Honest Love (24 page)

As I heard her breath quicken, I pulled my hand away and flipped Claire onto her back.  The robe fell open.  She didn’t even have the damn thing tied.  “Love this fucking robe.”

She just smiled and let her arms flop lazily up beside her head, exposing her breasts.  I loved how open Claire was with me.  “So, what’s your plan with that, Mr. London?”  Ahh, my playful girl.  This was going to be fun.

I scooted to lay closer to her, grabbed the whipped cream, opened it and squirted it into my mouth.  “Hey!”  Claire smacked my chest and reached for the can, but I was too quick and my arms were too long. 

“Nope!  You have to be still a
nd
ask nicely.  Now, would you like a taste?” 

She huffed and said, “Yes!”  Claire opened her mouth and I sprayed a small bit on her tongue.  “Mmm, I love this stuff…pure sugar.”  She was mumbling as she spoke.

“My turn.  Tell me where you’d like me to take my taste.  Has to be somewhere on this beautiful body.”  I was waving the can up and down over her naked form.

“Oh, hmm, well, how about here?” She pointed to her belly button.  I smiled, sprayed a dollop right in the middle then leaned down and slowly licked it off, letting my tongue work in circles all around her stomach.  “I like,” she whispered.

“Next.”

Claire looked at me and smiled.  “Do I get a turn to taste?”

“No.”

“Uh, what do you mean ‘no’?  I thought we were taking turns here.”

“Not anymore.  Next.”  I winked and Claire gave me her most menacing glare, but couldn’t pull it off. 

“Fine.  How about here?”  She pointed to her elbow. 

“Tisk, tisk…so cold.” 

“You said anywhere on my body.  So, lick away.” 
Sassy shit.

I sprayed again and gave it a long lick starting from just under her arm.  She giggled.  “Ticklish…interesting.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Next.”

This time she pointed to her neck.  I sprayed and licked, then lingered a bit and kissed behind her ear.  I guess she’d had enough because Claire turned her face to me, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers.  “No more,” she moaned as her tongue pushed through my lips and she her legs entangled with mine.  We tasted like whip cream and it made me want to play more.  After a few minutes, I pulled my head back.  Claire looked at me, surprised.  “I’m not near done with this.”  I held up the can and shook it.

“Derek…”

“Lay back and be still.”  She did what I said and I went to work.  First, I sprayed each breast, but didn’t lick it off.  Then, I sprayed a trail down the center of her stomach, all the way to her bare folds.  Those could wait a few minutes.  I laid the can next to us and covered one breast with my mouth and sucked hard.  I’d remembered her reaction from earlier and knew she liked it.

I moved to the other breast and did the same.  “Oh, shit!  Derek…oh, God.  So.  Amazing.”  I smiled to myself and kept going, licking and sucking the trail that lead to where I really wanted to be…right between her legs. 

As soon as I kissed the last spot where I’d stopped spraying, she gasped.  Yep, she knew what was next.  “Open, baby.”  I said against her skin.

“Derek…”  It wasn’t a protest.  It was an ‘oh hell yes’ by the look of Claire’s hooded, lustful eyes.

“Shh.  This is what I want, right here.”  I barely touched her opening. 

“Yes.”  Her legs opened even wider.  I took the can of whipped cream, sprayed up and down, coating her wet pussy with it before tossing the can aside.  I held her legs apart at mid-thigh and grinned before I dove in and licked every tiny place my tongue would go.  Claire moaned and squirmed, trying to use her legs for leverage to push against me and make me go deeper, more forceful with my mouth, but she couldn’t.  I had her legs held in such a way that her feet weren’t touching the bed. 

“Derek, please.  Harder.  It’s too much, baby.  Please…Can’t. Stand. It.”

I kept going even though the begging had me on the verge of spraying my cum all over the bed.  I felt Claire’s legs start to shake and knew she was too close for me to stop.  I nipped her clit, sucked it into my mouth and shoved my tongue far into her opening just before she screamed my name with her orgasm.  It was so powerful that I felt her clinching my tongue and I lost it.  I let go of one leg and grabbed my cock and jerked it a few times before I came hard right there on the bed.  I didn’t fucking care either.  I’d never experienced something so erotic, so sexy and intimate.  I was sure Claire hadn’t either. 

I kissed her opening one more time, let go of her other leg and looked up to see a big grin on Claire’s face and sweat around her hairline.  Her eyes were closed.  “Claire, baby, that was…I don’t know what that was, but I believe we’ll be doing that again, soon.”

