Chapter 11
That’s My Kind of Good Morning
Sheila pulled on her nipples as Derek toyed with her some more. She had been unable to convince him to fuck her the way she wanted. Yeah, she was more than a little sore, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She had no interest in regrets. Enough of her life had been hemmed in by expectations or disappointing relationships, and now she wanted everything.
“Baby, don’t pout. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
“But I want your cock in my pussy.”
“I want that, too, but we have to wait. Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me. Yup, just like that. Hands under the back of your knees. Hold them open just like that. Fuck, yeah, that’s a sexy sight.”
Sheila experienced an exhilarating combination of sensuality and insecurity. No man had ever stared so intently at her naked body parts.
She had lacked confidence in her sexuality until that fateful evening in the romance room. Something about meeting Derek got her in touch with her inner vixen.
That inner goddess drowned out the scared whimpers of her shy former self with a lusty moan. Derek drew another flood of wetness from her when his fingers returned to her swollen clit. Her voice rose when he increased his tempo and blew a long breath across her most sensitive places.
Before her recent foray into unattached sexual relations, sex had been neither interesting nor fulfilling. She no longer viewed sex as a disappointing experiment.
Her orgasm grew, bigger and heavier, but it remained elusive. She chased, and it hid from her. Her excitement stretched only to fade as soon as she caught her breath.
After the fantastical festival of fucking she’d engaged in tonight, she had no business being disappointed. Regardless, her disappearing “O” messed with her head anyway.
She knew, logically, it didn’t make her a failure that she wasn’t able to orgasm now. Obviously, she’d come countless times tonight. Maybe she hit an invisible quota, or she was dehydrated. Alexander pushed fluids on her all night, but she probably came more than she replenished.
Caught in her inner dialog, Derek surprised her when he pulled her legs to the edge of the bed. He draped one leg over his shoulder. Before she caught on to his plans, he slid his pointer finger into her sopping cunt.
“Oh,” she groaned with relief.
Fuck, that was what she needed. His tongue was amazing, no question, but it wasn’t enough to push her over the hurdle. In seconds it seemed, her disappearing orgasm magically roared back to life.
Her back arched as she chased the intensity he incited. Derek’s hand pressed down on her stomach to hold her in place. He added a second finger. Sheila saw stars when his thick fingers stretched and filled her tender pussy.
A sound to her left caught her attention. Alexander fisted his cock as Derek finger fucked her with intense deliberation.
Sheila was beyond words, beyond anything but the sensation of her body stretched impossibly tight. An imminent explosion hurtled towards her. She watched, somewhat detached, as Derek’s head lowered to her belly. He placed a few gentle kisses there before he sent electricity through her body.
Gentle presses of his lips turned carnal. His mouth sucked hard on her clit while he amped up the speed of his fingers.
Sheila’s scream of passion echoed around the room when her orgasm detonated. Derek drew it out, sucking and fucking her as she trembled and moaned through waves of ecstasy.
Eventually, she fell limp, dangling on the edge of the bed, replete with satisfaction. Drenched in sweat and sated at last, sleep beckoned.
Low grunts and heavy breathing stirred her and signaled Alexander’s self-administered happy ending.
Derek pressed a final gentle kiss to her overworked pussy, and she hissed at the sensitivity in her nether regions. His chuckle forced her heavy eyelids open again. When he lowered her leg to the floor, he massaged her hip.
“Let’s clean up so you can rest,” he said in a low tone.
“No, that’s not fair,” she argued faintly. “You didn’t come.”
He snorted. “You drained me. I’ve come several times tonight, but now you’re tired and tender. Let me hold you while you recover some of your strength. But first, drink some more water, and let me take care of you.”
She raised her head as much as she could. Derek pressed a glass to her lips. Refreshing cold water filler her mouth when he titled it. She drank greedily and whimpered when he drew back. Her head fell back on the bed.
“Slowly,” he said. “Don’t want you to choke on it.”
He traded the glass for the damp cloth Alexander held. He must have brought both items, but she hadn’t heard him arrive. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. It had been a very energetic night, and she had every reason to be worn out.
