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Warning – 18 and over only, please. Sexual content.
Previously on Mine –
"Then show me. Show me your fantasy, Derek, and make mine come true," Penelope says, acquiescing to his passionate declaration.
Derek nuzzles her neck, while his hands make short work of removing her bra. As her breasts are freed from their confinement into his waiting hands, Derek grunts in satisfaction.
"No bras after hours, Red Delicious," Derek demands, palming her full breasts. "I want full access to my babies at all times."
He tosses her bra to the side, not even bothering to look where it lands. His hands ghost over her stomach before finally reaching her ample breasts. Derek's thumbs skim her nipples, and he growls as she cries out his name. Derek realizes that Penelope's nipples are very sensitive and he smirks devilishly.
"So reactive," he purrs, lightly pinching her hard nipples, reveling in her response to the slight pain. Her hands grasp onto his arms, her nails digging in as he rolls her puckered nipples between his fingers. "They look so delicious, I must taste them…"
"Please," Penelope moans.
Penelope's begging inflames Derek. He lowers his head and doesn't waste time in wrapping his lips around her rosy bud. Derek begins to suckle and Penelope's knees buckle in response. Derek's tongue slowly licks her taut skin, his mouth taking in more of her incredibly soft flesh. Delighted with Penelope's vocal response, he begins to flick his tongue around her large, erect nipples, intent on driving her mad with desire. Her nails rake down his arms almost painfully.
"God, Derek…too much," she moans.
"What's too much, baby?" Derek taunts.
"That beautiful mouth of yours; feels too good." She's almost slurring her words because of how much pleasure is coursing through her.
"This beautiful body of yours feels so good," Derek mutters.
"Please…" Penelope's voice is weak, her breathing shallow.
"Please what, baby?" Derek asks. He knows she's putty in his hands now.
"I need you, Derek," Penelope implores. "Don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing. I'm savoring your luscious form," he confides.
Penelope slightly pushes him away, wanting to make him as crazy with desire as she is and grasps his girth in her hand.
"Mmmm…you like that, don't you? Feeling how much I want you?"
His hand still plucks her nipple in time with her strokes while trying not to succumb to her potent wiles. Penelope grasps Derek's hardness in her soft hand, looks up at him, licks her lips, and drops to her knees, intent on driving him wild with her oral caress.
"Pen..."
She drags his pants down his legs, ignoring him, softly raking her nails down his thighs, and gives him a slight smile.
"Baby..."
"Hush," Penelope commands softly.
Derek chuckles deeply but moans as her tongue darts out to taste him. Her lips soon follow her tongue, easing his large erection into her hot mouth. As Derek feels her warm, wet mouth envelope him, he groans. His slides his hands into her hair, pulling it away from her face so he can watch her plump lips form a circle around him.
Penelope revels in the feel and taste of Derek in her mouth. She loves making him tremble; it makes her feel sexy and powerful to affect him so. As she bobs her head back and forth, moaning slightly, she hears Derek's command.
"Look at me."
She instantly obeys him, and it was just like his fantasy, her dark brown eyes locking into his over her glasses.
And there it is.
That fire.
That burning passion he's been yearning to see in her eyes.
And it's for him. Him, Derek Morgan.
The man who wants nothing more than to make love to Penelope Garcia.
Penelope can hear his breathing grow more ragged and she begins to suck harder, wanting to drive him wild. She watches his face contort in pleasure and that causes her to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Derek hisses at the sight of her beautiful, glossy lips wrapped around him. He suddenly feels as if the top of his head is going to come off. He pulls her hair, words suddenly failing him, but she doesn't pull back, only sucks him faster, humming around his girth in her mouth.
As he watches her make love to him with her mouth, he has to brace himself against the door because the pleasure is so intense.
"Baby!" he chokes out. "Baby, stop..."
Her tongue strokes the underside of him and he has to close his eyes to keep from losing it. The feel of her mouth is making him crazy with lust, and those flirtatious little glances his baby was giving him. He can't stand it anymore; he needs to feel her, all of her. He doesn't want it to end this way. He knows he has to regain control of himself or he's going to ejaculate in her mouth; it just feels too wonderful. He can't stand the thought of not being able to take her body, to feel that intimacy.
He needs her. And he needs her now. Not her mouth, not her hands, but he needs to feel connected to her, to feel one with her. To feel whole, to join his body with hers.
