Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 07

Author's Note: This is a series written at a reader's request; thank you for the fantastic idea!

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Derrick couldn't believe how good Sarah looked when she opened the door. Being so much taller than her was definitely a bonus when she wore a low cut dress like that, he had the most incredible view of her creamy cleavage. That was the first place his eyes went, in fact, before he dragged them up to her killer smile as she watched him look her over. The dress hugged every single one of her curves, and the deep purple made her hair stand out like a flame as it waved back from her shoulders in long tendrils. She'd done something with make-up that made her hazel eyes look huge in her face, and her lips look eminently soft and kissable. Sarah stepped back to let him in, and he was able to admire the way her skirt rippled around those killer legs, which looked fantastic in some very high heels. Even wearing those she was so tiny that if he wanted to follow his body's response he'd have to pick her up to hold her against the wall and...

Yeah. Snap back to attention and be a gentleman.

Stepping through the doorway he shoved his hands in his pockets, to ensure that he would keep them to himself. Otherwise they'd never get to dinner.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She smiled back at him with pleasure. "You're looking pretty good yourself."

It was true. Even if she hadn't had her usual, immediate reaction of damp panties the second she'd opened the door and seen the outline of his muscular body, a good long look at him would have provided the same response. He was wearing black slacks that made him look even taller, a crisp white button down shirt that contrasted sharply with his skin and the pants, and a medium gray jacket. It was like looking at a piece of chiaroscuro artwork. A sexy, masculine piece that would have women crowded around it to admire the clean lines and foreboding authority. Whereas she was all bright colors, he was shadows and light; despite her doubts about her own level of attractiveness she knew they were going to look incredibly good together tonight.

Grabbing her purse, a simple silver clutch that matched her shoes, Sarah was very aware of Derrick's eyes following her every move. Just the way he watched her made her feel sexy and desirable. She still couldn't believe her luck that he wanted to see her again, and apparently for more than sex. If he'd called and asked to just come over and pleasure her silly again she would have told him that she was too sore today, but tried to make plans for tomorrow. Instead he wanted dinner. For business, he'd said, but also just because he wanted to see her.

She felt as anxiously giddy as a high school girl at prom.

And just as special as Derrick escorted her out the door and to his car, his eyes shining with admiration the entire way as he asked how her day was. Huffing a laugh, considering the very hectic past 12 hours, she said it had been fine, but he could tell there was obviously more to the story. Even though she was all for females rights and equality, she still thought it was a nice touch that he opened the door for her and helped her in.

"So where are we going?" she asked brightly as he got into the car.

"My favorite restaurant," he said. "Well, my favorite restaurant before I tried eating at Polenta."

Sarah laughed. "You don't have to say Polenta is your new favorite."

"But what if it is?" Derrick gave her a sidelong grin, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites, as he pulled down the street and headed out to the main road. She found herself fascinated with the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, making her remember the way he'd gripped her limbs last night. Licking her lips, she smiled back at him.

"Well then I'm glad to hear it."

Derrick's car was obviously only a couple years old, not very flashy (not that Sarah knew much about cars) and incredibly comfortable. She preferred clothe seats to leather, she hated the way the latter stuck to her skin in the summer. Or the winter when the heat was on high enough to warm it up. It was a bigger car than Martin and she had ever had, but Derrick also needed a lot more space to fold his large frame into. The space between them seemed to loom and she wished that she was closer to him.

"You still didn't tell me where we're going."

He laughed. "Persistent little thing aren't you?" Coming from someone else she may have apologized for pushing things, but Derrick just sounded amused and indulgent, so Sarah grinned at him, daring to reach across the space over the emergency break and cup holders and poke his arm. Geezus. Her eyes bulged. It was like poking a tree trunk, there was absolutely no give to that muscle. "Hey now, now poking, that's not nice. We're going to Founded by Farmers."

Reaching towards her, Derrick scooped her hand up in his, completely engulfing it. Sarah flushed with pleasure again at the contact, his thumb stroking gently across her knuckles. Just that one small touch and suddenly her entire body felt like a spark had been lit within her. The palm of his hand was just as smooth as she remembered, despite the callouses that indicated he was no stranger to work. Just the kind of hands that turned a woman on.

