Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Derek
A mber sits on the couch, her body turned slightly toward me as I fall down beside her. My hand goes to her knee as I glance over at her.
She really is beautiful. There’s something so special about her. It’s as if her smile is always genuine and her kindness doesn’t come with an agenda.
In the beginning, I think that I assumed it was all an act, but it’s clear that she’s authentic at all times. When Sharon and I first met, she was a completely different person once we got to know each other. It’s been the same way with a lot of the women who I’ve gone on dates with, too. I like that what you see is what you get with Amber.
“What movie do you want to watch?” I ask her as I reach over for the television remote.
“Can I be honest?”
I stop and turn to look at her.
“I always want you to be honest.” I chuckle nervously.
“Then,” she says as she looks down nervously. She bites her bottom lip before she glances back up at me. “I want you to kiss me. I only said I wanted to sit on the couch because I wanted to be closer to you, but now that I am, all I want is for you to kiss me.”
I like this side of her.
“I’m glad you’re being honest,” I murmur before I lean forward and cover her mouth with mine.
Her lips are soft against mine, and I can't ignore the spark igniting between us. I deepen the kiss, tangling my hand in her hair as she pulls me closer. She lets out a soft moan as I tighten the grip on her hair.
When we kiss, it’s not fireworks or thunderclaps—it’s quiet. Peaceful. Like stepping into a warm room after being out in the cold for too long.
I didn’t think I’d ever feel this again, this sense of being seen, of being cared for. Amber’s kiss doesn’t erase the past, but it doesn’t demand I forget it either. It’s as if she understands that the pieces of my heart aren’t whole yet, and she’s okay with that.
She’s in my lap before I know it, removing any space between us. My pants tighten at the feel of her straddling me. One hand runs up and down her back, but the other stays in her hair keeping her as close to me as possible.
She grinds downward on me, and I chuckle against her lips. I pull away, my head leaning against her forehead as my hand gently goes around her throat.
“What do you want now?” I ask in a husky voice.
“Your cock inside me,” she says breathlessly as her eyes implore mine.
I love this pouty, sultry side of her.
“Music to my ears,” I reply with a slow smile. “You’ll have to be patient, though.”
She puts out her bottom lip as she shakes her head, her hand snaking down toward my pants. I grab her wrist quickly as I lick my lips. I hold her close to me as I stand.
“What are you doing?” She gasps.
Her eyes are wide, almost as if she’s afraid I’m about to yell at her. I can actually see the fear there, and it makes me pause for a second.
I lean down, and tip her chin up so that she’s looking at me. My thumb runs across her bottom lip gently.
“I’m going to carry you to the bedroom.”
A grin spreads across her face as she leans forward and kisses me again. We’re making out and laughing like high school kids as I carry her up the stairs, bumping into things along the way.
Her lips meet mine again, and the grin she wears sends a surge of warmth straight to my chest. It’s infectious, that smile of hers, like it’s pulling me into this world where everything feels lighter, simpler. I can’t help but smile back against her kiss, the laughter bubbling out of me in a way that feels foreign and familiar all at once.
I’m caught between the giddy rush of being close to her and the tentative voice in the back of my mind, reminding me of everything I’ve lost. But when she laughs, her joy vibrating against me, it’s like that voice is muffled, pushed aside by the sheer force of this moment.
We’re stumbling up the stairs now, her arms wrapped around my neck as I try to navigate without completely wrecking the place. Each time I bump into the wall or the banister, she lets out this soft, breathless giggle, and it makes my chest tighten in the best way.
I haven’t laughed like this in years. Yet, here I am, grinning like a fool, my heart racing for all the right reasons.
I’ve never thought about being with a woman forever, not since Sharon, but Amber has me thinking about getting married and spending the rest of my life with her and only her.
When we get into the room, I set her down on the ground before I pull her shirt over her head. She does the same to me before reaching back to remove her bra. I finish by removing my pants and watching as she does the same.
She’s fully naked before me; it is a beautiful sight to see her so vulnerable. She blushes as I pull her into me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her before I kiss her hungrily.
In one movement, I pick her up and drop her onto the bed. I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs so that I can see her beautiful, soaking-wet core.
“Look how wet you are for me,” I breathe against her just as a shiver runs through her.
I can't resist leaning in, my tongue darting out to taste her delicate folds. She gasps, her hands gripping the sheets as I explore her with my mouth. I savor every inch of her, relishing the way she tastes and smells, her arousal making me wild.
Her moans grow louder and more insistent. I trace a pattern with my tongue, from her clit down to her entrance, then back up again. Her hips buck against me in response, urging me on.
I slide two fingers inside her tight heat, and a rush of heat floods through me, like every nerve in my body is attuned to her. The way her muscles tighten around me is overwhelming, almost too much to take in. I have to steady myself, breathing deeply to keep my own composure.
She’s so warm, so soft.
“You’re intoxicating, Amber,” I moan against her.
Every movement, every sound she makes feels like a reward, a silent invitation to explore her further. When I curl my fingers, searching for that spot that makes her tremble, her sharp intake of breath sends a jolt straight through me.
“Derek, oh God, that feels incredible.”
