Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 07

"You're pretty fantastic yourself," she replied, giggling after he released her lips from the tender kiss. She felt like a giddy high school girl all over again, slightly awkward but too happy to care. "Thank you."

"For what? The orgasm?"

Sarah laughed. "Yes. For being so gentle and wonderful."

The fact that she was thanking him for something that he felt like he should be giving her broke his heart a little. What kind of sex life had she had before him that she thought she should express her gratitude for something beautiful and natural? Derrick knew that he was falling more and more into the emotional connection between the two of them; his offer to take part in her restaurant had been a spontaneous thing, but he knew it was because he was in deeper with her than any woman he'd ever met before in his life. He liked the idea of being tied to her, of having her tied to him, so that he could take the time to get to know her better and continue doing what they were doing.

Everything about Sarah appealed to him. She was independent, smart, charming, funny and fun to be around. On the other hand she was also strangely vulnerable, appealed to his protective nature, and enjoyably innocent in a lot of ways. Derrick didn't want to just enjoy himself and run, like he had often before, with women who felt the same way. For the first time in his life, he found himself wanting to enjoy himself and stay and keep enjoying himself.

So he cuddled Sarah to his side and did something he'd never done before with a woman. He fell asleep.

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When Sarah woke up it was immediately obvious that she wasn't in the bed alone, but she also knew it wasn't Martin there with her. Sleeping in the bed with Martin had been about the same as sleeping alone, since they'd always woken up on completely opposite sides of the bed, not even touching. Derrick didn't sleep like that at all. Her back was pressed against his chest, his heavy arm draped over her waist keeping her tight against him, and his legs curled up under hers. The hard, insistent ridge pressed against her buttocks was probably why she had woken up.

For a few moments she toyed with the idea of morning sex. But she was too worried about morning breath, not to mention the fact that when she gently probed the soft folds between her legs she found them to still be sensitive to the touch. Despite her attempt to keep her movements small and unobtrusive, she apparently woken Derrick.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, burying his face in her gorgeous hair. The lovely flow of auburn was soft against his face and it smelled good, like delicate flowers and something distinctly Sarah. Waking up to find her pressed against him had been quite enjoyable. Why had he always resisted sleeping over at a woman's house before? Probably because most of the women who chased him weren't really looking for a future anyway, they hadn't been looking for more than fantastic sex and a muscular date. And occasionally a discount on his PI services. Not sweetly pliant, strangely innocent Sarah though. She was worth waking up next to, especially after the good night of sleep that he'd gotten.

"Good morning," she said, but she sounded a little strange. Not regretful, but anxious about something. Frowning, Derrick pulled away from her far enough that he could turn her onto her back so that he could see her face while still keeping his arm wrapped around her wonderful softness. She looked fantastic, all tousled and warm from sleep, the sheet just covering the soft mounds of her breasts. As her naked thigh pressed against his groin he was very aware that his body was more than ready for her again. But he also knew that he needed to give her more time to rest, so he just very gently leaned over and kissed her lips, brushing against them and then pressing down for a harder kiss.

When he pulled away Sarah's arms were clinging around his neck and her pale cheeks were becomingly flushed. She still looked anxious though. Maybe she was worried that he'd cut and run. Not damn likely. He'd get them some coffee and breakfast and see if that didn't help her worries.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, slipping from the bed and pulling on his pants from last night. Sarah sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. The disarray of her hair was so incredibly cute and yet wonderfully sexual, chipping away at his resolve to let her body get some rest from his erotic demands. The worry still hadn't gone from her face, which confused him. Maybe she just wasn't fully awake yet. "Do you mind if I rummage through your kitchen and get some breakfast ready."

"Yes, yes that's fine," Sarah said, running a hand over her hair. She was incredibly confused. Derrick was obviously still aroused, but he had covered himself up instead of pleasuring himself with her again. Part of her was relieved because she had wanted more time for the overused area between her legs to recover, but she also found herself feeling rather disappointed. Not to mention worried that he'd lost interest in her already. She was sure that he was used to much more experienced lovers than she knew herself to be, but she'd been hoping that perhaps her enthusiasm for him might help counteract that.

Glancing over at the mirror on her vanity, she could just see herself in it now that she was sitting up, Sarah's mouth dropped open in horror. No wonder Derrick wasn't interested in having sex with her, even with an erection! Her hair was an absolute mess, there were a few dark smudges under her eyes from not taking off her make-up last night, and her face was flushed and blotchy. Before she knew it she had hopped out of bed, completely forgetting her completely naked state, and was across the room grabbing up her hairbrush, running it through her hair.

"What are you doing?" asked Derrick, incredibly amused. He hadn't missed the look on her face, although he didn't understand what had her so upset, but he wasn't unhappy about watching all of her delicious female curvy parts jiggling as she had bolted over to the vanity. A gloriously naked Sarah firwst thing in the morning was a very nice sight to see.

Realizing what she had done, and the fact that she was naked, Sarah's blush felt like it was heating her entire body. She turned to scurry back to the bed and cover herself up again, but Derrick had already moved around behind her, his large bulk standing between her and the bed.

"Um," she said as he came closer, her head tilting back to continue looking up at him. Shirtless and in slightly wrinkled slacks he was still far too good looking. It really wasn't fair that he didn't have any hair to get messed up, his dark skin never showed a blush, and the defined muscles covering his frame didn't jiggle one bit. Just looking at him made Sarah feel frumpy and unattractive, at least until she looked in his eyes and saw the growing desire reflected there. It also occurred to her that the bulge in the front of his pants hadn't gone down one bit.

Derrick pressed two fingertips under her chin, tilting her head up even further as he bent down to kiss her, running his tongue over her lips before pulling away. Sarah stared up at him, transfixed.

"You look beautiful first thing in the morning," he said softly.

Embarrassed by his perceptiveness, Sarah lowered her eyes, although he didn't let her pull her face away from his hand. "Then why don't you... I mean... I thought..." She glanced up at him to see him arching an eyebrow at her as she stammered. Exasperated Sarah let out a huff of air. "You're hard."

"So I am," Derrick said, chuckling. "But I'm trying to be a gentleman because I thought you might still be sore."

"I am," she admitted.

"So let me be a gentleman. I'm going to go make us some breakfast." And then he kissed her again, quite thoroughly, pulling her into his arms so that he could press his body against hers and show her exactly how much he wanted to NOT be a gentleman. Then he pulled away and left the room, whistling cheerfully and leaving a rather confused, but happy, woman behind him.