"Oh, I've heard of them. They're farm to table, right?" She worked on keeping her voice casual, even though she was squeezing her legs together because she was so turned on. The soreness of her tender folds did nothing to decrease her arousal.

"Yep." Derrick gave her a pleased smile. "I think you'll like it a lot."

"So what did you do today?" she asked, partly to keep the conversation going and partly out of genuine interest.

"Ah... well. Did you want to talk business now or at the restaurant?"

Hmm. That was a good question. "Now please, that way we can get it out of the way before dinner."

For a moment she felt a little worried that she had mistaken his intention for asking her out, but the squeeze he gave her hand and the approving smile on his face told her that he liked the idea of spending dinner getting to know each other better instead of talking about the case that she'd hired him for. So he told her about dropping off the books at Nick's and his friend's hope that they might be able to figure out exactly how much money and where it had gone based off of the notes Martin had left. Sarah listened intently, chewing her lower lip. She was glad that they were talking about this now, her stomach was all in knots and if they'd tried to talk about it over dinner she would have been too angry to eat.

By the time they got to the restaurant they'd moved onto Sarah's day and she told him about Patricia's offer to buy a portion of Vincent's share of Polenta, Vincent's immediate capitulation and his sudden disappearance from the restaurant, and the lawyer's call during the afternoon.

"I'm going over tomorrow to the attorney's office tomorrow with a check," she finished up her story, just as their meals arrived at the table. Sarah hadn't been able to resist the "Adult Grilled Cheese" dinner consisting of a grilled cheese sandwich with gouda, provolone and prosciutto with a side of roasted red pepper and tomato soup. Derrick thought she looked utterly adorable dipping the corner of her sandwich into the creamy red soup and eating it just like a little kid.

"How are you going to pay for the portion of his share that Lloyd and Patricia aren't buying, if you don't mind my asking." Waiting for her answer, Derrick dug into his own meal of country fried steak, mashed potatoes and green beans.

Sarah made a face. "I'm going to have to dip into the savings account, although Martin didn't put aside nearly as much as he told me. Hopefully I don't end up needing the money for anything else anytime soon, but I don't think I can find another buyer on such short notice."

"What about me?" Derrick asked. The words were out of his mouth before he could think them through, but as Sarah gaped at him his mind raced ahead of him. It wasn't a bad idea at all, actually. He'd enjoyed the tour that he'd gotten of the restaurant before, it was obviously successful, and he had been looking to get out of the PI business. Cooking and food was something he actually knew about and he was good at working with people. And if anyone tried to mess with Sarah or her restaurant he'd be there to hunt them down. The idea was sounding better and better as he thought about it.

Completely taken aback it took Sarah a few minutes to answer. Her own thoughts were along the same line as Derrick's, from what she'd seen of his people and cooking skills, but she was worried about their personal life as well. They hadn't known each other for very long, would he want to keep seeing her in a more than business partners and friendly way if they were both involved in the restaurant?

"Are you sure?" she asked, feeling anxious and unsure whether she wanted him to say yes or no. "What happens um, between us if.... I mean..."

"We work it out," Derrick said, shrugging and reaching out to take her free hand, the one that didn't have a sandwich half in it. "I want to keep seeing you if you're amenable and if we end up deciding not to see each other anymore then I promise I won't leave you high and dry on the business end. Or you can buy my share out then, once you've gotten more in your savings account. But I'd like to try. I told you I've been wanting to do something new, and this fits so well with the things that I enjoy I feel like I'd be an idiot to pass up an opportunity like this. Not to mention that it gives me an excuse to spend even more time with you."

The confident smile he gave her sent shivers whizzing right through her susceptible body. Sarah's fingers curved around his hand, squeezing it tightly to try and express all the things she couldn't bring herself to say.

