Fuck.
That was all he ever did. Every woman who had been to his hotel room, he had fucked. There where dozens of them. Blondes, brunettes, red-heads, and there was one instance with a 60 year old woman, but he didn't like to bring it up. Though they were all the same. He had fucked them all, and he thought that was all he would ever do. That is.. Until her.
Lexie Grey
His Little Grey
Derek had made him promise not to touch her. Just his luck right? The one girl he actually started to like and care for, he couldn't be with. When she had knocked on his door, and spoke those three little words, all restraint left him. He tried to fight it, telling himself how young she was, how innocent. In his mind though he knew it was not true. Lexie was more mature than most elderly people he knew, and with the way she approached him… She lost her innocence.
So he gave into the fire that had begun to curl in his belly. He had kissed her, showing her everything he felt in that one moment. Their hands explored each other, removing clothing, searching for soft flesh to caress, to love. She allowed him to lead her to the bed, where the tumbled back.
Their limbs tangled together, slick flesh rubbing, melding. He memorized her every move, every spot that caused her pleasure. He learned her body. He watched the way her body shivered when his lips brushed the spot right underneath her jaw. He smiled when she moaned as he gently licked her clit. And his heart clenched at the tiny cry or fulfillment she gave when he first entered her. Mark Sloan was not a small man by any means, so he had stopped giving her tome to adjust.
Mere seconds later, she had looked at him with hooded eyes, gleaming with pleasure and love, urging him on. He kept his pace slow, making sure her eyes where connected with his.
When she adjusted fully to his size and pleasure overtook any discomfort, she started to mewl and arch up into him. Like a cat in heat. She needed him, and she urged him to go faster, to claim her.
His pace quickened and their hips met with every thrust. She cried out at every meeting, loving the feeling of being filled by him.
Her back arched into him, begging for more. And he gave it to her. Every thrust was faster, more deep, but still held the same amount of passion. Their bodies began to rise, higher and higher. Finally, all their happiness and care exploded. Lexie screamed in ecstasy, scraping her nails down his back. He barely noticed the bit of pain. He was lost in his Little Grey. His member spilled deep in the depths of her womb.
His body fell to the side of hers. They stayed like that for hours. Their eyes always keeping contact. He remembered how they shared secrets. Whispering, laughing, and telling each other everything.
And when the morning came, they where still in the same position. She had drifted off a short while before, but he continued to watch her.
Normally he would regret what he had done, but not with Lexie. Never with Lexie.
She wasn't like the other women. He made love to her. She was his.