She let out a slight moan as the cool washcloth abraded her delicate flesh. Derek soothed her and made quick work of the cleanup. The glass reappeared in front of her, and more of the refreshing, cold beverage washed over her tongue.
Would a cold mouth affect a blow job?
When she finished drinking, Derek helped her scoot up the bed. Before sleep claimed her, she marveled at being sandwiched between the men who brought her sexual fantasies to life.
Sheila slowly clawed her way back to wakefulness, fighting against a heavy sleep that clung, despite her bladder’s relentless demands. When she stretched her arms above her head, she hit something hard.
Her eyes popped open. The headboard on her bed was padded, not wooden. She froze to gather her bearings. The night’s many adventures flooded her memory when she glanced at her slumbering lovers.
Unsure of the time, or where she left her phone, she peered at the shadowy room. The lights remained unlit, but weak sunlight filtered into the bedroom along the borders of the heavy curtains.
A morning person by nature, her body didn’t care how late she stayed up or how much she exhausted her body the night before. Her brain was back online, and her bladder reminded her it was time to start the day.
Motivated by her growing need to use the restroom, she cautiously wiggled her way down the bed to avoid waking the two men asleep on either side of her. At last, she freed herself from the silky sheets that held her hostage, and she fled to the bathroom.
The glorious bathroom was as astonishing as she remembered. She gave the huge tub serious contemplation before she decided against a bath. For now. She reserved the right to reconsider later.
After taking care of her most pressing business, she stared in horror at her image in the mirror.
“Oh my God!”
Even by the soft glow of the night-light, she was grateful she woke up first. After a night of intense passion, she looked like electricity had literally poured through her body. The shower hadn’t helped since she was distracted by things other than taming her hair.
She frantically repaired her appearance. The men wouldn’t still be blinded by the alcohol that flowed freely last night. Sheila’s budding confidence couldn’t handle disappointment or horror on either of their faces.
She dampened and finger-combed her hair in a futile attempt to tame it. At last, she no longer looked like a Gorgon, so that was progress.
Her mouth tasted like something died in it, so she scrounged in the bathroom vanity for toothpaste. After she brushed her teeth with her finger and washed her face, she felt a little closer to human.
Last night, she had either sweated or rinsed off all her makeup so at least she didn’t have to contend with raccoon eyes and smeared lipstick. She also didn’t have to worry about wrinkles or stains on her clothing since she wore none. Small mercies.
Sheila was unsure about the protocol for the morning after. Her limited hookup experiences had all ended with her asleep in her own bed alone.
What am I supposed to do now? I don’t know the rules!
Was she supposed to gather her things and sneak out before the guys woke up? Should she try to wake them to express her thanks? Maybe she should order breakfast before she headed home. Gah, how was she supposed to make a decision without coffee?
She wrung her hands indecisively and paced in front of the mirror. A gentle tap on the bathroom door startled a squeak out of her. Her heart thundered in her chest, but she crossed to the door and flung it open.
A nude Derek greeted her with a beatific grin and morning wood that settled her frantic heartbeat.
“Hi,” Sheila said.
“Hi, beautiful. You’re up early.”
She blushed.
“Nature called.”
“Ah. We did our best to keep you hydrated,” he chuckled. “Can you come back to bed and sleep some more, or are you up for the day?”
She exited the bathroom so he could enter.
“No, when I’m up, I’m up, no matter how late I go to bed.”
“Fair enough. Give me a minute, and I’ll get some coffee going. Alexander’s still sawing logs, but I know where he keeps everything.”
As Sheila moved away from the bathroom, Derek stopped her with a hand on her arm. She looked at him in confusion, and he leaned in. He pressed a tentative kiss to her lips, and she opened with a moan. His kiss turned aggressive and heated quickly, and their tongues flirted before he pulled back.
“That’s my kind of good morning,” he said with a grin. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
Sheila left him in the bathroom. Still overheated from his kiss, she wandered back to the living room where she tracked down some clothes. Her bra and thong were nowhere to be found, but she put her dress back on.