"I'm amenable," she whispered. This kind of honest come-on was completely new to her, and Derrick's obvious interest in her and his self confidence in expressing it kept her off balance. She was so glad that he was still interested in her, and yet unsure if it was too soon for the overwhelming feelings and attraction that was always sweeping through her in his presence. In some ways she felt more connected to him than she ever had to Martin, as if Derrick understood her on a deeper level even in the short time that they'd known each other. Certainly he seemed to have more respect and interest in what had happened during her day than Martin ever had.

So they ended up talking some business during dinner after all, and Derrick was relieved to hear that he had more than enough to buy out the portion of Vincent's share that Patricia and Lloyd weren't taking. After that the conversation turned to their pasts, learning more about each other's school days and the trouble they'd each gotten into. Sarah was completely taken aback by Derrick's descriptions of eavesdropping on his neighbors as a teenager, usually by climbing onto their roofs. He told her a hilarious story about how he'd almost been caught and had ended up having to jump off of one of the roofs - right into a compost bin. That was the one and only time he'd gotten caught, since it was pretty obvious from the smell that he was the culprit.

After dinner Derrick took Sarah back to her house and walked her to the door.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said, looking up at him, not sure whether or not he was going to kiss her but definitely hoping that he would. Automatically her lips parted invitingly.

And he was not the guy to turn down that kind of invitation.

"Me too," he said as he pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to hers. Even though she was in heels, Sarah went up on tiptoes to meet his kiss, and Derrick groaned, his hard arms practically picking her up off the ground as he held her against him. Their tongues danced together, his lips sealed against hers, and heat flowed through her body.

When he pulled away her lips were swollen as she swayed in the circle his arms made around her. "Would you like to come inside?" she asked, and then bit her lip remembering that she was still really sore from the night before. "Um... I'm not sure I'll be able to... I mean..."

"You're still sore," he said, his eyes filled with laughter as he looked down at her.

"Yes," she replied, feeling the hot blush rising in her cheeks.

"That's just what a man likes to hear," he said, kissing her again. Sarah moaned into his mouth, letting her body arch and press against him, feeling his hard bulge pressing against her upper stomach. "There are other things we can do." She shivered and nodded as his lips moved over her ear and down her neck. Turning, she felt him press against her back, his hands caressing her stomach and moving upwards to her breasts as she unlocked the door, trembling so much that she actually missed the key hole a couple times. Which gave Derrick ample opportunity to cup and squeeze her breasts, his lips brushing the sides of her neck.

Sarah shoved the door open and was turning to grab at him when he scooped her up in his arms, making her giggle madly as he strode purposefully into the house and kicked the front door shut behind him.

"That's hot," she said, dropping her purse and keys to the floor and grabbing his collar. Pulling herself up, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, reveling in his low groan as the sensation went straight to his dick.

With her soft curves pressing against his body and her teeth nibbling at his sensitive lobe, Derrick hurried up the stairs as fast as he could go, the span of his right hand gripping her ass cheek and kneading it. Not making love to her was going to be torturous, but he'd get his hands on her however he could. When they got to the bedroom Sarah released his earlobe and started unbuttoning his shirt. Her eager wantonness was an incredible turn on and he let her legs go, letting them drop to the floor, although he kept his other arm securely wrapped around his waist.

Clothing fell as they kissed and moved towards the bed, Sarah's backward steps in heels making her wobbly but she knew that Derrick wouldn't let her fall. Just as they reached the piece of furniture he kicked off his own shoes and pants, hoisting her up and pressing himself against her. She moaned as wetness seeped through her pussy.

Poking him in the chest with her finger, Sarah pulled her mouth away.

"Get on the bed," she ordered, eyes sparkling. There was something she had always wanted to do, something Patricia said that Lloyd loved but Sarah had always been too scared to bring up to Martin. Somehow she didn't think Derrick would mind.

He laughed at her sudden show of bossiness. Normally he liked being in charge, but the petite redhead was so cute in her excitement that he didn't mind giving her control for a little bit. After all, they were both aware that he could take it back anytime they liked. Lying down in the center of the bed, Derrick wrapped his hand around himself and stroked, looking at her with a lazy smile.

