Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 08

"That smells delicious," she said, watching as he slid the delicate fish into the pan to sauté. Another pan already held a mix of asparagus and oranges simmering in some kind of sauce that was slowly reducing, which would probably be going over the fish when it was finished. On the counter a rice maker was filled with steam. Once again she was impressed, not just with his culinary skills but with his care in making her a delicious meal. She was really starting to feel bad about not having returned the favor yet.

"Hopefully it will taste delicious too," he said, winking at her as he leaned over for a quick kiss. The gesture made her heart flutter, she couldn't believe that a man who was feeling casual about her would do that so naturally. Tilting her head to lean against the doorway she smiled back at him, feeling happier than she had in years. But that's not the real reason she'd come in here to talk to him.

"Did you end up finding anything out about Victor?" she asked. "After the strange way he was acting yesterday when Patricia and I confronted him, and his insistence that the deal for selling out his shares go through this morning for noon... I just can't help but feel like there's something going on that I don't know about."

Derrick winced. He'd forgotten to call Nick. Again. "I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier. I've got a voicemail from my accountant friend that I told you about, still waiting to be listened to one my phone. I'm hoping that he'll have some insights for use. I'll call him back after dinner."

"Oh good," Sarah smiled up at him. "No apologies necessary, I was just wondering. I know I've kept you a bit busy today. And last night." The last three words just seemed to slide out of her, in a lowered tone that made her blush furiously even as she said the words. No, she wasn't quite ready to play seductress, but at the same time she'd enjoyed trying. The heated look that Derrick gave her before he snaked out his arm, wrapping it around her waist and bending it back for a much deeper and more thorough kiss than the one he'd giving her a few minutes ago, made her attempt worth it. He didn't seem to mind that she turned into a tomato at the first hint of innuendo, no matter how subtle.

"I'd like to keep you busy tonight again, if that's okay with you," he said, his eyes glinting down at her. The sheer magnetism of this gentle giant had Sarah enthralled as she stared up at him. Her heart was pounding as she flicked her tongue out to lick suddenly dry lips. The expression on Derrick's face as his eyes dropped to her mouth sent lust surging through her. He chuckled, and she swore she could feel it all the way down to where liquid heat was pooling in her core. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Oh," said Sarah, blushing furiously again as she realized that she'd gotten too distracted by her arousal to answer him. "I'm sorry."

"Sweetheart, you can look at me like that anytime," he replied, chuckling again as he released her. Sarah leaned against the doorway again, although much less casually this time and more because she actually needed it to help support her trembling body. This time she remained silent, just watching him move. While part of her might want to continue to ponder the mystery of Vincent, all she could think about now was how incredible Derrick made her feel, how sexy he was as he plated their food. Her nipples tightened just thinking about what was in store after dinner. This would be their first time having sex at his house. The fact that they'd soon have been intimate in both of their homes seemed to mean something, although Sarah was too timid to actually admit to herself just how much it meant to her.

Dinner was delicious. Of course. She hadn't expected anything else. And eating at his table, playing footsie with him as she ate the delicate fish with the flavorful oranges and asparagus, made her feel like a little kid again. They talked about the restaurant a little bit, but mostly about their childhoods, trying to top each other with the funniest or most outrageous story. She even found herself telling him about the time in middle school when she'd accidentally run face first into a locked door, trying to escape the humiliation of having her friends point her out to the guy she liked, only to end up humiliating herself in a different way entirely.

Of course, as soon as they both had clean plates she became anxious again. She'd also had several glasses of wine, enough to make her feel warm and fizzy with anticipation. When she licked her lips after the last bite, sweeping away the small drop of sauce that had been caught, Derrick's eyes locked onto her mouth like a homing beacon. The smoldering heat in his eyes nearly made her moan, she was so turned on just by having him look at her. It was like her body had become primed for him - she was Pavlov's dog and he really rang her bell.

The analogy made her giggle.

"What?" asked Derrick. Sarah just shook her head, unable to answer as she laughed even harder at the thought of trying to explain her amusement. No way was that happening. He mock scowled at her. "You'd better tell me," he said threateningly, but Sarah just laughed harder. She was still laughing as he growled at her and practically darted around the table, scooping her up in his arms and heading to the back of the condo where the bedrooms were located.

"The dishes!" she managed to say between giggles.

"Later," he said as he strode into his room. "I have to find out what's so amusing in that pretty head of yours."

Sarah shook her pretty head, her blush blooming again.

"Mmmm I think I can torture it out of you," he said playfully as he tossed her to the middle of his bed, crawling up behind her and over her, trapping her between his knees and hands on either side of her body. Sarah reached up and caressed his face, admiring the glorious contrast of their skin tones. In that moment she decided she wasn't even going to bother trying to get a tan ever again. She'd never been able to achieve much color and she loved the way her creamy tone looked against the jet black of his skin. The alcohol was making it hard for her to concentrate on one thing at a time. "Is it something about me?"

