by Cm Hutton
I covered myself with the sheet and turned on my side to look at his handsome face. I had to be honest with him. “Derek, I’m older than you…not by much, but older still. And I have three kids that are teenagers. I love spending time with you. But, you’re going to meet some lucky girl…a younger lucky girl that you’ll be able to build a life with, have kids with someday. Will that bother me? Well, right now I can honestly say hell yes, but it is what it is.” I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek.
“It would bother you?”
“Of course it would! I happen to think you’re pretty fabulous. Can we not talk about this? I want to enjoy our time together…however long that may be for us. Okay? And this subject makes me sad.”
Derek scooted closer to me, our nose touching, determination in his look. “I’ll let it go for now, but you should know that I’m not looking for anyone else. And I’m not letting you go. I love being with you, Claire. I think about you constantly and want you in my life. So, stop with all that other stuff. I am hereby calling you my girl.”
I laughed. “I’m not going to fight you right now, Derek.” Save that fight for later. “And I love being with you too.” I kissed his mouth with a tender peck. “Your girl? I think I like the sound of that.”
Derek jumped on me, pushing me into the mattress and tenderly kissed all over my body.
It was late afternoon before we left the room.
Chapter 17
Derek
I’d been quiet on the ride to Temecula that morning. At first, I’d been thinking about my bathroom incident at Claire’s house. But then my thoughts turned to Claire and all the new feelings she had stirring in me. The sudden urge to hold her—to touch her body had me reaching over, locking our finger together and kissing the back of her hand. She was mine…before she ever knew it.
I watched her sleep, curled up next to me, breeze floating through our hotel room. I was falling fast for my beautiful Claire. We’d made love, showered together, then made love again. By the time we left our room, it was almost dinnertime. We walked around the vineyard holding hands, sporting our obvious ‘sexed-up’ smiles on our faces. Neither of us had a lot to say, which seemed to make it all the more perfect.
My thoughts kept drifting back to two things…the sound of Claire’s loving voice as she talked to her children on the phone and the conversation we’d had about me having my own children…with someone else. That one bothered the fuck out of me. Somehow, I’d have to make her understand that she was worth more to me than whatever future she thought I deserved.
Claire shivered, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Hey, are you cold?”
“Kind of, but I’ll be okay.” We were both dressed in jeans, but I had a jacket on over my tee-shirt, whereas Claire only wore a thin, red silk fitted shirt that didn’t do much to keep the cool evening air from chilling her.
I took my jacket off, draped it over her shoulders and wrapped my arm around Claire, pulling her close. “Come on. Let’s go back to the room and order room service. We can wrap up in those fluffy bathrobes I saw hanging in the closet and stuff our faces with anything you want.”
She let out a big laugh. “That sounds very fattening and right up my alley.” Claire took a step out of my arms, grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the open lobby door. “Let’s go!”
“Someone’s awfully eager. Hungry?”
Claire looked back at me. “Hell yes! You didn’t feed me any lunch.”
“Oh, that’s right. I recall being a bit occupied during lunch.” I waggled my eyebrows.
She stopped suddenly and I nearly bumped into her. In a low, sexy voice Claire whispered, “I’ll admit that food wasn’t on my mind at the time, but it is now. So move your ass, hot stuff.”
Before she could move away, I grabbed her roughly around the waist and smashed our bodies together. “You’ve just given me a wonderful idea.” I leaned toward Claire’s slightly parted lips, but I didn’t kiss her. Instead, I barely rubbed mine against hers, then let go of her and walked off toward our room with a huge grin on my face. I didn’t have to look back to know she was standing…stock-still and stunned.
After a minute, I heard her feet padding quickly behind me. I was moving as fast as my knee would let me, which was too fucking slow at the moment. “You’re going to pay for that one,” she groaned out as she passed me and took off running to our room.
