He didn’t stop or slow down. He just kept working my clit with his mouth and his tongue until I came apart, my back arching off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure rocked through me.
I had never felt anything like it. Not in five years of marriage. Not ever.
When I finally came back to myself, Derek was kissing his way back up my body, his expression almost smug but also tender in a way that made my heart stutter.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone, my jaw. “So fucking beautiful when you come apart.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. So, I pulled him down into a kiss that tasted like my juices, making me blush.
“Derek,” I finally said when we broke apart. “That was… I’ve never?—”
“Never?” He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. I saw something dark flash through his eyes. “Jack never?—”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, and suddenly I didn’t want to talk about Jack. I didn’t want to think about the years I spent settling for less than I deserved. “But it was perfect.”
“We’re not done,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “That was just the beginning, Paige. I told you I was going to worship you. I am a man of my word, and I keep my promises.”
I looked down between us and saw the hard evidence of his arousal straining against his sweatpants. He got hard eating me out?
I held my breath when he kissed me again. It was gentle and sweet. I hummed into the kiss, gasping when I felt his fingers trailing down the wet folds of my sex.
“Fuck, Paige,” Derek groaned into our kiss. “You feel so warm and tight. Shit.”
I whimpered when his finger fucked me. Slowly at first, and then he added another, spreading me open, his thumb rubbing the nub of my clit until he was making me whimper and cry out his name from pleasure. His mouth descended on my breast, kissing and licking and gently biting the nipple until my back was arching off the bed.
It didn’t take me long to reach the edge, and I was shocked when he leaned down, spread my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. His fingers curled inside me at the right spot, and I let go, screaming his name as I came.
Just as I was overcome with pleasure, one thought kept ringing in my mind…
This does not feel fake. Nothing about our relationship does.
18
MAKING A MISTAKE
DEREK
I might have ascended to heaven tasting her because I never wanted to stop.
“P-Paige?” I asked, my voice rough as I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. Did she pass out?
I straightened up carefully, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. She looked peaceful, beautiful, and completely sated, which gave me a bit of an ego boost.
She was going to be so embarrassed when she woke up.
I pulled the blanket up over her gorgeous body, covering her gently, and allowed myself one moment just to look at her.
I couldn’t believe it. Paige was sleeping in my bed. The woman I was in love with for decades.
How the hell did Jack fumble someone like her?
I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was already five in the morning. We had been awake almost all night, and exhaustion was starting to creep in at the edges. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with Paige in my bed, not with the taste of her sweet pussy still on my tongue.
I needed to move, to think and put some distance between myself and her.
I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead and slipped out of bed.
I pushed myself harder than I had in months at the gym. Punishing the heavy bag, running until my lungs burned, lifting until my muscles screamed. Trying to outrun the thoughts that kept circling back to Paige.
