Chapter 52: House to Ourselves

It had been a week and a half since Derek's mother and sister left, both on a semi good note. Somehow, he felt that his wife and sister would never be best of friends. But they were getting along. He pushed the front door of his house open late one evening and found it filled with candlelight. He frowned and took a moment to think…was it an anniversary, birthday, had he forgotten something?

He tried to rack his mind as he followed the trail of candles around the living room and into the kitchen. He gulped and stopped in the doorway to find his wife sitting cross legged and naked on the island in the center of the kitchen, she had a little French maid hat on her head and a feather duster in her hand, she smirked as he came in.

"H..hi." he gulped to moisten his dry throat "Bella gone?"

"For the evening." She smirked "We have the whole house to ourselves."

"Mmmm." He groaned as he stepped forward "What on earth could we do with an empty nest?"

"Clean." She smirked and ruffled the feather duster over his face "You look like a dirty boy."

"Am I missing something?" he groaned as he clamped his hands on her bare thighs and pulled her legs around his waist "Is there a special occasion?"

There was a twinkle in her eye but she just smiled "Do you need a special occasion to have hot nasty sex with your wife?"

"No." he groaned as his lips mounted against her neck "Forget I asked."

"Oh master." She gasped as she felt his teeth nip at the skin on her neck

"Master?" he smirked.

"It's part of the act." She snapped "Don't get too used to it."

"Ah." He mumbled, his hands weaved into her hair and yanked it back "So you've been cleaning huh, did you get dirty in the process?"

"Oh yes." She gasped as she felt his hand smooth up her thigh and between her legs "Oh I've gotten so, so dirty."

"Well then." He mumbled and slicked his tongue slowly up the length of her neck "I better clean you up."

She moaned as his lips clamped down on hers and his tongue took territory inside of her mouth, swirling around with all his energy as she plucked at the buttons on his shirt and helped him to quickly discard of his clothing, he kicked everything into a pile across the kitchen floor and grabbed hold of her breasts. He leaned over and started flicking and swirling his tongue over her nipple, first one and then the other. She gasped and yanked on his hair in her angst and excitement of the sensation.

"Oops." She moaned as he released her breast from his mouth "I'm making a mess."

"Oh…" he smirked "Where are you making a mess."

"Right here." She said and lifted one leg, stretching it up and placing her foot on the counter, he groaned and almost felt physical pain remembering how incredibly flexible she was "Can you help me clean it up."

"I think I can manage." He choked.

He knelt down and kissed and licked down her flat stomach and around her hips as he made his way to her hot destination. She moaned loudly as he flicked her clit with his tongue and let the tip of his tongue explore her folds delicately before taking a harder hold and sucking her juices as they started to run out of her. Her hand clamped down on the back of his head as she screamed out his name and started to shake and tremble, asking him to stop but he didn't dare think of it. Her arm collapsed as the rest of her body relaxed into her climax and he found her panting excessively as he stood up.

"All clean." He smiled with pride.

"Good." She moaned and took a hold of his large brooding erection, she pumped it and heard him groan loudly "Now make me dirty again."

He took no hesitation in complying with her demands, his hands wrapped around her hips and he entered her with one swift thrust. Her legs twisted around his waist and she buried her face into the crook of his neck, she nipped and sucked on his neck and earlobe as he thrust deeply inside of her, both their groans and moans filled the large kitchen as they pushed each other closer and closer to their climax.

"Oh Derek!" she screamed as she felt herself on the edge "Ohhhh!"

"You like that dirty girl?" he grunted as he pushed himself deeper inside of her "You like being dirty."

"Oh yes." She panted, their lips met in a passionate frenzy and then she pulled away and looked into his eyes "I stopped taking the pill a week ago."

"What." He paused for a moment.

"I stopped taking the pill." She repeated.

"What…" he gulped "What does that mean."

"What do you think it means!" she scoffed and slapped her hand on his ass "Fertilize me!"

He groaned and thrust hard and deep, hitting all the way to her back wall and sent them both into a shaking orgasm. After they finished, they collapsed into each other, her arm rested around his neck and after catching her breath she picked her head up and smiled at him.

"That's the occasion." She smiled softly "I want us to make a baby."

"Well." He grinned and placed a soft tender kiss on her lips "Why didn't you say so?"

He then picked her up off the counter and carried her quickly up the stairs to their bedroom, hearing her giggles fill the house.