“Hey, no fair! You want me to injure myself. I can’t keep up with that pace and you know it.” I was yelling as she laughed and kept going. I picked up my pace, but could feel the strain on my knee so I slowed down. In the short distance, I saw Claire open the door to our room, then turn to stick her tongue out at me as she stepped inside and shut the door. Damn, I didn’t know she had a key to the room with her.
When I reached the door and tried to open it with my own keycard, I was stopped short by the weird horseshoe-shaped door blocker. “Uh, Claire honey? Are you going to let me in?”
She peaked through the small crack in the door and smiled. “Give me just a minute. Okay?”
I squinted my eyes at her. “Oookkkaaayyy.”
She shut the door in my face and I could hear her laughing. What the hell was she up to? I waited five long minutes, then knocked. She didn’t answer, so I tried my keycard and the door opened, this time with no resistance. I carefully stepped inside not knowing what to expect. It was pretty dark, but I could see candles lit on the little table near the couch and more illuminating from the bathroom. “Claire?” Nothing. I peeked into the bathroom. Candles, but no Claire. So, I walked around the one corner that was obstructing my view of the king sized bed. And there, looking like a dream was my beautiful Claire, laying on the bed, wearing one of the white robes delicately laid open showing off her bare skin in nothing but a pair of red see-thru lace panties.
“My God woman!” I pulled my jacket and shirt off in one move as I hurriedly strolled to the edge of the bed. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked a little nervous. I reached for her ankles and pulled her whole body to the edge of the bed. She didn’t make a sound, just watched my face. I ran my fingers slowly up her legs and she opened for me before wrapping her ankles around my back. I traced all around the outside edge of her lace panties, then bent down and kissed her center. “The things you do to me…”
Claire reached down and brushed her fingers through my short, wavy hair over and over, massaging as I placed kisses all around her covered wet folds. She arched her back and the robe fell all the way open revealing her beautiful, rosy pink breasts. I licked once down the very center of her lace then pushed myself up and closed my mouth over one breast. Claire still held my head in her hands. I looked up to see her watching me. She smiled a very small sexy smile, then blinked slowly and let out a deep breath.
I lifted my head up, releasing her breast and watched her face as I slipped my hand under the edge of her panties and pulled them over her hips. She lifted up and worked her legs to help me get them off. I stared at Claire’s naked body for several long seconds, all the while still being watched by her.
I kissed around her stomach then down to her folds. I licked right in the center of her wet opening causing a gasp to escape Claire’s mouth and her back to arch. I placed my right hand on her stomach to steady and relax her before I nipped her clit with my teeth, then massaged it with my tongue. She gripped my hair, pulling the shit out of it and I felt her pulsing against my mouth. My girl was so sensitive.
I kissed the insides of her thighs then up to her stomach before I laid my chin on her chest and looked up to watch Claire settle back down from her orgasm. Her small, satisfied grin did things to me that I wanted to admit to her, but wasn’t sure that I should, not yet at least.
“My God, you are so beautiful.”
“Thank you. You say that a lot, you know.” Her voice was raspy, sexy. “It’s really nice to hear.”
“It’s true. And you should get used to it because I plan on telling you every day. I don’t think you reali
ze what you’ve done to me.”
“Tell me.”
I stared into her big brown eyes, searching for any clue as to how she might react to what I was about to say. I saw what I hoped was the same thing I was feeling. So, I swallowed hard and chose my words carefully. “I want you. I want to know everything there is to know about you. I hate that he had all those years with you and didn’t love you the way you deserved. It’s my turn to love you, Claire. I want a chance to show you…to love you. I want you all to myself.”
Claire moved her hands from my hair to my cheeks and began rubbing small circles with her thumbs as she stared into my eyes. I saw tears building that she was desperately trying to hold back. She was afraid—not of me, but something. I knew it in the way she held onto me, like she needed to feel me close to her to know I was real. Now wasn’t the time to ask her, but I made a mental note to find out.
