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I smiled. “You’re quite welcome.”

“Will you light the fireplace?”

I nodded and walked to the mantle, warming my slightly chilled skin in front of the roaring blaze. Derek sat next to me minutes later, with a bottle of oil in his hands.

“Ready to take those clothes off?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever spent as much time naked as I have while with you.”

“I take that as nothing less than a compliment,” he said, watching me strip down to my undies.

I rested on my back on the bearskin rug, gasping when my bra unhooked. I didn’t object as he slid me out of the straps and then my panties.

I imagined what my honeymoon with Reggie would’ve been like. I probably would’ve spent half my time in the cabin working from my laptop, he would’ve been in front of the TV, and we would meet at night to have lackluster sex.

And to think, a few days before, that was what I
wanted.
Who would’ve ever guessed my “honeymoon” with a stranger could be so exciting, so eye-opening?

Derek said he was going to peel back the stuffy layers of me, and the more he did, the more positive I felt about my life. Was this laughing, carefree person the real me?

I chuckled to myself.

“What?”

“Reggie hadn’t seen my body in almost a year; any intimacy was done in the dark. And you’ve been seeing it multiple times a day.”

“Why hadn’t he?”

I shrugged. “I guess I’m a little self-conscious about my weight.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are. Either way, you shouldn’t be.”

I exhaled as his hands caressed my skin. “It’s strange; I guess my issue wasn’t with my perception of my body, but worrying about
his
opinion of it. I’ve never had a problem with my figure, but I think I have a slight complex now because of him- and another issue is the last thing I need,” I said with a dry laugh.

“I don’t even like looking at myself in the mirror now, but I have no issues with you seeing me. With you, all I can think about is how good you make me feel. I don’t have time to worry about what I look like. I used to
love
myself.”

“Well, I’m going to get you to love yourself again. Harder than you ever have before.”

I smiled. While the thought was nice, I felt he was slightly overambitious in what he could accomplish with me in the few days we had.

His hands paused on my lower back. I turned to face him.

“Come with me.”

When I sat up, he offered his hand. I opened my mouth to question him, but decided to go with the flow instead.

He led me to the upstairs bathroom, the one I’d cleaned. He stood behind me as we faced the mirror, my naked body on full display.

“What do you see?” He asked, kissing my neck.

I shrugged. This was not what I had in mind when he offered a Thai massage.

“Me.”

“And what do you look like?” he asked, his kisses trailing from my neck down my back.

I sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

My eyes narrowed as I inspected myself. What did I see? What did I think about my body?

“I’ve been thinking about a haircut. Something short. But with my weight gain, my face has gotten fuller. I don’t think I could pull off shorter hair now.”

He pulled my long hair behind my shoulders, twisting it into a loose braid. “What about your body?”

Ranting about my hair didn’t distract him. He still wanted an answer, and we weren’t leaving until I spoke honestly. I paused to inspect my curves.

“Just… unappealing.” My eyes watered as I studied my rounded belly and touching thighs. “And it looks like gravity is starting to catch up with me,” I said, staring at my chest.

He took a tiny step back. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t understand how you could hate your body.”

“I don’t… I didn’t. I never had a problem with my appearance. I didn’t realize anything was wrong with me until Reggie.”

“Shae, you’re way too smart to listen to the opinions of an idiot. You know that, right? Right?”

I glanced up at my reflection, darting my eyes back down. ”I guess.”

“And Reggie certainly doesn’t speak for all men. I don’t know a single man that would have a problem with your curves. You couldn’t be more perfect.”

I smiled, and he forced my face back up, our eyes locking in the mirror.

He trailed his hands over the slopes of my breasts, fingers tickling my torso. “If you can’t see how perfect your body is, I’m going to take you into town to get fitted for glasses. Because there’s just no way you can’t see what I see.”

“Thanks.”

“And as for your hair, you’d be just as gorgeous with it cut, but I like it long. Otherwise, I couldn’t do this.” He grabbed the braid of hair and yanked my head back.

