Chapter 48

When he finally began to massage her boobs, a moan escaped through her lips. He took his time stroking her nipples until they were taut and almost painful to the touch. He worked his way down her belly, stopping briefly at her navel to give it a rub before traveling down to the mound between her legs. He caressed her lower lips while stroking her inner thighs at the same time. Rachel was writhing beneath him, thrusting her hips in his face because she wanted him to touch her clit and put her out of her misery but Derek wasn’t done torturing her. He continued to massage her labia before sliding one finger into her to moisten it with her wetness. He then used her body lubrication to stroke her clit, making her cry out in ecstasy.

“Gosh, that feels so good!” She moaned gutturally.

He cupped her vagina and began to stroke her with three fingers at the same time. The more she moved her hips in sync with his touch, the more he increased the pressure until she was begging to have him inside her. He spread her thighs wide apart and positioned himself on top of her.

His first thrust was shallow and when he pulled out, Rachel almost became violent, dragging him by the hips and trying to force his cock into her.

“Don’t play with me, Derek Fraser,” she warned him.

Derek laughed. “But that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

“Stop playing and make me cum!”

“Ooh, I like that. I can’t say no to a direct order,” he said and thrust into her again. This time, he went all the way and she gripped him by the arms, looking into his eyes as he continued to pound into her. She reached up and ran her hands up the sides of his face, combing her fingers through his hair.

Their eyes and hips were locked in the most intimate connection known to humankind. It was erotic how their hips moved in and out while they held each other’s gaze. As Rachel began to feel herself reaching the peak, she gripped the pillow beneath her head, gasping for air as her body began the familiar convulsive dance of orgasm. Just then, Derek rolled off her while still attached to her at the hip, and put her on top. He reached up and undid her hair and the full tresses cascaded down about her shoulders like a rainfall of curls.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said, loving how wild she looked with her hair looking all tousled. “You are insanely beautiful.”

His words fueled her passion and she began to bounce up and down on his rigid dick, riding him like a raging horse running a race. He matched her speed, thrust for thrust, holding on to her waist as the moment of release came hard for both of them. She threw back her head and cried out in delight, not caring if she woke up the entire household. This kind of orgasm wasn’t the time that she could enjoy with her teeth clenched, it was too freeing, too magnificent for her to hide it inside of her.
She collapsed on top of him, listening to his heart beating crazily in his chest. It was a superb way to end her 30th birthday celebration and Rachel felt thoroughly satisfied. As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that the coming days with Derek would be just as magical and filled with pleasure as this.

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They woke up to the sound of small fists pounding on their bedroom door and Zoe screaming, “Mommy! Daddy!”

Rachel woke up with a start and saw that Derek was already awake and he looked just as disoriented as she was.

“What’s going on?” He asked sleepily.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Zoe yelled outside.

“That’s what,” Rachel replied and dragged herself out of bed before looking for a dressing robe to cover her nakedness. “I’m coming, Sweetie,” she called out to Zoe.

When she opened the door, Zoe was standing there with her little fists raised mid-air to knock on the door again, while Elaine stood behind her, looking embarrassed.

“I am so sorry for the disturbance,” Elaine apologized quickly. “She insisted on seeing you two and has completely refused to have breakfast unless she sees you first.”

Zoe ran forward and hugged Rachel’s legs. “Mommy!” She squealed happily. “I miss you, Mommy.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” said Rachel, carrying her daughter in her arms. “It’s ok, Elaine, I’ll take her inside. You can go ahead and have your breakfast now if you want.”

Elaine looked relieved. “Thank you. I’ll be in the dining room downstairs.”

When Rachel returned to the room with Zoe, she was surprised to see that Derek had gone back to sleep. He looked silly with his blond hair sticking out at odd angles and his mouth slightly open.

“Daddy, wake up!” Zoe screamed and laughed when Derek’s eyes snapped open.

“Jesus, Zoe!” He groaned and rolled over. “Go away.”

Before Rachel could stop her, Zoe hopped out of her arms and jumped on top of her father screaming, “Wake up! Wake up!”

“Ouch!” Derek yelped as his daughter landed on his back. “I’ll get you for this, you little rascal,” he said and turned around to start tickling Zoe who dissolved into a fit of giggles.

It was always a heartwarming sight for Rachel to see Derek and Zoe playing like this. She loved how he adored his little girl and she was happy that her daughter had the most doting father in the world.

“Ok, guys. Playtime is over, Mommy needs a hot cup of coffee and some food to bring her back to life,” said Rachel. “Get up, you two.”

“I want food,” Zoe announced.

“Me too,” said Derek.

“Well, the food isn’t going to walk up the stairs and come here to us,” said Rachel. “We have to go downstairs to eat it.”

“Says who?” Derek protested. “We can call the kitchen and have them bring our breakfast up here to us.”

“That’s incredibly rude to Alfred. We are supposed to join him for breakfast.”

“Uncle Alfred doesn’t care about formalities. He may live in England but he doesn’t have English manners.”

“Still…” Rachel insisted.

“Aw, fine!” Said Derek petulantly. “Let’s go downstairs then.”

“Why?” Zoe asked with an expression that mirrored her father’s own.

“Because your bossy mom says so,” replied Derek.

“I’m not bossy,” laughed Rachel. “I’m reasonable.”

“Whatever. Zoe honey, could you please close your eyes for a few seconds?”

“Why?” The child asked.

“It’s a little game we’re about to play,” said Derek, bunching the sheets around him. “If you keep your eyes closed without peeking, you’ll get a surprise treat.”

“What is treat?”

“Uh, like a gift. A special one.”

“Ok,” said Zoe and she shut her eyes tightly.

Derek signaled to Rachel to pick up his underwear from the floor and toss it to him on the bed. She held her laugh in and did as he asked.

“Can I look now?” Zoe asked with her eyes still closed.

“Not yet,” said Derek as he scrambled to wear his boxers and then his singlet. “Ok, now,” he said when he finally had them on.

Zoe opened her eyes. “Where is my treat?”

“You’ll get it after lunch,” said Derek.

Zoe looked disappointed. “Aww…”

“Don’t worry, it’s worth waiting for and you are going to love it,” he promised.

“Ok,” she said, encouraged. “Can we eat now?”

“Sure, as soon as we get dressed first,” said Rachel. “Come on, sweetie. Let’s go and pick out what I’ll be wearing for breakfast.”

The two of them walked hand-in-hand to the wardrobe to pick out an outfit together.