Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 248: Sundays Are Good Too

Chapter 248: Sundays Are Good Too

Thursday was a day of the week that held a special place in Emily’s heart.

How could it not?

Thursdays after all were the first day of the week where she knew for certain that she would be getting some good sleep at night.

Now that she and Derek were officially a couple, doing couple things like kissing and making love. Thursdays had evolved, becoming not only the day when they got to sleep together. But also the day where they got to do couple things without worrying about having to keep up a professional facade in front of others.

In as much as Emily loved Thursdays, Sundays also now held a very special place for her. At first, Emily had come to detest Sundays a bit, because Sundays meant that she would not be seeing Derek after work. That she would not be able to sleep for a few more days.

That the bliss that she had gotten used to over the period of four days would end. But now with the new element of the two of them being a couple. Sunday held a new significance. A new tradition having formed between them. Without the two of them even realising that they were making something that would become a sort of ritual for them.

From Friday night all the way through Saturday, Emily and Derek had sex like they were high on a lust potion. Wild and frantic like they would die, if they did not manage to reach an orgasm soon. From Friday night, when Emily had barely made it through the door, and the two of them had ended up going at it on the rug. Things had not ended there.

Derek had also ended up bending her over the arm of the living room couch. His larger body encasing hers, stilling all of her movements. Making it impossible for her to do anything but just stay there, and thrash. Moaning in pleasure until she had finally come apart. Feeling him twitch and jerk wildly within her as he too had finally spilled. When they had managed to make it upstairs and into the shower.

Derek, without any provocation whatsoever, had fallen to his knees and taken Emily’s clit into his mouth. A finger instantly at her entrance. The sudden spike of pleasure so intense that the back of Emily’s head had hit the wall behind her-hard. But she had been too far gone to feel the pain. Simply grinding down, her blunt nails going over the cold tiles, as she tried and failed to find something to cling to.

After he had made her see stars. Emily, her body still trembling, had pulled on her willpower and had gotten to her knees as well. Sucking him all the way down

without stopping. Humming in glee when she heard Derek’s own head thud against the wall. Not because he was hurt, but because the thud meant her blow job was good. She had licked and sucked until she could not anymore, and then she had loosened her jaw, letting him know that he could use her.

His hands had instantly been in her hair, his hips snapping forward. He had gone at her until his pace had begun to falter and then he had pulled back.

Taking his thick shaft all the way out of her mouth. He had come so hard that Emily had literally been covered in jizz. A state that she had not minded one bit, but still for the sake of comfort.

The two of them had showered together once again.

After that they had been sated and they had fallen into bed and had been asleep within seconds. Saturday had been pretty much a repeat of Friday night. Only then they had more time, with each other.

They had spent the day testing the durability of various pieces of furniture throughout the penthouse. Seeing if they could handle their combined weight. Every piece of furniture had passed the test. Even the foot stool.

They now knew that the stair railing was very strong. The two of them were also well aware of the fact that the expensive desk in Derek’s home study was a very sturdy piece of furniture and had been worth every single cent.

By purchasing it, he had bought wisely.

In addition to that, Emily knew that the rug in Derek’s study was very soft and provided great comfort. Especially for people who needed to be on their knees for a long time. She had

put it to the test twice. The first time she had been beneath the desk, Derek seated on the chair in front of her while Emily had been between his spread knees. Licking him as though he were lollipop and not letting up until he lost control.

The second time she had been on all fours with him behind her, ramming into her like there was no tomorrow. The force of his thrusts so strong that she had actually skidded from time to time, losing her grip.

In the end, she had given up on trying to straighten her elbows and had just folded them. Turning her head to the side, her butt in the air, just letting Derek have his way.

Taking her apart with his furious thrusts.

That had been Friday and Saturday, but now it was Sunday night, and Sunday nights were different. Sundays were made of goodbyes and gentle things, instead of trying out different positions, all over the penthouse.

The two of them were in bed. Derek was on top of her, moving slow and steady. The two of them looking each other in the eye, brown against green. There was no urgency to their movements, no animalistic lust.

Instead, Derek was pulling out until just the tip was in her, and then before Emily could begin to miss him too much, he came back all the way in slow and steady. Pushing her to the edge and then bringing her back.

It was not as intense as their moments in the past. But it required control...concentration.

Emily could see the toll that it was taking on Derek to go so slow, but he still kept it up. Dragging little moans from her each time his dick brushed her just right. His own groans, showing that he was enjoying himself just as she was.

For her part, Emily did not just lay there. She met him on each downward stroke, heaving herself up.

And when he pulled out, she clamped down, making sure that each almost exit was a pleasurable one for him. They went over the edge like that, the two of them, moving in sync. And as Derek collapsed on top of her.

One thought made its way to the forefront of Emily’s mind, and given that she was still swept up in the currents of pleasure. It did not cause the panic that it would have in any other situation.

I love this man, she thought.

I love you, Derek Haven.