He covered my exposed neck with his mouth, kissing the trail of my pulse.

I reached behind me, between our bodies, to peel down his boxers as his mouth moved over my shoulders and back.

He grabbed my wrist and led my hand to his crotch. “You feel this? How could this happen if I was staring at someone who is…
unappealing
?”

I moaned as he tweaked one of my nipples, his hand scorching over my skin as I gave his erection a squeeze, the hardness an obvious sign of the truth in his words.

He wanted me. He desired me. A gorgeous, confident, successful man thought I was sexy. Maybe Reggie didn’t, but Derek Anderson was proof I’d be able to find someone again. That eventually I could find someone who would accept me for who I was, and help me regain my lost confidence.

Until I found that man, I had the memory of my time with Derek. My emotions had a long way to go, but I wasn’t going to allow that to prevent my body from being taken care of- while I still could.

His manhood twitched as his hand slid over my warm sex. I closed my eyes, leaning against his strong body as his fingers explored my wetness.

“God, you feel so good,” he said, his fingers probing deep inside of me.

I let out a long sigh, slowly pumping his length. “So do you.”

He lowered, bending at the knees so his face was level with my backside. “I like this version of you. Dirty, brazen, and raw.”

He kissed up the back of my thighs as I gripped the edge of the sparkling clean sink for support. “I hate to admit it, but you bring out the bad things in me, Derek.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling my warm center as his face sat dangerously close to touching.

“And I love it when you let out your bad girl for me. I want to see just how wicked you can be. I want you to lose yourself, and only focus on you and the secret desires resting in the back of your mind.”

Just as those secret desires starting coming to the surface, he startled me. I jumped when his tongue slid over my sex. “What are you doing?”

He smiled. “You scared of me now, Shae?”

“Of course not. But what-”

He answered my question by grabbing a mouthful of my sex. I had but a few moments to panic before pleasure took over.

Derek opened me up to so many things, given me so many new experiences, I didn’t think it was possible for him to blow my mind any more than he already had. But as his tongue probed my delicate folds, he proved me wrong once again.

I bit down on my bottom lip until I tasted blood, attempting to suppress the jagged gasps forcing their way out as Derek sent my body into overdrive. His fingers joined his mouth, piercing into me as his tongue teased me into a fervor. When I buckled at the knees, that was his signal to dive in further.

I dug my fingers harder into the sink, the wetness I was once embarrassed about flowing freely. He moaned, his mouth still full of me, savoring the flavor. He inserted a second finger, and I couldn’t suppress my cries any longer. My body arched into him and he devoured me, the tension in the room thickened with our indulgence.

He smothered his face with my sex, and my body convulsed harder than ever before as I climaxed.

I’d spent my entire sexual life with men who used my body with no regard to my pleasure, no concern for my needs. An entire life of not knowing what pleasure was. And Derek gave it to me so freely, so openly. A life with Reggie would have meant never knowing this side of me, and the thought sent a chill down my spine as I recovered from my orgasm.

Derek stood, his hard-on smacking against my still pulsating core. He leaned over to my ear, his face covered in my juices. My eyes widened as I stared at his face in the mirror, shocked at the mess I’d made.

His eyes honed in on me with fire, determination blazing through the reflection and searing my desperate soul. His lips brushed against my ear, and my weakened body melted into him.

“Tell me.”

His blazing gaze made me realize I’d better not challenge him.

I held his stare, letting him know I wasn’t afraid of him, that I was up to the challenge.

Without a hint of hesitation, I spoke. “I want you to fuck me, Derek.”

His mouth twitched. “Right here?”

I nodded, my eyes just as fiery as his. “Right now.”

He shifted an inch, and his hardness plunged inside of me, knocking all the air out of my lungs. I sucked in a deep breath, my head dropping and eyes closing as I felt nirvana overtaking my body once more.

He rested a hand on my hip and slid the other to my face, forcing my head back up. “Open your eyes.”

