“Is that all for me?” she asked.
“Every last inch.”
Carmella was suddenly so happy she had played hooky from work. The feel of his facial hairs against her exposed, wet flesh as he went down on her was glorious. She threw her head back and exhaled. The simultaneous emission of breath and his tongue buried deep inside of her was enough to cause her to orgasm almost immediately. Before she had a chance to recover, his manhood was inside of her, drilling her into an absolute frenzy. She thrashed about beneath him before he pulled out quickly, flipped her over and into a kneeling position, before entering her from behind. With each thrust, she bucked against him, trying her best to keep from collapsing from the sheer pleasure and the weight of him. As he gripped her breasts, her taut, pink nipples jutting past the openings between his fingers, he squeezed her right nipple and she rained down on him with such force it laid them both flat on the bed. Derrick continued to slide in and out of her and as her warm wetness wrapped around his member began to intensify, his speed increased, before he exploded inside of her. He collapsed on top of Carmella, still inside of her, as they both drifted off into sweet slumber.
When Carmella woke up, Derrick was dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep.
“Hmmm. Going to work?” she asked.
“If I can get my legs to work?”
Carmella reached from under the covers and rubbed his leg. The thickness of sleep was still in her voice. “Do you know there is nothing sexier than waking up to find your lover watching you sleep?”
“Don’t start anything. I’ll never get to work.”
“To be continued?” Carmella asked.
“Absofuckinglutely!”
“A man after my own heart.”
“Do I have it?”
“Have what?” Carmella asked.
“Your heart?”
“You know you do. You don’t even need to ask.”
“So, why don’t you move in with me then?” Derrick asked.
“I would in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for Damita. I can’t leave her here alone.”
Derrick’s look suddenly turned serious. “Carmella, you can’t watch over her forever.”
“I’d like to be here for her; at least for now.”
“In the meantime, I’ll have a little talk with Mr. Neal Westman and see where his head is.”
“Thanks, Derrick.”
“Anything for you. Just remember, if your girlfriend is pissed, it’s your fault.”
“I take full responsibility,” Carmella agreed.
Derrick kissed Carmella goodbye and left.
• • •
Once at work, Derrick decided he would find Neal and have a talk with him.
“I’ll be back in a few,” he said to his partner, Detective Palmer.
“Where are you going?” Palmer asked.
“I’ve got some business I need to take care of.”
Palmer looked at Derrick questioningly. “Police business?”
“It’s sort of police business.”
“I’ll ride with you,” Palmer offered.
Once in the car, Derrick felt he could speak more freely.
“Remember the guy I spoke to that was outside my girlfriend’s building?”
“Yeah, that Neal guy? He’s the husband of Carmella’s best friend, isn’t he? Is he hitting her again?”
“He hasn’t hit her lately. She’s been staying with Carmella. He calls her night and day. He showed up at her office high, so her company doesn’t allow him anywhere near the building.”
“Isn’t this guy like some rich hotshot?”
“Yeah, he is. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“From where I’m standing, he’s got it all. Why waste his time pursuing this one woman with all the other available women out there.? That must be some good stuff she’s got.”
“I didn’t know I was partnered with a Neanderthal,” Derrick said.
Derrick looked at his partner, Gerald Simpson. Despite the fact that Gerald had two black parents, he was so light, he was often mistaken for white. Derrick enjoyed seeing people’s reaction when they learned that he was indeed black and not white. It made for some interesting occurrences when they were on duty. Gerald was pretty-boy handsome and though he was physically fit, his body wasn’t necessarily the most muscular. His appeal was all in the face. He was charming as hell and good-looking and had an easy smile, even under the worst circumstances. All of this meant Gerald had a constant flow of women all too eager to bed him. Derrick often cautioned his partner that the life of a playboy would eventually get real old. That undoubtedly had not yet happened for Gerald. His pat response was always that in the meantime he was going to enjoy the ride.