"Ding ding ding!" Sarah said and then burst into hysterical laughter, so much so that her sides ached as Derrick stared down at her in complete astonishment. The look on his face set her off again and her eyes filled with tears at the force of her amusement.

"I'm not sure I like you laughing at me," he said bemusedly, starting to unbutton her shirt. Sarah managed to stifle the hilarity back down to giggles, helped along by the coiling tension that was beginning between her legs as his fingers stroked the soft skin of her stomach. When his lips followed his fingers she let out a small gasp of pleasure that turned into a moan as he cupped her breasts, caressing them through the fabric of her bra. It didn't take long for Derrick to strip her to her waist, his mouth and hands eager to worship the creamy mounds with their sweet pink tips. Sarah's legs wrapped around his body, hiking up the skirt she was wearing, as she tried to rub herself against him. Holding his head in her hands, she arched her back upwards at the wonderful sensation of him suckling at her nipple, his dark hands full of her ivory flesh.

"Derrick, please!" she begged as he continued to lave her breasts with affection, ignoring her squirming lower body. She needed him to touch her, lower, fill her.

"Please what?" he asked, giving her an almost mischievous look as he ran his tongue across her nipple. Sarah shuddered and moaned, the beautiful pink flush spreading across her face again. "Tell me what you want Sarah, and I'll do it."

"Touch me." Her voice and eyes were pleading.

"I am touching you."

"Under my skirt, please Derrick."

"Say it Sarah."

A few more moments of squirming beneath him, her hot little body trapped and unable to get the friction she wanted, needed from him. "Touch my pussy please," she whispered. Derrick gave a low groan at her soft words, practically tearing her skirt and panties away from her body. The primly proper Sarah saying words like that, in her breathy little voice, was almost unbearable. Despite the fact that she'd been a married woman until a couple of months ago, there was something so incredibly innocent about her as if she was just learning about her sexuality.

"Like this, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning over her so that he could fully see her expression as he stroked his fingers up the center of her folds, circling her clit and coating it with juices.

"Yes!" Sarah cried out, her hips moving against his hand as she clutched at the front of her shirt. The wild look in her eyes made him feel about ten feet tall, that he could elicit this passionate response from a woman who was usually so reserved, so in control. "Please... put your finger in me... and..." her voice trailed off and she blushed even harder, some sense coming back into her eyes.

"And what?" Derrick asked, suddenly dying to know. The combination of a few glasses of wine and his teasing had uninhibited her a little bit, but apparently not all the way. What more did she want?

Sarah shook her head.

Lowering his head to her chest, Derrick sucked her nipple into his mouth again, biting down on the sensitive bud and rolling it through his teeth as his fingers dipped very briefly into her hot little hole, not going further than teasing the entrance to her body. Sarah cried out, thrashing beneath him hard enough that the top two buttons of his shirt ripped off, baring some of his chest to her. Immediately she slid her hands in, touching him and trying to tease him back.

"What were you going to say, Sarah?" His voice was demanding as he ran his thumb across her clit, torturing her wonderfully. He knew he had to get the answer out of her soon, her hands running across his chest was quickly unraveling the self control he was restraining himself with. Nothing would make him happier right now than to bury himself between her thighs, but he didn't want any part of her desires to go unexplored. There was nothing that he didn't want to give to her.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her cheeks blazed with color. The whisper was so low he almost didn't hear it. "Touch my butt please."

The soft request was like a tidal wave ripping through him, shredding his control. Dirty, passionate Sarah, hiding beneath the prim exterior of a housewife. Fortunately he was still mostly clothed or he would have buried himself inside of her right then. The fact that his pants were still on was the only reason he had any restraint left.

Sliding down the bed he grabbed her beneath her knees and forced her to bend in half, his hands pressing against the folded backs of her knees and tilting her hips up, offering her splayed pink pants to his eager mouth. The sweet taste of her exploded on his tongue as he delved between her slick folds, causing her to spasm against his mouth. The cries of pleasure coming from her throat increased under his oral assault. When he moved his mouth down to rub his tongue over her exposed anus her hips bucked so hard that she almost threw him off. He did it again, enjoying the feel of the little crinkles of her rosebud.

"Fuck!"

Oh hell no. The crude word flying out of Sarah's mouth as he tongued her ass was too much. Derrick didn't have time to fully undress, he got his pants down to mid-thigh, his shirt still hanging partially torn open on his upper body, and he was on top of her, kissing her deeply. Moaning and shuddering beneath him, Sarah spread her legs farther as she felt the head of his cock pushing into her sore pussy. She had recovered just enough that she could accommodate him. Although Derrick tried to go slowly, to give her time to adjust, the slick erotic glide into her body frayed his restraint. His cock pushed deep, moving her muscles out of the way and burying its length inside of her as she clenched around him.