My eyes flickered open, meeting his once more as he slowly pumped in and out of me.

“I want you to watch. I want you to see how beautiful you look.”

I cried out when he buried himself deeper, my eyes squeezing shut from the intensity of the fullness.

“Open.”

I forced my eyes back open, removing one of my hands from the sink, positioning it on the mirror to brace myself for his force. His pace was slow, deliberate, but each time he plunged inside of me was harder than the last, the overwhelming sensation making my ears ring.

He leaned into me, resting one hand over mine on the mirror, his fingers from his other hand digging into my hips as he maintained the momentum.

I locked eyes with him, his face tight with control as he fought the urge to explode, his body overwhelmed with lust because of… me. Because he found me to be attractive.

I studied my reflection. My mouth hung open as I sucked in as much air as I could before his powerful force sucked it all out of me again. My face was scrunched tight, as if I were in intense pain- although we both knew the opposite was true.

Even with my hair swinging wildly, beginning to stick to my sweaty face and neck, even with my breasts smacking together with each pump, and even with my moans sounding almost animalistic, I felt sexy.

At that very moment, I felt beautiful. I may not have understood what he saw in me, but I saw how he looked at me- he saw I was beautiful, too.

“Do you see it?” he asked softly through gritted teeth.

I couldn’t speak my answer even if I wanted to. My pleasure, my emotions, and my exposure inundated me all at once, and I couldn’t prevent the tears that began falling down my cheeks. I nodded in response to his question.

It was possible. Yes, one day I’d see myself that way all the time. One day, I’d be back to the Shae who loved herself and appreciate her life. And I needed to do everything I could to get back to that point.

But then Derek sped up, and the time for self-realization was over. It was now time to fuck.

He grunted, his body tightening behind me. He quickly pulled himself out of me and spun me around, grabbing my butt with both hands and lifting me to prop me on the edge of the sink. He buried his face in my chest as he reentered me, my fingers tangled in his thick golden hair.

He grunted in between kissing my cleavage. “God, how is it possible for you to feel this good?”

His mouth moved to mine before I could answer- not that I had anything to say. I tried to kiss him in between my increasing moans, his slow gyrations making my body tremble.

“Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?”

I nodded, arching into him with each wave of his thrusts. “I t-think so.”

He looked at me and smiled, leaning my body back until I rested against the mirror, leaving me exposed to him.

“Do it. I want to watch.”

He studied every inch of my form, every reaction in fine detail, and I was unashamed. I knew he was admiring, desiring, and loving every second. I closed my eyes and let myself go, one of my hands shooting out and digging into his shoulder as I nearly shook myself off the sink.

As my screams calmed, I heard his stiff groans as he tried to hold out until he got every ounce of pleasure from me.

“Cum, Derek. Cum for me.”

I’d never spoken anything like that before, but it felt natural- and it was what I wanted at that moment. Tipped by my surprise demand, I got a chance to watch him as he erupted, grabbing his face and forcing ours to stay together as he lost himself in me.

“Oh fuck, Shae,” he said before completely losing control of his body.

His face was so twisted, it was almost comical. His hair jerked around his face as he moved erratically. He looked as stunned as I did. And it looked so freaking sexy.

“What are you doing to me?”

He rested his forehead on my chest while he sucked in a few large breaths. I smiled; I could’ve asked him the same thing.

15

When he pulled out, I remained on the sink, catching my breath as he collapsed on the toilet. A chill prickled my skin from the air hitting me, no longer blocked by his body.

“I’m definitely sore now,” I said, my body trembling as I fought to stand on my own.

“Well, come on, beautiful. I owe you a massage.”

I smiled at the compliment, blowing him a kiss, and we cleaned up before heading back to the fireplace.

Waiting until after sex to get my massage made it that much better. My skin was still super sensitive to his touch, and I craved his hands more than ever before. And just to think, I was supposed to be back home. I forced myself to relax and enjoy the moment. Another day with him was nice, but the result was always going to be the same for us.