“I never knew you could take a carriage ride here.”
“Yep. This route might have been a special request, but they aim to please, so it wasn’t all that hard to arrange,” he tells me, speaking directly into my ear, as if there might be anyone around who could be listening in on our conversation.
I take in the sights as we make our way to the restaurant, where we are once again given the royal treatment. Derek did good when it came to pulling out all the stops tonight.
“Tell me. What’s one thing I can do that will help you with letting me move back home?” Derek asks as we walk around Epcot and through the different countries. His question takes me a little by surprise, so I ponder it for a few minutes while we walk in silence.
“I don’t really know how to answer that question. It’s not just a simple flippant decision.”
“And I understand that. But I think I’ve proven to the both of us that when I’m determined, I can make changes, and have stuck to those changes.”
“I agree with that statement, but it’s also been the offseason. What happens when February rolls around and you have to report to pitchers and catchers camp? What happens when you’re in the middle of the season and out on the road for a week, and the guys all want to party it up? Those are the moments I dread the most. And I’m not saying that you can’t go out and have a good time with your friends and teammates, I’d never say you couldn’t spend time with them, but you allowed those times to get out of control in the past, and I just worry that history will repeat itself when you’re put back in that situation.”
“I understand your position and concerns. And I can’t tell you exactly what’s going to happen when I’m put in those situations. But I can promise you that I wouldn’t do anything to mess up what I’ve worked so damn hard at all these months. When the judge smacked her gavel against her desk that day, it was like my heart was ripped from my chest. Being told that my family was no longer my family just about killed me, Jillian. And I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my power to get it back and keep it. All three of you, with me always.”
He tugs on my hand, pulling me to a stop and angling my body so I’m standing in front of him. His hands cup my cheeks as he looks into my eyes. The serious expression, the fire in his eyes, tells me all I need to know. Every word he’s spoken tonight is from his heart. He means it and won’t go against his word.
“Just think about it, please,” he says, a hint of desperation in his voice. His forehead rests against my own as we stand here in the middle of a country, the world around us fading out to background noise. All I can hear in this instant is our slightly labored breathing as we both keep the eye contact, not wanting to break it and mess with this moment. “Please, just give me another chance. I love you with my entire being. Mind, body, and soul. I’m nothing if not yours. You complete me, Jillian. You and those two precious girls that you gave me.”
“Okay,” I tell him, no longer able to hold the emotion back.
“Okay?” he questions, right before slamming his lips against my own in a searing and demanding kiss. He deepens the kiss without coming up for more air. He lifts me off my feet, continuing to kiss me deeply. I stop myself from wrapping my legs around his hips, seeing that we are still out in public. That, and if I did that, I don’t think my dress would keep things covered, and the last thing we need is to get arrested at freaking Disney World for indecent exposure. His manager and public relations people would have a field day with those kinds of charges.
He finally breaks his lips away from mine and sets me back down on my feet. “I love you,” he says, dropping one last chaste kiss against my lips.
“I love you, too,” I tell him, a huge smile covering my kiss-swollen lips.
“I won’t make you regret it.” He slips his fingers back in between my own and we walk through the rest of the countries, drinking wine, talking and laughing as we stroll aimlessly. I don’t even really take in the sights, as I’m so drawn into our conversation that is about anything and everything, yet nothing at the same time. Just random things that pop into our heads. It’s like talking with no filter. We were always like this when we were young, and this moment takes me back all those years when we’d have plenty of day-dates and would wander with no destination in mind.
“Are you ready to head back?” I ask, a yawn escaping my lips.
“I am if you are,” Derek says, tucking me into his side as we head for the exit.
“I am exhausted.” I look down at my watch. “Holy crap, it’s almost midnight. No wonder I’m so tired.”
“We’ll be back to the hotel shortly,” he says, escorting me to the monorail entrance. “I was going to book the carriage back to the hotel but figured this was faster.”
“Good thinking.” I lean against his chest as we pick a place to stand while it takes us back to the hotel.
We quietly make it into our suite, where the lights are all dimmed, and the space is quiet. I walk into the kitchen area to grab a bottle of water. I find a note on the counter and pick it up to read it.
The girls did great tonight. They’re fast asleep in the extra bedroom in our suite. We hope you kids had a great night out. Now enjoy the empty suite. Call us when you’re up and moving tomorrow and we can pick a place to meet if we’ve already left with the girls. Love M&D.
“Your parents have the girls,” I tell Derek over my shoulder. He walks up behind me, slipping a hand around my midsection, bringing it to rest against my stomach.
“I know.” He pushes the hair off my neck as he brings his lips to the area. As soon as his lips connect with my skin, a jolt of awareness shoots straight to my center. My clit starts pulsing immediately and I turn my neck just a tad bit to give him a little more access. He sucks at my rapid-beating pulse, sending yet another shiver down my body. “Let me take you to bed,” his gravelly voice rasps in my ear.
Between the butterflies before we left tonight, and everything he put into motion for this date night to happen, to his searing kiss a little while ago, and his touch and kisses now, it all has my body on fire and ready to detonate. “Mhmmm.” I hum my agreement to his question.
