Chapter 25
Allegra
I can’t keep my hands off him and I don’t want to.
I think he feels the same way because as soon as we make it to my front door, his hands on are me.
His fingers in my hair, his mouth on my neck, his touch everywhere all at once.
Getting the door unlocked is a challenge, with both of us wanting to lose ourselves in each other.
“Your door,” Derek reminds me as I press a kiss to his collarbone.
“Uh-huh,” I agree, but his hands are squeezing my waist and I’m arching into his chest. I drag in a ragged inhale and my breasts scrape across his hard abdomen.
“Here,” he murmurs, his voice low and needy. He takes my keys and unlocks the front door.
The second we’re inside, he flips the lock.
I’m already popping the button on my skirt. It slides to the floor, and I step out of it. I’m desperate for Derek. For his kiss and his touch and his skill. He was the first man to ever make me come, and right now, after a few glasses of wine and a fantastic date, I want all the orgasms.
I kick my skirt to the side and move to lift the hem of my shirt.
“Wait.” Derek’s voice is guttural.
I freeze, a wave of panic locking down my limbs. Is he going to turn me down? Does he not want me? Or this?
My cheeks heat and my eyes dart to his.
Derek steps closer and touches my waist. His eyes are dark and unreadable.
“Stellina…” He sounds half strangled. With want?
With worry? “This is real for me, beautiful. This isn’t a night or a moment, this is everything.
And fuck, I know I said that and bailed.
But before this goes further, I need you to know that I’m all in.
I want you, baby. I want every fucking thing with you.
No one has ever made me feel the way you do.
So please, don’t give yourself to me unless this is real for you.
I have no fucking right to ask, but I am.
I want all of you, Allegra. Every fucking part. ”
I drop my arms to my sides and stare up at him. Is he serious? Could this be for real?
“Say something,” he whispers.
“I want this to be real,” I murmur.
He brushes his fingers along my cheek, tucks my hair behind my ear. “It is. It’s always been real.”
I nod and lift my chin. “I want you too, Derek. All of you.”
“That’s all I need to know.” Then, his mouth is on mine. This time, his hands work my shirt up, over my head, and discard it on the floor.
His hands are in my hair. Mine are tugging at his clothing. He sheds his shirt and jeans quickly. Then, I’m back in his arms, his knee pressing between my thighs, his hands on my ass.
His frame folds over mine, not breaking our kiss, as our hands hungrily track each other’s bodies. Remembering. Memorizing. Caressing.
“Come here,” Derek bites out. He swings me up into his arms and carries me, like a prized possession, into my bedroom. He places me down in the center of my bed and crawls over me, his body coiled tightly, his eyes blazing. “Fuck, love. I missed you so goddamn much.”
My knees fall open for him and he settles between my legs. His hand cups around my cheek, his fingers anchoring to the back of my head, as he lifts my face to his and kisses me earnestly. Derek’s tongue slips inside my mouth, my eyes flutter closed, and my arms wind around his neck.
My breasts press into his chest, and he shifts to he can slide one hand down to fondle my right breast. His touch is firm and sure.
A moment later, he slides lower, and his mouth replaces his fingers as he deftly removes my bra.
Then, my nipple is in his mouth and his tongue laves against the pebbled bud.
Heat rushes between my legs and I tilt my pelvis up, wanting him to provide the friction I crave.
“Patience, beautiful,” he warns. “We have all night.” He plays with my left breast.
My fingers run through his hair. His head comes up and he smiles salaciously before slipping even lower. He brings my right thigh up and hooks it over his shoulder as he plants his face in between my thighs and drags a finger over the center seam of my panties.
I shudder from the sensation.
“How wet are you, love?” Derek murmurs, repeating his ministration.
“Wet,” I murmur.
“Hmm?” he questions. He pushes the satiny material to the side and blows lightly on my aching pussy.
I shudder again and Derek grins. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust as he looks at me. Slowly, he lowers his mouth and drags his tongue up my slit.
“Derek,” I pant.
“Yeah, baby?” He licks me again, long and slow. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he decides. Two of his fingers play with my pussy as he kisses lightly along my inner thighs, nips at my clit, and turns my ache into a persistent throb.
I can’t think as I stare at him, so turned on, my fingers tremble. I move to palm my breast and Derek’s eyes heat.
“Show me,” he encourages.
I bring my hands to my breasts and arch into them, my fingers pinching at my nipples. Derek leans back to take in my show, his hungry gaze burning. Then, he takes my right hand and moves it in between my legs. “Show me how you touch yourself, Stellina.”
“Fuck,” I swear, staring at him. Is he serious? He wants me to—
“Don’t be shy, baby,” he says, cupping his length through his boxer briefs. He’s hard for me and witnessing that gives me the confidence I need to drag two fingers through my arousal.
My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
I gather my want and bring it up to my clit. Rubbing gentle circles around the tiny bud of nerves, I moan.
“Eyes here,” Derek demands.
I look at him. My mouth waters when I note he pulled out his cock and is now stroking it in bold, daring passes.
“Fuck, you’re something else,” he tells me. Positioning himself at my pussy, he drags his hard cock through my soaked folds.
“Derek,” I pant. God, that feels good. Better than good. Heavenly. I love seeing my arousal glisten on his cock. I shimmy up, wanting him to enter me.
He laughs, the sound husky. “Not yet, Stellina.” He shifts again and his mouth is between my thighs. His tongue replaces my fingers. He licks and sucks at my most sensitive parts like he’s feasting. His hands plant on my inner thighs and hold me open as he eats me up like he’ll never get enough.
