I look at him. I'm scared to death. He's here. He's here and we said things and now things will happen. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say or do. I'm terrified. Derek is standing here in front of me. I wonder if he has expectations. I wonder what he thinks will happen. I'm so afraid that I won't measure up to him. What if I fail miserably in his book. I just want to be happy. That is all I ever wanted.
"Um..." I say in a shaky voice. "Rock the house?" I ask, as if I don't know. Of course rock the house means ground shaking, wall pounding sex. This means he is going to rip me in two.
"Yes, rock the house." He repeats as he looks into my eyes. I swear he is trying to laugh, just knowing he is being so serious. He knows I laugh at inappropriate times and now is one of those times. "Feel me, baby." He says as he grabs my hand and runs it down to his jeans. I can feel his hard cock pressing against the fabric. "That is because of you..."
"Oh God!" I groan as I feel it, my own juices beginning to stir inside of me and run out. "Just...let's fuck." I tell him as I let him pull me along through the house. He has never been in my house but he seems to know where he is going.
"Oh god, Mer... I can already feel that tight pussy of yours around me." He moans as he pulls me into my room. I don't even realize that this is my room. We should be going to the guest room. I don't fuck in my room, I sleep in my room. "Strip." He demands as he pulls his clothes off, making his way around the other side of the bed.
"Okay." I say almost in a state of shock as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the wing chair in the corner. I can't take it as I look at his erect cock with it's velvety head standing ready for me. I feel my cream begin to drizzle over my damp landing strip. I have to think, if there was no hair, it would definitely be running down my leg. "Wow..." I mutter as I look at him standing on the other side of the bed.
"You look so sexy." He says as he plops on the bed. He reaches over and pulls me down with him. I let a faint smile creep across my lips as I roll onto my back and spread my legs for him. I rub my leg seductively up and down his own hairy leg. "That's right, lay it open for me. Let my cock taste your sweet little pussy." He tells me as he runs his finger over my slit. "Oh yeah, you sure are wet for me."
"I'm always wet for you, Derek. All I have to do is think about that cock and I am so wet for you." I tell him with a faint giggle. I watch as Derek places himself in front of me. "Scoot up." He says as he looks into my eyes. I nod my head and scoot towards him, wrapping my legs loosely around him as I anticipate it.
"Oh!" I pant as I feel him slide his cock inside me. My fluid lets it slide it with ease.
"Oh yeah! This pussy is perfect." He agrees with a nod as he pulls himself in and out, a foolish grin on his face. I smile back at him, basking in the perfectness of the moment. "You are so fucking tight."
"Mmm....Oh yeah... Right there." I mutter as my eyes roll back in my head, his cock tasting my folds as he runs in and out.
"Fuck, Mer... You are wet!" He says loudly. I close my eyes tight. He is right, I can hear the sloshing as he pulls in and goes out, stabbing me with his huge hard member. I was so ready for him. I feel the tickle of my warm juices running down my ass cheek. "It's nice..." He tells me as he picks up his pace. "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah." He groans as he buries his face in my neck and pounds me. I feel his hot breath on my neck, his teeth occasionally scraping me as he turns animalistic.
"Oh! Oh! Derek. Oh God, Derek. Oh yes! Harder.... Oh yeah...." I pant as my body is wracked with the force from his pushing into me. I hear my bed rocking hard back and forth. "I'm close...I'm close." I get out as my eyes roll back. I feel his cock twitch hard as he pulsates inside of me.
"I'm cumming, baby." He tells me as he gives one last thrust and then sits up, pouring his cum into me. I feel my orgasm rock my foundation as I contract around him, milking his cock of his seeds. "Fucking-A." He grunts as he feels me around him. "Yes."
"Oh god yes!" I squeal one last time, feeling my body in perfect harmony with his. "Oh yeah.... Perfect." I sigh as he pulls out, my body feeling as if it went through a war. It was a good war.
"You are... perfect, I mean." He tells me as his kisses me softly and then rolls over and lays on his back. I look over with a smile, seeing him close his eyes. "Thank you... Thank you, Mer." He tells me softly.
"For?" I ask frankly as I look over at him. I'm not sure what he is thanking me for. A tight pussy, I suppose.
"For you. Thank you for... You. You are great." He moans as he starts to breathe shallowly. I lay there and watch him.
As I sit here in my bed, I still can't believe it. He's right here. I look down, and there he is, his dark brown curls laying on my egyptian cotton pillowcase. His deep blue eyes, covered by tired, heavy lids. He is here, in my bed. A place where boys are not allowed to sleep. A place that is saved for me. But yet, I can't make him go. And I don't want to. He is here. He wants me, and he is here.