She laughed, “You bet your ass we will.”  I was moving to grab my tee-shirt from the floor to clean myself off when Claire sat up on her elbows. “Oh, Derek, I’m sorry.  I didn’t…you didn’t get to…”  I stopped her.

“Um, yes I did.”  I scrunched up my nose then pointed down at my cock and the bed.

Claire grinned, got on her knees and crawled toward me right as I was standing to wipe myself and the bed.  She grabbed my face, stopping me. 

“I lost it.  Feeling you pulse around my tongue, my mouth.  I fucking lost it.”  I admitted.

Claire kissed me softly and said, “Sexiest.  Thing.  Ever.  And I’m not talking about what you just did to me.”

“Really?”

“God, yes!  The fact that you were so turned on by what you were doing to
me
that you lost control and came like that…makes me tingle all over.”  I kissed her hard, thrusting my tongue in so deep I thought I’d choke her.  I threw Claire back on the bed and shoved my still hard cock inside her sticky opening and fucked her hard.  It wasn’t love we were making.  It was raw, honest mating…no doubt.  I was marking my woman, again.

*****

We showered and cleaned up our…rather my…mess before curling up next to each other, arms and legs tangled together, and slept.  She was my home.  Forever.

Chapter 28

Claire

I was sore. 

Everything on me was deliciously sore.  My nipples, my thighs, my clit…hell I was even sore deep inside all the way to my womb.  I felt like I’d been marked again and I loved it. 

I moved a bit more and found myself alone in bed.  I was disappointed to say the least.  He’d left me sleeping.  I’d have been mad, but I knew he wasn’t far.  I could feel him…huh…yeah, weird.  I could feel him nearby. 
That was different. 

I looked at the clock to see it was 9:15am, then slowly crawled out of bed and smiled when I thought about putting on my little black robe.  Yep!  Perfect choice.  Of course, I’d put something on underneath.  I didn’t need my teenage sons seeing me half dressed.  I normally did wear something under it, but Derek didn’t need to know that little tidbit.

I slipped on a black, spaghetti strapped tank, undies and short black pajama shorts.  I would’ve put on pajama pants with the robe if I were home with the kids, but I couldn’t resist teasing Derek.  I brushed my teeth, pulled my long blonde hair into a pony tail and quietly made my way to the kitchen.  I was pretty certain my kids would still be asleep, but as I stepped from the hallway, I saw Derek sitting on a barstool at the island, his back to me, with Matt across from him making a bowl of cereal.  Jenna was next to him on another stool and Jon was slowly walking down the hallway opposite of mine, rubbing his eyes.  Well, hell.  They were all up.

“Good morning,” I said as I got about halfway to Derek.  “Everyone sleep okay?  I’m surprised to find my lovely teenagers awake.”

Derek spun around on his swivel stood with a huge smile that immediately dropped off the second he eyed me wearing his favorite robe.  This was going to be fun.  My kids, on the other hand, didn’t even bat an eye.  They’d seen me in this old thing a hundred times.  “Morning,” all three mumbled.

Derek’s eyebrows went clear to his hairline as I continued to walk toward him to give him a peck on the cheek.  He murmured something in my ear and gently grabbed my wrist, not letting me walk away as he pushed his stool back and pulled me around to stand in front of him at the tall island.  I knew he was hiding me, thinking my ass was about the flash everyone.  Silly man.  Clearly, he didn’t get the whole ‘mom’ thing.  All he saw was me, his girlfriend in what appeared to be nothing but a skimpy robe in front of teenage boys.  He’d learn, though. 

“Coffee?”  Derek held his cup up to me.

“I’ll get my own.”  I went to move away, but he held tight to my waist and wouldn’t let me move.

“Like hell.”  His voice was low and gruff so that only I could hear it.

“It’s no problem.”

“Yes, it is…for me, it is.”  He was so crazy about the damn robe that he didn’t pay attention to the fact that his hand was around my waist and he could easily feel I had clothes on underneath.  “Matt, would you mind getting your mom some coffee since your closer?” 
Sneaky bastard.

I turned and looked back at Derek to see a sassy, satisfied smirk on his face.  Hmm…

With his short victory momentarily distracting him, I jerked away quickly, stepping out of his reach and skirted around to the other side of the island just as Matt was turning around to hand me my coffee.  “Oh, here you go, Mom.”

“Thanks, babe.”  I took a sip and watched Derek as he looked between Matt and me to see if Matt had any kind of reaction to my clothing choice. 

