This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
Alrighty I'm back m'loves Thank you so much for the well wishes with the trip! It was just what I needed to get back into the swing of things xoxo
Edit: Warning: Explicit Content (kinda sorta a bit. You be the judge lolol)
John
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There were no words to describe what the hell I was feeling.
My eyes remained open in pure shock as Derek lowered himself slowly back onto his heels. He had done that, right? Like he had full on kissed me right? I was starting to believe I might've imagined it.
Derek didn't say a single thing to me, he just looked up at me with his gorgeous hazel-green eyes. There was something there behind those eyes of his, but I couldn't place what it was. He was looking at me expectantly, but I wasn't sure what he was expecting. Or what the hell this man wanted anymore honestly.
I could feel himself pulling away the longer I took to do anything, and when I saw him go to take a step back, My body acted on impulse.
"Fuck it." I muttered, bunching some of his soaked shirt- I still wasn't sure why it, nor he was absolutely drenched, and yanked him through the doorway towards me, till his lips were on mine again.
My foot half-assedly kicked the door closed behind us in an attempt to keep my very indoor cat from fleeing. Herold tried to plan an escape at least three times a week, like clockwork. I was so focused on Derek, all I could think was that if this pampered dickhead got out, maybe it was time for him to explore the outdoors.
Herold would figure it out, his diet was too specific to stay gone long. He was the very definition of knowing where home was.
Derek's lips were freezing cold from the water, but the contrast to my warm ones made me unintentionally deepen the kiss, pushing Derek up against one of the walls in the corridor near my entrance table, as I tilted his head up further towards me.
What was meant to be an innocent kiss, quickly turned into anything but that when I heard Derek moan quietly against my lips, shuddering against my body as his hands grasped the sleeves of my shirt. That was when I decided that I wanted more. Fuck that, I needed more of him.
My right hand still had Derek's shirt bunched up at his chest, and held it close to my own, but I let go to place that hand firmly on Derek's lower back, before I whispered against his swelling lips "jump up."
He did as he was told, and I caught him with ease right as he wrapped his legs securely around me. He weighed much more with this soaked clothing on, but that wasn't going to be a problem soon. I could feel him now, feel just how turned on he was getting by the growing bulge in his wet pants while my teeth pulled at his bottom lip.
I focused on getting him onto the small entrance table, which required me to clear everything else off it. My immediate reaction was just to swipe all contents off and onto the floor, which included the seven thousand dollar vase I had purchased in Italy three summers ago with Pierre. Something that definitely wasn't hardwood floor proof.