He is snoring. He is snoring softly, but it is there. I swear, every time he moves, the whole bed rocks. It's like he is playing football on the other side. This is why he should not be here. He should not be in my bed, disrupting my ever important sleep. I sigh as I roll over again, I keep trying to get myself in a position where I can't hear him or feel him. It is impossible. I quickly throw a pillow over my head to drown out the noise. I wonder if I left the room, how insulted he would be.
"Mmm... What are you doing?" I hear him moan softly. It's muffled, most likely because the stuffing of my pillow is doing an excellent job. "Mer?" He asks again. Now I must admit that I can't sleep next to him.
"Hmm?" I ask as I lift the pillow, tiny droplets of sweat running down my face. I guess it was hot under the pillow. Now I feel sick from my body overheating. "What?" I ask as I look into his eyes.
"Are you okay? You're all wet!" He says as he reached up and pats my face. "Oh no... Are you sick?" He asks in shock. He is in a panic, thinking I am dying beside him.
"No. I was just- I was having trouble sleeping." I admit as I roll my body completely towards him and sigh. I let my eyes close for several seconds as I lay there, finally feeling relaxed.
"Was it me?" He questions. I don't want to hurt his feelings. I can already tell that he is somewhat uneasy, worried that he has done something wrong. I don't want to tell him that his snoring makes me almost suicidal.
"No... No, it wasn't you. There is too much light coming in the window. I guess the pillow was just hot. I'm not sick. Not at all." I tell him as I cock my head, trying to show him that I am being genuine.
"You're sure?" He asks as he rubs his hand over my shoulder. I have to admit, it feels good. It feels perfect. I love basking in his love. I love the way I feel when I am with him. "Come here..." He says softly as he pulls me close and puts my head on his chest. I run my hands over his chest, stroking him softly. His soft skin feels butter soft under my hand.
"You smell good." I admit as I sniff his skin. He smells slightly sweet and musky, along with just the tiniest hint of sweat. He smells like a man. "Really good." I repeat as I sniff him again. I hear him chuckle lightly at my sniffing of his skin.
"I don't smell half as good as you. Lavender and vanilla. Am I right?" He asks as he looks into my eyes. I have to admit, I find it freaky that he knew. He should not be able to pick up on scents like that.
"How did you know?" I ask him in shock as I start to feel uncomfortable. What else does he know? Does he study me? Maybe I should never sleep. Do I ever smell bad? Would he tell me if I did? I feel my stomach rumble at the thoughts.
"I saw your shampoo and conditioner in the shower." He says with a smile as he looks at me. "I'm not a freak, I wasn't snooping. The door was open. I know you think you haven't slept, but you did. I went to the bathroom and get a glass of water. You didn't wake up until I got back in bed."
"It sure doesn't feel like I have slept." I admit as I let myself go completely limp against his body. His warmth is just perfect against my semi-bare skin. I can't sleep naked, but I can sleep in a cami and panties. I feel my slightly bare abdomen against him, my arm reached across his broad chest. "It's not you...." I lie as I close my eyes.
"Sure it isn't." Derek says frankly. "It's okay. I mean, I understand. I guess." He tells me as he lets out a huge breath. I am almost sure that he used mouthwash when he did make that bathroom trip because his mouth smells wonderful. I have to laugh, he is that guy. The guy that would be anal about that. Thank God. "Why are you laughing?" He asks in shock as he looks at me with half amusement and half concern.
"Nothing. It's just.... Nothing." I tell him as I let my giggles trail off. "Don't you sleep? Wait....Of course you do. I heard you snore for the last several hours." I tease as I let my eyelash hooded eyes look up at him.
"Me? Snore? I don't snore!" He insists as he looks at me. I raise an eyebrow at his comment. Not snoring? Nonsense.
"Oh yes, buddy. You snore. You snore big time!" I say as I shake my head in disgust. "You are a terrible snorer."
"Seriously?" He asks. He is serious. It is almost like he has never heard anyone make this claim in his life. "I really don't normally snore. I hope I'm not getting sick or something. Shit... If you want me to leave the room, I can."
"No, Derek. It's okay." I tell him, almost feeling guilty for bringing it up at all. "I'm real tired now anyhow. Let's just...Sleep." I say as I lay my cheek on his chest and take in the scent of him, breathing as shallowly as I can. I need to relax completely so I can fall into a silent slumber.
"Yes... Sleep." He agrees as he strokes my hair. I have a feeling now he will be the one to not sleep. I shouldn't have said anything.
I wake up groggy. Maybe it is the lack of sleep I got last night. I think exhaustion had finally taken over and allowed me to get some sleep. Derek claims I slept, but I think that was his underhanded way of pulling it off himself and throwing it back on me. Speaking of Derek, as I stretch I look around. He's not in the bed. He was here because I can smell him all over the pillow and all over myself. My arms have the soft scent of man on therm.