"Oh my god you're so big," Sarah said, moaning. Shit. The last of Derrick's iron control shredded and he began to thrust, hard and fast into her willing but strained body.

Sarah cried out, arching beneath him as his cock plundered her. The aching soreness between her legs that had taken days to subside was wiped away in a wave of ecstatic quivering as the endorphins and adrenaline pumped through her body. The drawn out foreplay, the begging, and her forced dirty talk had turned Sarah on immeasurably, especially admitting that she had enjoyed having Derrick touch her most forbidden hole and then having him lick her there. This was sinful sex, the kind of passion she'd only dreamed about before reality with Martin had swept those half realized fantasies away under lackluster and passionless coupling.

Feeling Derrick moving inside of her, the thick girth of his dark cock stretching her open, made Sarah feel like an entirely new woman. One who was brazenly sensual, openly erotic. The ecstasy rushing through her body was kicking down her normal modesty.

"Fuck me, oh Derrick fuck me hard!"

Shit, the woman had no idea what she was doing to him. If he didn't get her to shut up soon then he'd explode inside of her without even giving her the chance to cum, and there was no way he was missing on out the incredible feeling of her pussy convulsing around him as she came apart beneath him. So he kissed her, deep and hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the same way he was thrusting deep into her body. The exquisite tightness of her channel tugged at him, sucking him back in every time he pulled his hips away.

It was at the last moment, just as her body tensed beneath him, that he realized he wasn't wearing a condom. Again. Sarah's screams of rapture filled the room, her small pale body shuddering as her nails dug into the upper part of his buttocks, hugging him against her splayed legs. The combination of her colossal orgasm and the idea of impregnating her set him completely over the edge and he spurted, deep inside of her before he could pull out; his need to possess her and claim her as his own overtaking his sensibilities.

Half collapsing on top of her as, he could feel the occasional quiver of her insides, tensing around him and making him thrust a little in response. The aftershocks of their lovemaking was damn near as powerful as the foreplay. In fact.... Derrick pulled out, rolling off to the side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snugly against him before he could get hard again. Stroking her soft auburn hair, he curled the glossy reddish strands around his finger, admiring their hue. Sarah sighed in contentment and nuzzled her face into his shoulder. He felt like a heel.

"I'm sorry Sarah," he said softly.

"Sorry?" She blinked a little owlishly and pushed up a little bit so that she could see his face. "Whatever for?"

"I brought condoms, I meant to use them but I just... forgot," he finished lamely. Yeah, grade A heel. As flattering and truthful as it was to say that she had made him too wild to have her for him to remember, the other truth was that it was his responsibility and he'd let her down.

"Oh." Well she didn't look upset. And she wasn't kicking him out of bed yet. Instead she just looked thoughtful and pensive. Seeing the worry on Derrick's dark face she planted a kiss. Sarah had never had sex with a condom so it hadn't even occurred to her.

"If... let me know if there's... consequences. I want to be there," he said firmly. Him and his family. In fact his mom would probably be jubilant over a grandchild from him, no matter the circumstances. The thought didn't horrify him like it had in the past. Neither did the thought that Sarah would then become a permanent fixture in his life. But it was way too soon to go around expressing sentimental, committed stuff like that after such a short amount of time. She'd probably think he was insane. "Are you feeling okay about this?"

Sarah chewed on her lower lip. "I always wanted kids," she admitted. "But it seems kind of soon for... well whatever it is we're doing. But I wouldn't regret having a baby, if that's what you're asking."

Whatever they were doing. Well that was as good a way of putting it as any.

"I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I really like you Sarah," he said, stroking back her hair from her face, admiring the satiny glow of her creamy skin against his dark fingers. Everything about her looked lighter and more ethereal next to his dark hues, except her hair which just seemed to shine brighter.

She giggled at him. Actually giggled. And wrinkled her nose in a way that he found utterly adorable. "Is this the talk?" she asked. "I've heard about this. Are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?"

"Well not anymore," he said, rolling over on top of her as she squealed. He liked this playful side of Sarah that he was seeing tonight. Whether it was the wine or just being in his bed that brought it out, he was really enjoying it. "Now I'm just going to have sex with you until you can't walk."

Her hips wiggled underneath him, pretty much guaranteeing that he was going to be true to his word in about 2.5 seconds.

"Again?!" she said, giving him big eyes, her small hand curving around his head. She really didn't know what had gotten into her tonight, but she loved seeing that look in Derrick's eyes that said she was cute and sexy and that he wanted her. It was bringing out a much more playful side that she hadn't seen since her college days.

It occurred to Derrick that Sarah was not his normal type of woman. And he really liked that too. He also remembered (why now?) that he really did need to listen to the voicemail from Nick and call him back. As Sarah's lips pressed against his chest and her little pink tongue flicked across his nipple, he decided that could wait a little longer.