Broken Submission

Tub Talk

Amelia cuddled up to Derek's chest, her wits returned to her and simply enjoying the contact. He shivered as she stroked his chest hair, and Amelia smirked when her fingertip grazed his nipple, and she felt his cock twitch under her. Derek batted her hand away with a warning huff.

"Derek," she said, voice nervous.

He shifted so he could see her face. "Yeah, babygirl?"

Amelia's face flushed red. This was a terrible mistake. She shouldn't do this now. "Nevermind," she said, burying her face in his chest.

He laughed. "Well, now I really need to know." Derek twisted to try and glimpse her expression. "What is it?"

She jerked her head no.

"Amelia Rosemary Scott," he said in a warning tone, "you have two seconds to spill."

A frustrated whine escaped her throat before Amelia pushed herself upright. Derek's eyes searched her face, seeming to realize that what she had to say was serious.

He ran his fingers along the side of her face. "What's going on?"

Amelia bit her lip, hand sliding over her midsection. His eyes tracked the movement.

She sucked in a deep breath, and, in a soft but clear voice told him, "It isn't yours, Derek."

Amelia tried to watch his expression, but tears welled in her eyes and obscured her vision. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry--I--"

Strong arms pulled her close. "Hush," he said. "Don't you ever apologize to me or anyone else for your child. For anything like this."

A sob shuddered in her chest. "I just--I just wanted you to be happy--"

Derek's thumb slid under her eye, clearing her vision for a moment. "I am so ridiculously happy, Amelia. I love you with every breath in my body. It physically hurts, how much I love you, and I had no idea that was possible. And if you decide to bring this child into the world, then I would only want to share that love. I want any child of yours, Amelia, even if it doesn't inherit my classic beauty."

She choked on a surprised laugh. "You really mean it?" she asked, peering up at him through lashes, clumped with tears.

Derek looked down at her like she was the only thing that existed. "I do." His fingers brushed against her stomach just once before he pulled back, looking for her reaction. Amelia gave him a small smile and pulled his hand gently back over her belly.

"I think I need you to get through this," she admitted.

Derek frowned and shifted them so that they could recline in the water with his hand still firmly in place. "Why's that?"

Amelia played with the tub handles until fresh hot water poured into the tub.

"I'm struggling, Derek." She rested her head on his chest, a couple quiet tears slipping into the water. "With all of this, but especially with the pregnancy. I'm not sure if it's because of what happened to my first child or because of the events leading up to this one..." she trailed off.

Derek's other hand lifted to massage her back.

"But I need you to help me," she said. "I want to be connected and excited about this.. this life inside me. Do you think...?"

"Oh, I'm so excited, baby," he whispered into her ear. Derek pulled back and shot her a grin. "I'm going to be your one-man band and your cheerleader troop."

"Oh god," Amelia groaned, eyes wide. "You're going to have dad humor, aren't you?" she asked, horrified. "How have I never seen this before?"

"What can I say," he shrugged, "you bring it out in me."

Amelia snorted, and the next thing she knew, a fit of giggles overtook her. Finally, they subsided, and she stole a glance at Derek's smirking face.

"Shut up," she muttered, flicking his chest.

"Oh, is that right?" he said, and she warmed to his warning tone. "Well then, come here, babygirl," he said, lifting her straight into the air and setting her on top of him, ignoring her squeak. "I'm going to fuck the sass right out of you."

Amelia's pulse jumped. Her clit was going to be so sensitive... Derek bumped against her entrance, and she instinctively rolled her hips into the sensation. Amelia almost jumped out of her skin when the contact brushed against her clit. Jesus Christ.

Derek's hand's were still firmly wrapped around her waist and though she was on top, he was in complete control. Amelia panted a bit as he pushed into her, squirming as the shocks of overstimulation shot through her.

Derek groaned as he sank into her warmth. After taking a second to just appreciate her heat, he started to move in long, slow strokes. Amelia wouldn't have thought that she could go again, but something about his gentle rhythm stoked a flame of arousal.

"Come closer," he whispered, pulling her toward him. Their foreheads touched, and he thrust into her. Her surprised moan parted her lips, and Derek took advantage of them, slipping his tongue between them, stroking her mouth in time with what was happening below.

Amelia sucked his lower lips into his mouth, biting gently, and his hips jerked forward. His pace picked up, and Amelia was in the gentle agony of a tender clit. She focused on the way that their mouths made love to each other, but a whine escaped her as she realized that she was going to cum.

"Derek," she breathed.

"With me," he groaned, pace picking up so that he slammed into her with each thrust, and water sloshed over the sides of the tub.

"Oh," she whimpered, half fearful of what was coming.

With a final thrust, Derek pushed himself as deeply into her as possible, hot liquid filling her. The motion ground against her clit, and Amelia keened a soft cry, clinging to him as she went over the edge with him, the room filling with the sounds of their shared ecstasy.