His intensity, coupled with my wanton groans, have me cresting in seconds. “Derek, oh God, baby,” I manage before I break apart. My body pulses as streams of white-hot pleasure shoot through my limbs. I come hard and long, a tireless wave of bliss I want to ride forever.
Before my ripples of pleasure subside, Derek enters me on a sharp thrust. On a roar of satisfaction.
“Fucking hell, Stellina,” he swears as he begins to move.
“Oh God.” I arch under him. I love how he stretches me, fills me, makes all the emptiness disappear. “Derek,” I pant, a warning flashing through my mind. “I’m not on birth control.”
He moves to pull out.
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.” I lift my hips.
His tortured eyes meet mine. The hunger in them is insatiable but so is the concern. The love.
“I’ll pull out,” he promises.
I nod, not caring about anything beyond this moment.
Derek slows his pace, rocking into me on slow, controlled thrusts. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me deeply. It’s passionate. As his cock slides in and out, it’s the steady rhythm that brings me back to the peak. Our connection isn’t wild and heady.
It’s meaningful and sensual. Derek’s touches are caresses. His kisses are promises. My touches are endearments. We make love and it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before.
Swells of emotion gather behind my eyes. My limbs feel weightless, my body full, my mind blank as Derek and I come together. It’s beautiful and effortless and everything.
“Please,” I plead.
“I got you, love,” he promises. “I’m right here.”
I press my face into the crook of his neck. Derek gathers me to his chest. His arms band around me and his body covers mine like shelter. His kisses sustain me like sustenance. His presence envelops me, and again, I break apart. But it’s more than that. In his hold, I find myself again.
I find him and home and us.
“Derek,” I pant.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he swears. “I’m gonna come for you, baby.”
“Come for me,” I beg.
He does. On a guttural, raw groan, Derek’s body tightens, the veins on his forearms pop, he throws back his head, and quickly pulls out. Hot spurts of his desire stream across my lower abdomen.
Then, he collapses on top of me. Rolling to the side, he brings me with him. He holds me close, his cum smearing, sticky between our skin.
But I don’t care. Nothing matters except this moment.
Our noses brush and Derek stares at me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he says, “I love you, Allegra. I love you so fucking much it terrifies me.”
“Shh,” I soothe him, placing a hand on his cheek. His stubble presses into my palm. “I love you too, Derek. I always have.”
“Stellina.” His eyes flash, something akin to pain and regret and blinding love, before his lips brush over mine.
“So much for the movie,” I murmur against his lips.
He chuckles. “Or talking?”
“We’ll be talking,” I promise.
“Good.” He kisses me again.
We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and whispering and caressing, until my eyes close and sleep drags me under.
At some point, Derek slips from the bed. A moment of panic seizes me, but before I can react, he’s back. I feel the warm washcloth move between my legs and wipe over my thighs, up my stomach. Then, he’s beside me again. His arms wrap around me and hold me against his chest.
In Derek’s arms, I drift into a deep sleep.
The scent of coffee rouses me in the morning.
I open my eyes and grin when I see him. He’s placing a mug of coffee down on my nightstand.
“Good morning,” I say. I yawn and wipe sleep from my eyes as I sit up.
“Morning, Stellina.” Derek brushes a quick kiss over my lips. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead,” I admit.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Your snores were a giveaway.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t snore.”
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you lie to yourself.”
I roll my eyes.
Derek sits beside me and plants one hand next to my hip, leaning into my space.
His eyes bore into mine, studying me.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious.
“Last night.”
“What about it?” My nerves flare to life.
“It was the realest moment of my life,” he admits. “I meant every damn thing I said, Allegra. I want this with you. This is for real. You’re fucking it for me.”
“You said that last night,” I remind him.
“It’s worth mentioning this morning,” he replies, the corner of his mouth curling up. “I don’t want any confusion between us. So, I’m telling you again: I love you. I mean it. It’s not the sex or the alcohol or anything else. It’s you. I’m in love with you.”
I melt at his words. Grinning, I bite my bottom lip. “Good. I love you too.”
“I know.”
I roll my eyes and snort, smacking him in the chest.
“Hey!” He grabs my wrist.
“You don’t have to be so cocky about it.”
Derek chuckles. “Old habits die hard.”
“Whatever.”
“You hungry?” he asks.
“Why?” I ask playfully, tilting my head. “You want to take me on a breakfast date?”
“I want to take you on all the dates,” he confirms. “We’re dating now, Allegra. Wait…” He shakes his head. “Scratch that. We’re more than dating, baby. You’re my girlfriend.”
I rear back slightly. While I get that Derek’s being sincere, I didn’t expect him to slap a label on it. “You don’t strike me as someone who’s into labels.”
“I’m not. But deep down, you are.”
I blush because he’s right. For as much as I pretend otherwise, I like knowing where we stand. “I want to be your girlfriend.”
“Good. Because I am most definitely your fucking man,” he says before his mouth lands on mine.
Derek kisses me hard. Then, he proves his worth as my new beau and makes me come twice before depositing me in the shower. When I’m dressed and ready, he takes me to brunch.
We enter the restaurant holding hands and Derek doesn’t bat an eye at the cell phones that turn in our direction. He doesn’t care about the flashes that capture our photos, or the posts that pop up on social media.
He doesn’t have eyes for anyone but me.