“I need your words, baby,” he tells me, tugging my earlobe between his teeth.
“Yes,” I finally moan out.
That’s all it takes, and he whisks me off to the bedroom. I faintly register the door closing behind us as he kicks at it after we walk through. There is a king-size bed in this room, and he doesn’t stop moving until he’s standing at the edge of it and has me laid back in the center. His hands slide up my legs, under the hem of my dress, halting at the edge of my panties. They skim over them, causing my center to throb in anticipation and want. I can feel my panties getting damper as the seconds tick by.
“You’re so wet for me,” he muses as he strokes his fingers over the outside of my panties, sliding the backs of his fingers up and down my slit.
“Derek,” I whine, hoping he’ll move this torture along and give us what we both want.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I manage to tell him as he slips his fingers under the edge of my panties and inside me. I almost come right then in that moment. It’s been way too long since I’ve had him inside me, and these are only his damn fingers. He removes them just as quick and the whimper that falls from my lips tells him how much I disapprove of his actions.
“Patience, baby.” He laughs, then tugs my panties down my legs before dropping his trousers and boxers.
I sit up and help him unbutton his dress shirt, then push it off his shoulders. God, his muscles make me stupid sometimes, and this moment is one of them. I kiss a line from his chest to the happy trail that leads down his belly.
“That will have to wait,” he tells me as he pushes me back on the bed. We’ve effectively rid each other of all our clothes in the last minute or so. I was so distracted by him I don’t even recall how he got my dress off of me, but it’s gone, so it happened. “What should I do to you fi
rst?” His hand comes back to my center. He rolls his fingertips around my clit, just not applying pressure directly on it, not giving in to what I want.
“I don’t care, just hurry the fuck up,” I tell him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, and lowers himself between my thighs. One flick of his tongue against my center and I’m already seeing stars. He follows my body’s cues and works me over. Every lick, kiss, flick, is done in a way to prolong my pleasure. I unravel against his tongue multiple times before he slides up my body and slides his gloriously hard cock inside of me. As he settles his entire length in me, his lips find mine in a searing kiss, and he stills for a moment.
“Move,” I pant against his lips once I’ve had time to adjust. He starts slow, sliding out until just the crown of his cock is left inside and then thrusts in, hard and fast. His hips pump, pinning mine into the mattress at a punishing pace. One my body is ready to take. One it has craved for months. The electric connection between the two of us returns, as if we’d never been apart. The way we know each other’s bodies, only the way two longtime lovers can. As much as make-up sex can be cathartic for couples, this is that on steroids. The time we’ve spent apart built up that anticipation. The sexual tension that has been bouncing around between is also playing into tonight.
“I need you there,” Derek grits out as he changes his angle slightly and the tempo of his thrusts. “I’m so close, and need you coming with me.” He kisses me hard, slipping his hand between us. The moment the pad of his thumb finds my clit, I come apart and fall over the cliff. Earth-shattering, stars fill my vision. I forget how to breathe with the amount of pleasure rolling through my body at this moment. I vaguely realize Derek is falling over his own cliff, and his hips snap one last time before he spills inside of me. I can feel each jet of his cum as it leaves his body. A fleeting second of panic rolls through my brain as I think about my birth control, but I remember I took it this morning at my normal time, as always.
We stay in this position, Derek’s head resting on the bed just above my shoulder as we both recover. “That was…” He trails off, his lips against my skin.
“Magical,” I offer up.
“Yes, and so much more,” he finally says. He starts to slip out of me, then stands and grabs a tissue from the nightstand to try and keep from creating a wet spot on the bed. I sit up, staying put for a moment so I don’t blackout from standing so quickly. Once I know I’ll be fine, I make my way into the bathroom to clean up, and Derek steps inside with me. “Take a shower with me?”
“Sure,” I agree to his request. No sense in regretting what we just did now.
Seventeen
Derek
I flick the hot water on as Jillian goes to the bathroom. It only takes it a moment for the water to warm up, so I slip under it while I wait for her to join me. I tip my head forward, closing my eyes as the hot water beats on my neck and shoulders. It felt so fucking good to slip into her tonight. Something I’ve longed to do for months now, and my patience and hard work paid off. I’ve hopefully proven to her I’ve changed my ways, and I’m here to be the man she needs. The positive role model our girls need in their lives, so when the time comes for them to start dating, they hopefully find men who will support them, challenge them, but most of all, love and respect them like they deserve to be.
My thoughts are interrupted as Jillian’s hands connect with my abs, then wrap around my back as she joins me under the water. I immediately pull her against me, our bodies flush. I tip her chin up and capture her lips with mine, threading my fingers into her wet hair as I angle her head so I can easily deepen the kiss. I swallow the moans I can feel vibrating from her throat, as she does the same with mine.
I back her up against the tiled wall, hooking one of her legs around my hip. I’m already hard once again, and ready to go, but I take my time kissing her, enjoying every second of the intimacy that is so freely flowing between the two of us. Intimacy always came easy to us; we each learned the other’s likes and dislikes fairly quick in the early months of our relationship. Way back before kids. Back when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. When we’d fuck any moment we had the chance.