It’s not just the physical connection—it’s the trust in the way she responds to me, the way her body reacts without hesitation. There’s something deeply humbling about being the one to unravel her like this, to know I’m the reason she’s arching into me, her breath hitching as I find exactly what she needs.
I feel a surge of pride and tenderness and a fierce hunger I can’t ignore. It’s as if every touch and movement is drawing us closer, stripping away the walls we’ve both held up for so long.
But there’s something else, too—a sense of responsibility, of wanting to take my time and savor this moment. To show her, through every touch, that she means more to me than just this fleeting intimacy.
She is panting now, our eyes locking as she trembles on the brink of orgasm. I can see it in her eyes, the pure bliss and desire that makes my own body throb with anticipation. I lean forward, taking her clit between my teeth and gently tugging on it as I circle my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot again and again.
“Derek!” she cries out.
Her back arches off the bed, her hands clawing at the sheets as she whimpers and moans, her climax building higher and higher. I feel the waves of pleasure pulsing through her, my own body responding to the sight of her in such a state of ecstasy.
Finally, she lets out a loud moan, her body shuddering beneath me as she climaxes hard, her juices soaking my hand and face. I relish the feeling of her orgasm as it ripples through her, knowing that I have brought her to this height of pleasure.
I did my job. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching and tasting a woman’s orgasm.
As she comes down, I slowly remove my fingers from her tight, wet heat, tracing them over her inner thighs before kissing them gently. She smiles up at me, her eyes half-lidded and filled with love.
I lift her legs and rest them on my shoulders, kissing the inside of one of her ankles as I do. I position my cock at her entrance, pushing into her slowly at first.
“Ohhh, fuck yes,” she purrs under me.
Her walls tighten around me, urging me on as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. Her legs grip my hips, pulling me closer as we both moan in pleasure.
I reach forward, my hand slipping between us as my fingers gently play with her clit. She practically jumps off the bed.
“Oh, damn, Derek. Oh my God,” she screams.
Her walls grip me tightly as she shudders and bucks toward me.
Shit, if I keep this up, I’m going to come too quickly.
I slow down and pull out of her. She whimpers in protest, moving up as she tries to grab my hard cock.
“I don’t want to go yet.”
“Derek, please,” she begs. “I want you to now .”
I shake my head and reach down to kiss her again. Her fingers wrap around my cock. I grab her wrist again.
“Amber,” I gasp as she begins stroking me.
“I want you to finish now.”
She rolls over on her stomach before getting on all fours, shimmying her gorgeous ass toward me at the same time.
“Please.”
She looks back at me over her shoulder, half pout, half pleading as she bites her bottom lip. One hand grabs her ass cheek while my other one smacks it.
“You’re not helping.”
“I want you back inside me, now.”
I let out a low growl. The way she looks back at me, her eyes dark with need and that perfect mix of pout and pleading, sends a shiver straight down my spine. She bites her bottom lip, and it’s almost my undoing—there’s something about her at this moment that’s both irresistible and utterly disarming.
My hand instinctively grabs her, my fingers digging into the curve of her ass as if grounding myself against the sheer pull of her. The sound of my palm meeting her skin echoes between us, and the way her body reacts—a sharp intake of breath, the faintest arch toward me—has my heart pounding like I’m on the edge of losing control.
For a moment, I hesitate, my grip tightening as I steady myself. I want to savor this, to make sure she knows how much this means to me, even if I can’t quite put it into words. But the way she looks at me, her body inviting, her voice trembling with want—it’s impossible to resist.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” I say in a low, husky voice.
She wiggles backward again, and I give her exactly what she asks for, slamming my rock-hard cock inside of her waiting, drenched core.
She lets out a gasp and a loud moan as I begin thrusting inside her. I reach up, grabbing her hair in my hands and tugging her back to me.
“This is what you asked for, right?”
“Yes, please, fuck me harder, Derek. Please.”
A primal growl fills the room as I do just that. My hips slam into her forcefully as she matches me thrust for thrust.
Her walls tighten around me, milking me as she lets out lust-filled moans. Her body shakes with pleasure and I can feel my own climax building.
“Again,” I order, still slamming into her. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
She looks back at me, her eyes blazing with desire. She bites her bottom lip again as she says, “Please, Derek. Please fuck me harder.”
I drive into her even harder, my hips pounding against her. All the stress of the week melts away as I slam into her.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur in her ear. “Just like that.”
Her body shakes harder as she cries out my name, her walls clenching so tightly around me that I know it won’t be long.
“Fuck yes, I can feel you squeezing me. God, that feels incredible.”
She whimpers in pleasure, her body spasming uncontrollably as she screams my name.
I can't take it anymore. My body is on fire and I need to fill her.
“Fuck me harder, Derek! Make me yours!” she screams.
Her words are all it takes for me to lose control. My thrusts become more erratic, my movements rougher as I slam into her over and over again. Her walls tighten around me, milking me of every last drop of control I have left.
“Amber!” I groan, feeling the pleasure rush through my body like a tidal wave.
She cries out my name again, gripping the sheets beneath her as she claws at the air in pure ecstasy. With a loud cry, I thrust into her one last time before exploding deep inside her.
“Fuck, Derek, that…I need a minute.” She giggles breathlessly. “That was amazing.”
That’s the understatement of the year.