We watched each other’s faces and I waited to see if she would say anything. When I finally made the move to stand up, Claire sat up on the edge of the bed, with me still standing between her legs. She looked down and saw my hard cock still trapped in my jeans. She grinned then unbuttoned the top button, pulled down the zipper and pushed both my jeans and boxers down my legs. Before I could finish stepping out of them, her hand was wrapped around me…stroking, causing my knees to nearly buckle. “Claire…”
She let go, pushed me backwards and slid off the bed before grabbing my hand and leading me to a blanket laying on the floor near the balcony. I hadn’t been able to see it before, but apparently Claire had a place all set up for us to do…whatever.
Without a word, she guided me to lay down. There were more candles lit on the balcony that made everything look pretty spectacular. “Where did all these candles come from?”
“I’ll never tell,” she whispered as she dropped her robe, climbed on top of my body and began kissing my neck. Smartass.
She took my hands in hers and intertwined our fingers then moved them above my head like I had done with her earlier. “Hmm…”
“Yes?” She asked, looking up at me.
“Interesting.”
“Feel helpless?”
“No, just different. You should know that this”—he squeezed my hands—”won’t last long. Not touching is not an option for me.”
“Interesting.” She was smirking, making fun of me.
“No, really.”
“Be quiet.” She shook her head and slammed her mouth onto mine. I immediately shoved my tongue inside and ripped my hands away from her grip to grab the back of Claire’s head and hold her to me. I could tell she wanted to laugh, but got lost in our heated kiss. Her hands cupped my face and her body, fully laying on me, started to grind against mine. So. Fucking. Hot.
I didn’t notice her hand leave my face until I felt it grab my cock. Lifting her hips, Claire guided me into her so torturously slow that I was sure I’d come before I was even buried halfway inside. She broke our kiss, placed her forehead against mine, then sank down, taking all of me. “Better.”
“Huh?”
“I like this better. I like to feel you…here.” She moved, letting me know she enjoyed the feeling of me deep inside her walls.
The thought, while incredibly sexy, reminded me that once again we hadn’t used a condom. “Claire…” My breathing was labored as I tried desperately to hold on. “I need to put on a condom. It’s not too late, but you have to stop moving, baby.”
She smiled. “If you’re really that worried, then here.” Claire reached up behind my head, pulled the wrapped condom off the top of the bedside table where I’d left it earlier and handed it to me. “But I told you not to worry about it. I’m a grown woman and you’re a grown man. We’re not stupid.”
I stared at the wrapper, then back at Claire. “Screw it.” I snatched it out of her hand and threw it across the room, making her laugh.
“That-a-boy!” She pushed her hips further onto me and started to slowly draw herself up and down my shaft. “Derek…”
I ran my fingers up and down Claire’s back, caressing her as she rode me with a slow steady pace. “You feel so good.” I gripped her hair and forced her lips to mine. Our tongues worked in perfect rhythm with our grinding bodies. She fit me perfectly and right then and there I couldn’t imagine my future without Claire. “I need you.” I whispered my vow to her through our kisses.
Claire leaned back slightly and looked into my eyes. “I know. I need you too.”
I cupped her face. “I think you have me. I’m all yours.” She let out a small laugh then laid her forehead against mine, closed her eyes and as I wrapped my arms around her body, Claire took me deeper, rode my cock harder and drew every ounce of my release into her body as her walls squeezed me tighter with her own release. I was a man…pumping my seed into my beautiful girl. I knew she said she couldn’t have kids, but I felt the primitive ‘caveman’ in me take hold in what I was doing to her.
As we settled back to earth, Claire rolled to my side, completely naked and snuggled next to me. “You okay?”
“Yes.” She was quiet.
“Still hungry?” I asked.
“Sure.” I rolled to my side, kissed her red lips and tried to read what was going on in that head of hers.
“Something wrong?”
Claire ran her fingers through my hair, watching her own hand then cupped my cheek. “No, I’m just enjoying you. I want to remember all of our time together.”
I squinted my eyes. “Okay. But there will be many more days just like this one ahead of us…most will probably be even better.”
