He slides forward, a curse slipping from his lips as he does. It takes him a few tries until he’s fully inside me, and I’m stretched to the fullest capacity I’ve ever felt. I moan breathlessly, my body feeling every inch of this gorgeous man on top of me and inside of me.
“Move, more, please,” I beg him, needing him to stretch this out. To make me feel him everywhere.
“Fuck, Birdie. You feel like heaven,” he says, his voice tense. “Absolute heaven.”
His words do something to me, and I pant, feeling each pulse of his cock inside of me as he slides against every nerve over and over again.
It’s too quick, and he’s making me come again, my voice moaning his name. “Derek.”
“Fuck. Say my name again,” he says, pressing a bruising kiss to my lips. “Say it.”
“Derek, Derek, Derek,” I moan against him, reaching up and scraping my nails over his shoulders, making him hiss. I move my hands into his hair as he thrusts relentlessly into me.
I come hard and louder than I should, and he slams his mouth to mine, capturing my moans and continuing his pursuit as he chases his own high.
I wrap around him, moving my hips against him while I just let myself feel every movement, every second of him with me, inside of me, coming with me.
He finally lets out his release, his body going rigid for a few moments before he relaxes. For a moment, he lay partially over me, his mouth finding mine again, and I’m sure,judging by the sting that tingles against my mouth, I’m going to have swollen lips tomorrow.
His kisses slow, turn soft and sensual in a way that makes me feel cared for. I’ve never felt that before, that’s for sure.
Slowly, he leaves my body, and I feel the loss immediately, wishing we could start over again. He lies to my side and pulls on me so I’m facing him. We wrap our arms around each other, ignoring everything else, and he smiles at me, leaning forward and pressing another kiss to my lips.
“I’ve never felt like that before in my life,” he admits, pressing more and more kisses to my face and lips.
“Like the sexiest man alive? Well, you win that title, so you should feel it all the time,” I tease, running a finger over his swollen lips.
His eyes soften as he looks at me. “You make me feel special, Birdie. Wanted. Cherished.”
I look at this man. This sweet, humble—would give the shirt off his back to anyone—man and blink back tears at how genuine he’s being. “Derek. You are special. And wanted and cherished. By me. By your friends, by Rora, by my family.”
He shakes his head, and something tells me the demons he wrestles with are trying to wrap around him and make him feel unworthy. It would be hard to be a little kid whose mother doesn’t want you anymore, to try and understand that so young. To understand that as an adult would be hard, but being a little kid, that would be impossible.
“I’ve just never,” he starts, leaning forward and pressing another sweet kiss to my lips. “I’ve never felt loved like I do by you.”
It’s a confession and not. It’s a question but not. He already feels the things I project toward him. Without me even saying the words, he feels them. “Well, I do,” I admit, not even wondering or worrying if I’m moving too fast. This is Derek.
This is the one man who will never break my heart.
“And I you,” he says back softly, wrapping me in his arms and holding me tight, never letting me feel alone for even a second.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Are you really considered family unless their grandma flirts with you even a little?” – Archer
DEREK
Well. The Lennings take holidays very seriously.
I walk up to the house, whose lawn is covered in inflatables, from a turkey to a large inflatable baster that I look at for a moment too long.
There’s a warm apple pie in my hand that I painstakingly learned how to make from scratch just to please Valerie, trying to earn some bonus points from my future mother-in-law. I may have had to have Enzo and Nora watch each step to make sure I got it right, but I am damn proud of my pie.
Elizabeth and Rora stayed here last night to be a helping hand to Valerie for the festivities today, and I haven’t seen them much all week. I miss the hell out of them, which is not surprising at all, considering I am one sentence away from asking Elizabeth to be with me forever.
After our confessions the other night, I’m feeling more and more confident that I have finally found the one for me. These two have intertwined themselves around my heart for the rest of my life, and I’m feeling ready for even more commitment.
And while we finally made love, we technically haven’t even had a chance for a second real date, though we’ve had many afternoons at the store together, working on marketing materials and having lunch.