I pull myself out of my bed, my hipster panties and cami top clinging tightly to my body. I know if Derek walked in right now, I would definitely be embarrassed. I quickly stretch out the cotton sheets, not really caring if they are wrinkly underneath. Once I throw the duvet on top, you would never even know that the sheep may look a mess. I'm just too tired to care. I quickly pull on some pajama pants and a shirt.
As I hit the stairs, I instantly smell it. Breakfast. A good breakfast at that. It smells like eggs, toast, maybe some bacon. No, definitely bacon. Everyone knows the scent of bacon as it lingers in the air, it's smokey sweet scent tickling your nose. As I walk in the kitchen, a smile covers my face. There I see Derek, standing at the stove in his boxers. He looks so comfortable wearing such little fabric. I could never be that way. I have to see he is adorable.
"You're cooking breakfast." I say in shock as he stands there, flipping bacon, humming some song softly.
"I am cooking breakfast. I hope you are hungry." He tells me with a nod as he looked down at the food he had made and the eggs he has yet to make.
"So you sleep in my bed... And now you make breakfast?" I mutter under my breath, unsure of the way he has moved in on my territory. It's not that I don't like him there, it's just that I'm not sure. This was my comfort zone and now he has moved in on it.
"What's that?" Derek asks. He must have heard that I said something. I hope he didn't hear exactly what I said, although I am positive that he did not. I sigh and shrug as I walk up and pluck a piece of bacon off of the paper towel covered plate. Something needs to soak up the grease that is coating the tasty meat.
"Um.... Nothing." I tell him innocently as I place my back against the countertop and look into his striking blue eyes. I want to kiss him. I'm not a fan of kissing, but still, at this moment, I want to kiss him.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Derek tells me as he pins my body against the counter. I smile as I feel him against me. "How are you?"
"Tired..." I pout as he leans closer to me. I close my eyes as I feel him near, his mouth gently touching mine. I feel his lips pressed into my in the perfect lock. Derek's tongue runs along my lips and gently slides in, playing with my tongue. I moan and melt as our tongues play, extensions of our strong feelings. I have to admit, I feel a bit empty when he pulls away.
"Awake now?" He asks me as he stands there, waiting for me to open my eyes.
"Nope. Now I'm just ready for bed." I tell him suggestively as I raise my eyebrows. A day in bed, Derek my sex slave. Now that sounds like a winning idea.
"No, breakfast first, and then bed. Lots of bed." He tells me with a smile as he turns his attention back to the bacon. I shake my head as I watch him. I wonder if my mouth tasted like ass. I really should have made a quick trip to the bathroom to at least give my mouth a swirl of mouthwash.
"Fine. Breakfast first. I need fuel anyhow." I tell him with a wink as I look up at him. He gives a hearty nod as I turn around and disappear. Derek can cook, I cannot. I guess I'm already ahead in this relationship or whatever you would call it. More of an unknown mess, I guess you could say.
I look in the mirror as I walk in the bathroom. I don't know how to do this. Not at all. Do i say things or do I remain silent. I have pretty much told Derek my deepest darkest secrets so I wonder just what more there is to say. There is nothing more to say. We just go on. The problem is, I have no idea how to act in a relationship, if that is even what it is. I don't know how to do this. I just know that Derek is in my kitchen cooking me breakfast. I don't know how to eat breakfast that a boy cooked in my kitchen. Honestly, I just want to lay down in the bathtub and wash down the drain. To wash to the drain forever.
I slowly brush my teeth, dreading going out there. I'm not really sure why I am so scared, but I am. I don't want to look up at him and pretend that we are normal. Maybe we aren't normal, maybe we are. We are something and I'm not sure what to do about. I rinse my face and pull my hair into a ponytail.
"Mer?" I hear Derek say as he taps on the door. He is wondering what is taking me so long. I'm sure he wants me to come out and eat breakfast.
"Yeah?" I say lightly, knowing that he knows I am in there. I can't pretend that I'm not, I've been caught.
"Did you fall in, honey?" He asks lightly. I open the door and look up at him. His blue eyes make me immediately comfortable. I feel at ease with him there, even if I am scared. "Are you okay?" He asks me as he cradles my face in his hands. I let out a loud sigh as I look at him.
"Yep. I'm okay. Let's eat!" I tell him as I try to pull away. He gives me some resistance and kisses my forehead, then letting me go. "I'm starved."
"I hope you're hungry. I made a lot." He says as he hands me a huge plateful of food. I smile as I look down at the food. It looks great as we sit down at the kitchen table across from each other. Derek looks happy as he sits there, stabbing his eggs. "It's great, Derek." I tell him happily. Derek just smiles at me. He looks happy. He looks content.