let me.”
His face was shocked. “You admire me?”
“Yes, Matt, you’re going to make a great man, you already are, actually. But someday you’ll use all of this to be a great husband and father. You love fiercely, have an incredibly loving heart and are loyal beyond belief. I see it in the way you not only protect your mom, but also in the way you treat Jon and Jenna. They look up to you. I’ve only known you for a day and it’s pretty damn clear.”
Matt laughed, stuck his hand back out to shake mine and said, “Wow. Thank you. That really means a lot coming from you. I know your reputation for staying away from the bad stuff and that’s why I’ve always liked you. Thank you, Mr. Lond….Derek. That’s so cool.” I released his hand and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Stick to your morals and beliefs, Matt. Trust me. They’ll always take you where you want to go.”
“Thanks, Derek. I’m going to bed. Good Night.” Matt smile and walked down the hall.
I grabbed some water and a can of whipped cream…carefully hidden…and walked the opposite direction to the master bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door then turned to see Claire laying on the bed, face down, asleep with nothing on but
that
tiny black robe that just barely covered her naked ass. Yeah, that’s how short that thing was and she’d answered the door in it.
Fucking robe.
I started slipping off my clothes as I walked across the room. I wasn’t sure if I should wake her. We were all pretty exhausted, but I couldn’t help it. I needed inside her again. I crawled on the bed behind her and slipped my hand underneath the thin material, running a finger down between her ass cheeks. She wiggled a bit and let out a moan. Leaving my hand right where it was, I slowly laid my naked body up next to hers and whispered, “You and this robe are not a good combination for my restraint. I have a real love/hate with this thing.”
Claire didn’t open her eyes, but answered back. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”
I started moving my hand again, this time sliding it downward toward her folds until I was gently rubbing around her opening, but not touching her clit or pushing my fingers inside. “First off, it’s too fucking short and thin for you to be wearing when you answer your front door.” She huffed out a tiny laugh. “However, I loved how short and thin this thing was when I walked in here and saw your beautiful, bare ass sticking out of it. I nearly came just looking at you.”
She opened her eyes and I could see that my words
and my hand
were affecting her. “Is that right?”
“Yep, and then I remembered that I had this in my hand.” I held up the can of whipped cream and Claire laughed.
“Ooh, I like how you think. I didn’t see that in the fridge.”
“You’re not too sleepy?”
“Not now.”
“Good.” I slid two fingers inside and watched as she lifted her ass up slightly to give me better access. I was still laying beside her, her face turned to me as she laid on her stomach. We stared at each other while I stroked and rubbed between her legs. She made small sounds of pleasure and took long, slow blinks.