Chapter 3
AN: A little bit of passion….Warning: strong sexual content
Penelope was having the most wonderful dream. Derek was completely and wonderfully attentive to her, wanting to make love with her. He was kissing her, drawing her into a web of seduction she never felt before in her life. He wanted her, he made absolutely no bones about that. As much as she wanted him. In fact, she was certain he wanted her even more.
She could still feel the rasp of his whiskers against her neck, the press of his erection against her naked bottom. His fingers were circling a nipple, every once in a while flicking the hard little tip. It was when his lips captured her earlobe, she finally woke completely up.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured. His arm was her pillow, she was snuggled up close to him, her back to his chest. He was currently kissing that lucky ear of hers, and his free hand was still teasing her breast, tantalizing her with every movement.
She smiled to herself. This was so, so much better than any dream. Sunlight was streaming in the windows, warming her, but she didn't need it. There was much more heat radiating off of him. She purred and sighed. "Good morning, my love."
"You're hard to wake up," he said, moving down a little to kiss the side of her neck.
All the teasing he did last night was fresh in her mind. "That's funny." She turned to look at him a little, and arched an eyebrow. "Usually I'm easily aroused."
He chuckled, then leaned to kiss her cheek before moving back to her neck. "Relax; I have a very pleasant way for you to wake up."
His hand that was cupping her breast and teasing the peak started to make slow circles downward. She leaned back a little more, turning her head to reach for his mouth. He kissed her then, deep and hard, and all the magic from last night returned in a heartbeat. It was absolutely electric and completely drugging, what his mouth could do. She didn't think there was anything as wonderful as kissing Derek. Then his hand slid lower.
The first touch of his long fingers in the wet softness of her body was sinfully erotic. She arched and twisted, moaning against his mouth. She wanted this, wanted him, for such a long time. It was almost too intense; she pulled away a little, but his arm held her down so he could continue the sensuous torture. He stroked and circled the erect little peak, and her hips started to move in a familiar rhythm and her legs started to shake.
She pulled her mouth away from his fantastic kiss and cried his name. At that moment, he pressed on the little nub, sliding two fingers into her warmth, and she exploded. Not just contracting, but convulsing, screaming out in pleasure.
It took awhile for her to come back to earth. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing rapid, her nerve endings open from firing. She couldn't help but smile; it felt so, so good.
She felt a little sheepish too, from being that wanton. In the sunlight, she was on full display. It was a different from being tipsy and in a darkened room. She knew he loved her, but this was so new for her, for them. She hoped he still liked what he saw. She slowly opened her eyes.
The look on his face took her breath away. He was leaning over her, and his face was absolutely suffused with barely constrained lust. "That was nice," he said, smiling wickedly at her, "but now it's time for the main event."
Within a heartbeat, he was kissing her again, all the passion and desire he had in him pouring out. She felt herself falling under his spell, that liquid warmth and coiling tension overtaking any lethargy she had left. She pulled him closer, needing to feel his reassuring weight, helping her stay grounded.
Lord, the man could kiss! She was usually able to think and react so quickly, but when he kissed her, she was jelly. It was a deliberate, determined attack on her senses she had no wish to fight. She moved invitingly under him, trying to get closer to the ultimate satisfaction.
He broke the kiss, only to trace a line with his mouth down to feast on her aching breasts. She arched against him, the pleasure was so intense. But soon that drove to a deeper need that screamed to be satisfied. She tugged up at him, trying to encourage him to take her. But he stayed, kissing, paying homage to her breasts.
Penelope was near her breaking point. She was writhing under him, trying so hard to encourage him to finish this. She waited much, much too long for this. She was tugging at him rather frantically, "Please…"
That little word, spoken with such longing did it for him. He opened a condom from the drawer by the edge of the bed. He rolled it on, then thrust inside her wetness, as far as she could let him in. He groaned; it was in perfect harmony with her sharply inhaled breath.
He smiled down at her, but she didn't see. Her eyes were closed, her mouth pursed in absolute bliss. Nothing could make this any better; it was heaven on earth. The feeling of fullness and warmth was exquisite.
Then he brought his hands under her bottom, raising her enough so he slid just that much deeper. Her eyes flew open in surprise. "Oh! Oh, my…."she moaned in delighted happiness. He was smiling rather cockily at her; it was okay, he was justified at the moment! She wrapped her legs around him and sighed, kissing the side of his jaw.
"This by itself was worth the five year wait," he teased, giving her a gentle kiss.
Her eyes flared heat. Gentle was not what she wanted at this moment. No more teasing; she kissed him with a fierce hunger and urgency. Something in him must have snapped. He started to move faster, harder, holding her up, gripping her hips with his hands so tightly she knew he was going to leave bruises. She was right with him, her fingernails scoring his back, arching to meet each thrust.
He was reaching for that awesome destination, and he was taking her along for the ride. She answered in a wordless mewl, clawing at him, reaching for it, too. She cried out, climaxing over the edge, trembling with the intesity. She felt him pulsing too, reaching his own peak. And in that moment, the world as she knew it ceased to exist, and only she and her Sweetness remained.