I thrust against her pussy now that the wall is supporting her back. This position gives me the perfect angle to tease her until she can’t take it anymore.
“Derek!” she shrieks as our lips break apart.
My lips find the column of her neck, and I suck hard as my cock slides right across her clit. I can feel her pulse thrumming hard against the head as I do, and know she’s close to coming again.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “Come for me.” I thrust my cock along her clit a couple more times until I feel her let go and fall over the cliff. “That’s it, beautiful.”
I continue to murmur into her hair as she collapses against my chest. Once I feel her relax, I lift her chin so she’s looking at me again. “I love you, and I’m going to show you that all night long.”
I slam my lips against hers as I cup her ass with both of my hands, lifting her up until she’s got both of her legs wrapped around my torso. I grab my aching cock in hand, give it a few tugs before lining it up with her pussy and thrusting home once again. My hips piston into her, my balls already tightening after the first few thrusts. I can’t stop my orgasm from barreling down my spine.
“Fuck, Jillian!” I yell as I empty myself inside her once again.
It takes me a couple of minutes to regain myself; for my breathing to return to normal and my vision to focus on my surroundings. I haven’t come that hard in years. “Are you okay?” I ask as I slip from Jill’s body. I hold on to her until I’m confident she has the strength to stand on her own.
“Perfect,” she assures me as she kisses my chest. The moment her lips connect with my skin, I realize just how much I’ve missed her like this. Missed her lips against my skin, missed her casual touches, and being able to touch her whenever I want, just because.
I love how her body reacts as my hands slip over her skin while I lather the body wash. No words are needed as we slip into a comfortable silence. We each feed off the cues our bodies give each other.
Once we’re both cleaned, I turn the water off and grab one of the big, fluffy towels and wrap it around Jillian, then pull her back to me to place a chaste kiss against her lips. “I’ll meet you in bed.”
“We need one of those.” She points to the heated towel rack.
“Done.” I didn’t miss how she said we, nor am I going to point it out right now. “I’ll order one from Amazon tomorrow.”
She smiles at me over her shoulder before walking out of the bathroom. I grab my own towel and quickly dry off before following her into the bedroom. I watch from a distance as she sits on the edge of the bed and rubs on her favorite lotion, and it hits me once again how much I missed these simple moments between the two of us. How intimate things like this can be, and how much of an ass I was to take it all for granted, then throw it all away so easily for something as stupid as partying it up with my single teammates and friends. Allowing the fame to become more important than staying in with my wife and kids, spending the quiet downtime with Jillian, making memories that would last well past my playing days.
Once she shuts the lotion bottle and sets it aside, I close the distance between where I stood and the bed. I pull the covers back, drop the towel from around my waist, and slide between the sheets. I pull the blankets back on her side and pat the bed next to my side. “Come here.”
I watch her every movement, and the way her eyes flick to mine as she bites her bottom lip. I take in her calculated, slow—way too fucking slow, if you ask me—movements as she slowly lifts her hand to the top of the towel tucked in between her breasts. My mouth waters as I wait for it to drop to the floor. The anticipation is killing me. Even though I’ve seen her naked thousands of times over the years and was just inside her minutes ago—twice tonight already—the anticipation is still high. My breath catches as her finge
rs finally, finally, pull the top of the towel free and she lets go of it. It quickly drops to the floor with a whoosh. She stands only a few feet from me, naked and beautiful.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growl as I hold my hand up for her to grab.
“You know, you already got me into bed, you don’t have to try and charm me anymore,” she says as she takes my hand and slides into bed next to me.
“I’m not trying to charm you, sweetheart. I’m just telling you the truth. You are fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, the only one I want to see.” I tug her closer to me. “The only one who can make me hard in a second flat,” I tell her as I grab her hand and wrap it around my hard cock.
“Just by biting this bottom lip.” I slide the pad of my thumb along her lip, pulling it from beneath her teeth. “I’ve never been so jealous of someone biting a lip before in my life.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she says, laughing and smacking her free hand against my chest. Her other hand—the one still wrapped around my cock—squeezes me slightly before she starts to lazily stroke me from root to tip, driving me fucking crazy. I bite my tongue to keep from telling her to speed up her movement, as I want her in charge, to see what she wants right now.
I roll onto my back when Jillian pushes against my chest, and rest my hands behind my head. I’m trying really hard to not take control, and keeping my hands pinned will at least slow me down from trying.
I watch her every move, from the way her hand looks wrapped around my aching cock, to how her body slides down the length of my body. Her lips map the ridges of my abs and they quake under her touch. The way she so expertly moves across each ridge and valley of my muscles, knowing exactly where to place her lips to drive me fucking crazy.
“Jill, baby.” I groan just as her lips wrap around the crown of my cock. “Fuuuuuck,” falls from my lips as she takes me deep into her mouth. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and she hums around me. The vibrations send chills up my spine and have my balls tightening. I’m like a fucking, horny-ass, fifteen-year-old getting his first blow job tonight with the way I’m ready to shoot off, and I’ve come twice already in the last hour alone. This woman is going to be the death of me.
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