But like I knew he would, Matt just kissed my cheek and said, “I think I’m gonna go eat outside.  Need anything else, Mom?  I can make some eggs or something.”

“No, go ahead.” 

“Okay.” 

“Hey, Matt, I’ll make a few eggs.  Want any?  Anyone else want some?”  I watched as Derek spoke to Matt.  I was curious to see Matt’s reaction, but my son just smiled at Derek and nodded his head.

“Yeah, I think I’d like some eggs.  Thanks, Derek.”  What the hell was that ‘man show’ about?

Jenna and Jon spoke up.  “Me, too.  Thanks.”  Jenna followed Matt outside and Jon was right behind her.

“Yep.  Me.”  Jon…my lovely morning grouch.

I looked back at Derek to see a huge grin on his face as he made his way slowly around the island.  As soon as the sliding door shut, he gave my ass a hard smack, but left his hand there feeling that I had on shorts.  I yelped, then let out a low, menacing laugh.  “Fucking robe.”

I spun and wrapped my arms around his neck.  “Did you really think I’d walk around naked under this thing in front of my teenage sons?”

He gave me a peck as he leaned his forehead against mine.  “Hell, I didn’t know.  I couldn’t think past what you looked like under that damn thing.  I’m surprised.  I held it together long enough for them to leave the room.  Don’t do that to me again.  I’m pretty sure I had a mild stroke.”  He rubbed his hips against mine and I lost all train of thought.

“Okay.” 

Derek kissed the side of my neck and said, “Good morning.”

“Morning.”  I pulled back and said, “By the way, what was all that weird silent ‘man talk’ between you and Matt?  Something I need to discuss with him?”

“No, not at all.  He and I just came to a really good understanding about some things.  It’s all fine.”

“Derek…you need to tell me.”  I suddenly got really stiff…stern.  If my teenage son needed an ass whipping, I was still very capable of doing it.

“Hey, it’s okay.  I didn’t say anything to upset him or make him mad.”  Derek misunderstood me.

“No.  No, I’m sorry.” I shook my head and cupped his face.  “This isn’t directed at you, baby.  I want to make sure Matt is being respectful
to you
.  Do I need to go kick my son’s ass?” 

Derek let out a loud, chuckling laugh and squeezed my waist tighter.  “As much as I would like to see your little body in action against a teenage boy who towers over you and outweighs you by a hundred pounds, no…Matt was actually incredibly respectful in how he set me straight on what would happen to my old body if I hurt him momma.”  I gasped, but Derek put his finger over my lips before I could talk.

“No.  Don’t.  We’re really good.  I told him I was in love with you and would never hurt you.  I also thanked him for being such a good kid and that I admired him for standing up to me and watching out for you.  We’re good, I promise.  Ask him if you want, but he did everything right.” 

Tears had started to slowly run down my cheeks as Derek talked about my protective son.  “Hey, why the tears?”  He kissed my forehead.

“They’ve just been through a lot, especially Matt.  Did I ever tell you that after I was
accidentally
hit by Rob, Matt scooped me up into his arms and carried me into our house?”

“No.”  Derek stiffened, his face serious.

“Yeah.  He was so brave, Derek.  He wouldn’t put me down, didn’t want to leave my side.  I had a pretty bad concussion from being hit.  Matt would have killed Rob had Jake not stopped him.  I’m not surprised he’s still so protective of me.  He was abruptly and painfully made ‘man of the house,’ so if he gets a little crazy with it, please tell me.  He didn’t deserve to have that thrown at him and sometimes he takes it too seriously.”

“You never told me you had a concussion.”  Derek cupped my face and wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

“I know.  I didn’t want you to freak out.  I had to get stitches and I stayed in the hospital for a while.”  Derek slowly blinked his eyes, hugged me close to his body and tried to stay calm. 

“And this is the same Rob that came to see you the other night?”

“Yes, but I told you, it was an accident.  He was my friend, a confidant during all the bullshit with Jake and Kaye.  He would never hurt me.”

“I’ll have to trust your word, Claire, because I certainly don’t trust him.  As for Matt, I’m loving that kid more and more.”  I smiled and Derek relaxed.  “Claire, he’s a terrific young man.  Jenna and Jon are great, too.  She even hugged me last night and thanked me for loving you…before she squealed and ran off after I called you ‘my girl.’  And Jon, well I can tell he keeps his feelings tightly bound.  He just waved his hand and went to bed.”