Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 04

Their movements slowed as they shuddered out the last wringing aftershocks of orgasmic rapture. Sarah felt absolutely blissful, completely satiated. Derrick's heavy weight on top of her was almost delicious, heavy but not crushing. She felt warm and protected beneath him. Running her fingers along his inky-dark shoulders, she kissed the broad chest in front of her.

Derrick chuckled and rolled to the side of her, scooting down on the bed so that they were face to face. His crotch was covered with her cream and she could feel his cum dripping out of her sore pussy. It was perfect. They exchanged small kisses, looking at each other with something like wonderment.

All of the sudden Sarah's face tightened with something like horror and then segued into relief and trepidation.

"What?" asked Derrick.

"I'm not on birth control," Sarah said, and then hurriedly continued. "Don't worry though, I'm at the completely wrong time in my cycle. And I'll take a morning after pill."

To his utter shock, the first emotion Derrick had when Sarah said she wasn't on birth control was pure, unadulterated masculine triumph. He liked the idea that she was unprotected. Which was unheard of for him. Then again, having sex with a woman without asking if she was protected was unheard of for him. And considering how many women Martin had been screwing, although at least he'd seen condoms in all of the pictures, they probably should have used protection. But he'd wanted to be snugly encased in her wet pussy, skin to skin, and even now he couldn't find himself regretting it. Of course if they both tested for something nasty he would.

The same play of emotions seemed to swell over Sarah, her thoughts completely in line with his.

"Oh God... Martin... I have to get tested for... oh Derrick I'm so sorry, I wasn't even thinking."

Of course not. She'd only ever had sex with one man besides him, and not much of a man in Derrick's opinion, she'd lived her entire life assuming she was safe.

"It's okay," he said, pulling her in close and comforting her. "You go to the doctor regularly, right?"

"Yes," she replied, relaxing. "Every year for a physical. And they do blood work."

"Then you're probably okay."

"I'm going to get a full screening, just in case."

Derrick nodded, stroking the silky softness of her hair. Unbelievably having her pressed up against him, despite the discussion, was giving his dick ideas all over again. She was just so soft and curvy, so delectably feminine. And the startling contrast of her ivory and flame against his black night coloring was breathtaking.

"I'm clean," he said.

"Okay." She breathed a sigh of relief.

So incredibly trusting. He wasn't sure he deserved that but he sure as hell wasn't going to let her down.

"So why aren't you on birth control?" he asked and then immediately shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

Sarah laughed. "No, I understand. But Martin and I never needed it. He wasn't very interested in having kids and he was totally against doing anything 'unnatural' so I just never used it." Her face fell a little. "Although now I wonder if that was the whole truth."

Immediately Derrick felt like an idiot, bringing that mess back to her attention, and he stroked the hair back from her face, trying not to think about how good it felt just to be touching her. He barely knew this woman but every cell in his body was screaming various messages to him, all along the lines of 'protect' and 'claim.' Good thing she didn't know or she'd probably run screaming.

"You wanted kids?" Dammit, why couldn't he just leave it alone? Her face got even sadder at the question.

"Yes."

That one quiet word broke his heart. Another way in which her asswipe of a husband had let her down. The cell in his body that were rooting for 'claiming' were making his dick stir the longer he lay next to her, wanting to plant his seed in her again. Not an urge he'd ever had before.

"There's still time," he said, doing his best not to sound excited about that. Or like he wanted to be the one having them with her. Even though he kind of did.

Fortunately at that moment his stomach rumbled and Sarah laughed. "Would you like some dinner? It's been awhile since lunch, I'm sure I can whip something up."

"Tell you what, do you trust me in your kitchen?" She nodded immediately. Of course she did. The woman had let him into her home, asked him to investigate her most private affairs, turned to him when she was feeling undesirable, and believed him when he said he was clean after he'd just rode her bareback. "You go take a nice relaxing bath and I'll whip up something for us."

"Oh you don't have to do that," she said, but her eyes were big and wistful, like it was the nicest thing anyone had ever offered to do for her.

"I like cooking, you go. Bath." He sat up and helped her off the bed, feeling way too pleased about the way his cum looked coating her skin and making her inner thighs all nice and shiny. Taking a few tissues he cleaned himself off quickly enough and then pulled on his jeans and shirt again before urging Sarah towards the bathroom. She seemed rather reluctant to go, but he insisted.

And on his way to the kitchen he'd take care of a little clean-up in the office.