She was significantly less comfortable nude in the early morning hours than under cover of darkness. Again, it was illogical, but it made sense to her.
“Okay, let’s work on that coffee. How’s your head this morning?” Derek asked when he returned.
Sheila admired his backside as he prepped the coffee pot and turned it on. The aroma of brewing coffee tickled her nose. He wore pants now, which both relieved and disappointed her. He likely wore them to set her at ease, which it did, but she missed his naked body.
His attention to detail and concerted efforts to put her at ease always went to her head.
She had to remind herself again they were just having sex.
He wasn’t a boyfriend and had no interest in being more.
That fact was driven home by how eager he was to watch and hear about her sexual exploits with other men.
He looked at her patiently, and she realized he asked her a question.
“Fine. Good. Yes.”
Derek chuckled at her response, and she flushed with embarrassment.
“Um, sorry,” she mumbled. “I’m not at my best before coffee. What did you ask?”
“Your head. How’s it doing this morning?”
“Oh, yeah, that. It’s fine. A little headache, but nothing too bad.”
“And how’s the rest of you?”
It took her a moment to understand the significance of his delicate question. When she did, her face flamed bright red.
“Um, everything’s fine, there, too.”
She couldn’t meet his eyes and hoped he’d drop it.
“Are you sure?” he asked with concern evident in his voice. “We were pretty, uh, ardent last night. Many times. I can get you an anti-inflammatory or a heating pad, or even some ice. Whatever you want. Oh, I know! Would you like to take a hot bath?”
Sheila’s head lifted at his statement. His eyes twinkled, and his smile grew at her eagerness.
“I knew that bathtub would grab your attention. Do you want to drink your coffee in the garden tub?” he asked.
Just then, the coffee maker beeped to herald the upcoming blessings she’d receive from the coffee gods. Her brain cells started their happy dance.
“Coffee and a bath? You’re a god among men!”
“I aim to please. Fix your cup, and I’ll set up in the bathroom. I can scrounge up a t-shirt and shorts if you want to put on something clean when you’re done.”
Sheila took a sip of coffee, and her eyes widened appreciatively.
“That’s good shit, right?” Derek nodded at her cup. “Alexander takes his pleasures seriously, and that includes his coffee.”
She giggled as she added a little more sugar to the strong brew.
“It’s not Greek coffee—which is also amazing—but it is a much nicer blend than I drink.
He imports it and grinds it himself, which is more effort than I’m willing to do in the mornings.
Luckily, he had a small jar of fresh grounds ready.
Otherwise, we’d have had to figure out something else with three brain cells operating between us. ”
While Derek talked about the coffee, Sheila sipped her drink. Wow, that really was some amazing brew.
“C’mon, let’s get you in the tub.”
He held out his hand for her and led her back to the bathroom with their coffee cups in hand.
Derek turned on the water and dug under the sink before presenting her with options for her soak. Sheila sat on the edge of the tub and drank her coffee.
After she chose a bath salt blend at random, he poured a few scoops into the warm water. He gathered a wash cloth and some towels from the linen closet and set them on the table next to the tub.
Since she didn’t have a way to put her hair up, Sheila braided the long strands to keep it out of her eyes.
Derek watched her with a soft smile on his face.
She had no idea what to say and was relieved when he cleared his throat.
He swirled the water to dissolve the bath salts, and a gentle fragrance filled the air.
“Okay,” he said. “Check this out. It’s good, but let me know if you want it hotter or cooler.”
She dipped her hand into the tub and was assailed by the silky warm water on her skin.
“That’s perfect.”
“I will leave you to it, then. I’ll go see what I can scrounge up in the kitchen. I’m pretty hungry.”
Sheila made a moue of disappointment as he headed towards the door. At her squeak, he turned back to look at her. His expression gave nothing away, but she took a deep breath and gathered her courage. When would she ever have another opportunity to bathe with Derek in a huge soaking tub?
“Won’t you join me?”