She smiled, not saying anything. I watched her face, but before she let it give too much away, Claire sat up, grabbed her robe, tying it as she turned to walk away and said, “Let’s order some room service.”
“Sure.” I stood and walked to grab my boxers. As I was pulling them on, I studied Claire’s face. Her features were soft, but there was something going on inside her head. I didn’t push it. Maybe it was the newness of it all.
We flipped through the menu, then settled on hummus and veggies, chocolate covered strawberries, and a giant chocolate lava cake that was featured on the front of the menu and looked too good to pass up. “I’m going to shower before the food gets here.” Claire announced before kissing me and walking to the bathroom.
“Okay.” I wanted to join her, but didn’t. I thought she might need some time alone.
After ordering our food, Claire and I both took a shower and snuggled together on the bed. I’d slipped on a pair of long, plaid pajama pants and Claire…of course, wore one of her sexy, silk shorts outfits with a matching skimpy top. Needless to say, I was having trouble focusing, but as we laid there on the bed, listening to music, I started the conversation. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Claire lifted her head from where it had been laying on my bare chest, then rested her chin so she could look at me. “I’ve had such a great time, Derek. I’m just thinking about life stuff…”
“Well, don’t. Not this weekend. It’s just you and me here, enjoying each other. Nothing to worry about.”
I kissed her forehead and she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She laid her head back on my chest and said, “Sounds good. And Derek?”
“What beautiful?”
“Thank you for all of this. It’s been amazing and just what I needed.” Her voice was too quiet.
“Anytime. I love being with you, Claire. You and I…we’re kindred souls. I believe it with all my heart. We understand each other.”
She didn’t respond. She just rubbed her hand across my naked chest and laid still. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what she was so worried about. I was afraid to push her, so I forced myself to let her have the silence and just wait.
By the time Room Service arrived, Claire seemed to have snapped out of whatever funk she’d been in and I was grateful.
“These strawberries are delicious. Oh my …” We were sitting cross-l
egged in the middle of the king size bed and she was enjoying one of the huge, chocolate dipped treats. And I was enjoying watching her.
“You have to stop moaning while you’re eating those.” I growled.
She laughed and wiped the juice off that had dripped down her chin. “Is that right?”
“Uh huh.”
“But they’re just so damn good! I can’t help it.”
We’d already eaten the hummus and I was nibbling on the chocolate lava cake. “Want more wine?”
“Sure. This has to be heaven. I mean, wine, chocolate cake, strawberries and a sexy man all right here wrapped into one? Has. To. Be.”
I leaned closer to Claire right as she was putting another strawberry into her mouth and whispered, “Sexy, huh?” I kissed the corner of her mouth, getting part of the berry on my lips. She froze, mouth wide open, then smiled, pulled the fruit away and turned her head to give me a soft kiss.
“Yes,” she said against my lips. “You know exactly how sexy you are, Derek London.” Just at that moment Ed Sheeran’s song Give Me Love came on the stereo. I raised an eyebrow and stared at my beautiful Claire. “Appropriate song.” She stared at me for a moment, then offered me her strawberry. I opened my mouth to take it, but instead of putting it inside, she first traced my upper and lower lips with it before letting me take a bite. She then leaned into me and lick the juice off. “I believe you win the sexy contest, baby.” No doubt.
“You taste really good.” I loved her sensuality, especially when she didn’t try to hide it. I let her move closer to me as her kisses got harder, more purposeful. She climbed to her knees and held my face in her hands. I laid back on the king sized bed slowly, gripping Claire around the waist as she push her tongue in and search my mouth. My hands roamed up and down Claire’s back and settled on her ass. I squeezed hard causing a gasp, then a tiny grin. She liked it, so I rubbed it with both hands, carefully exploring every inch. When my fingers ran down the center, she stopped grinding against me and pulled back to look at me. She didn’t say anything, just looked at my face for a few long seconds…studying me.