"Scoot down," she said, climbing up on the bed next to him. Amused, he followed her orders, scooting down a few inches so that his feet were at the very end of the bed and his head was no longer resting on the pillows.

To his delight Sarah spread her creamy thighs and straddled his face, giving him a first rate view of her leaking folds, still slightly reddened from the workout he'd put them through last night. Removing his hand from himself, he reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as she leaned over, her thighs spreading even more to lower her gorgeous pussy to his mouth. As he began gently tonguing her outer labia, teasing her, he felt a delicate hand wrap around the base of his dick as her own tongue laved over the tip.

Immediately his hips thrust upwards, wanting more contact.

Sarah didn't have much experience with blow jobs, she'd only given a few in her entire life, but she wanted to pleasure Derrick. Too nervous to try and put him in her mouth right away, she licked up and down his length like he was a giant lollipop, teasing him with her tongue and the press of her lips as she discovered his sensitive spots. She could tell that he liked it, but she didn't realize exactly how wild she was driving him until his hands became rougher on her breasts from his passion. But he remained considerate of her tender core, his mouth gentle as he laved away the soreness, teasing arousal and pleasure from her aching folds.

The consideration he was showing her with his gentle touches to her sore folds, allowing her to experience pleasure despite their increased sensitivity, touched Sarah more than physically. It also gave her the courage to open her mouth and slide his dark shaft between her rose lips. Derrick shuddered beneath her, moaning as her pale hands splayed across his muscular thighs, his thick meat filling her mouth.

Feeling him in her mouth, the thick shaft pressing heavily on her tongue, was incredibly erotic. Especially because he was simultaneously licking and pleasuring her wonderfully. When a finger ran lightly over her anus, teasing the sensitive nerves there, she tensed and then relaxed, moaning as she realized that it felt good. The vibrations of her moan caused Derrick's hips to jerk upwards as they played over his erection, and he pressed his finger a little more firmly against her anus, rubbing it gently.

He couldn't believe how responsive and eager a lover Sarah was, despite the fact that he'd over extended her body the night before. The dark pink of her pussy was gorgeous, cupped between the creamy paleness of her thighs and buttocks. The teasing of her mouth and now her eagerness at sucking him was incredibly hot. Soft breasts pressed against his stomach, her hard nipples rubbing against the firm muscles of his belly, and he found it harder and hard to control himself as he ate her out.

The lubricated tip of his finger pressed into her back door and Sarah cried out with the incredible pleasure. Derrick's mouth was becoming more insistent and the throbbing ache between her legs increased, her hips moving up and down over his face as her body's natural instincts took over. The soreness of her pussy was lost in a release of adrenalin and endorphins as her orgasm started to build.

More and more of Derrick's cock slipped between her lips as her body undulated on top of him, the eager sucking of her mouth as she lost herself in pleasure helping her throat to relax. She'd never had much of a gag reflex anyway, and it wasn't until her lungs were burning for air that she realized she'd taken him deep into her throat. Derrick's heavy groans into her pussy vibrated the tender folds. Bobbing her head up and down on top of him, she was on automatic, feeling almost delirious with the sensations that were coiling inside of her.

The tip of his finger pressing deeper into her anus completed the full feeling that she needed and she cried out around the meat in her mouth as ecstasy shuddered through her body. Derrick's hips lifted, muffling her cries. Her throat rippled around him and she sucked hard, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as her cream dripped down into his mouth, his finger moving back and forth in her anus as she shook with ecstasy. The meat in her mouth swelled and pulsed, and she swallowed as jets of frothy cum shot into her body, still quivering from her own orgasm.

Derrick's loud groans of pleasure into her pussy sent a few more ripples of pleasure spasming through her satiated body. Sarah felt incredibly proud of herself for having tried something new and have it go so successfully. Letting his shrinking dick fall from her mouth, she shifted herself around to snuggle up to him.

"You're incredible," he told her, securing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her upwards for a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips but she didn't care. If he was willing to kiss her after she'd swallowed his cum then she could deal with it too. Somehow with Derrick it didn't seem gross or unsanitary, it didn't seem to matter at all.