Complete.
"Baby...BABY…stop!" Derek pleads
The plea in his voice makes her ache for him, makes her stop her game of driving him wild and she releases him with a small 'pop'. Penelope pouts a bit at him, disappointed that he's making her stop; she was enjoying the power she now knew she has over him.
"Derek... I was enjoying myself." She gives him her best pouty voice, testing him.
"Behave," he responds in a stern tone.
'Would he cave?' she wonders. Would he admit he wants to sink into her body or was he just using her for release? She knows the truth, but there is that voice in her head again. Taunting her, reminding her of her insecurities.
"Let me finish," she pleads. "I can make you feel good. Don't stop me, I want to do this…"
"Silly girl." He shakes his head. "I want to make you feel good. Get up here."
With those words, he sweeps her up in his arms and starts up the steps to his bedroom.
"Derek Morgan! Put me down right now!"
"Hush. I got this"
"You're going to hurt yourself!"
"Woman, put your arms around my neck and be silent," he says in a firm tone, leaving her no room to argue.
Penelope obeys and lays her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, enjoying the feeling of the security his strong arms give her. He effortlessly walks upstairs, breathing in the intoxicating smell of her hair, relishing the feel of her skin against his, trying to comprehend that his baby girl was here in his home – his arms – and soon to be in his bed.
After tonight there will be no more doubt.
No more questions.
No more "what if".
She will be his.
He can't wait to be inside her, her legs around his waist, his hands roaming her bare skin, every single last inch of it. No more being frustrated at work, standing on the sidelines while Kevin was touching his woman...
His heart soars with the realization – that no longer will he be pining for her; no more waiting for the day to arrive that she would be his.
That day is today.
Tonight is the night that he makes Penelope Garcia his...
His baby girl is not only his best friend anymore, no longer his secret passion, she is his for the taking.
Derek enters his bedroom and gently lays her on his large bed. He just stands there, savoring the sight of her in his bed, where he has imagined her so many times before. He reaches down and runs his hands up her legs until he reaches the top of her stockings, hooking his fingers into them and slowly taking them off, memorizing every bit of skin he uncovers. He kneels on the bed and places soft, caressing kisses on her stomach. He feels her tense beneath his mouth, but thankfully she relaxes after only a moment.
Slowly, Derek raises both her legs, sliding her skirt off before gently placing her legs back on either side of him. He parts her legs with his hands, and settles in between her thighs, letting her feel his excitement as he slowly grinds against her. Penelope rubs the heel of her hand against his length, unable to stop a gasp as she realizes just how big he really is. The reality of being with him, like this, is overwhelming her senses.
"That's right, baby... It's all for you," Derek mutters fiercely.
"Derek...please...I need you inside me."
"You tortured me, Pen. It's my turn."
Derek wants that, too, but he knows he only has so long before it'll be over, and he wants to feel and touch as much as he can. Penelope attempts to get what she wants by sliding her hands inside his waistband.
"Baby, stop," Derek cautions.
"But I want you," Penelope says in a coaxing tone.
"If you do that I will lose it. I want to make this good for you," Derek says with determination.
"If it gets any better, Derek, I just might go up in flames. I just want to feel you inside me so bad." Penelope tries once again to touch his erection, intent on achieving her goal of driving him wild.
Derek ignores her and brings his fingers to where she wanted him most, letting his fingertips trace her moist folds, attempting to distract her.
"Baby, you feel so wet..."
"That's what you do to me... Every day," she confides. "I watch you often at work and I just can't help it..."
"Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?" He doesn't know why he chose that moment to ask, but he needs to know she craved him as much as he craved her.
"Yes," she admits in a small voice, not meeting his eyes.
"Like this?" he asks, gently stroking his fingers over her clit.
She moans, turning her head to the side, feeling shy in front of him.
"Don't look away from me, Penelope," Derek chides. "No hiding .I want to see that you like what I'm doing," he says in a stern tone.
Yet still, she doesn't meet his eyes.
"No secrets between us, baby," he whispers in an urgent tone. "I want…I need to know what excites you."
"You do, Derek?" Penelope asks anxiously.
"Yes, baby, I do," he assures her. "Just as you will know what excites me."
She finally turns her face back to look him and gives him a wary smile.
"Look at me…"
He takes her hand and places it against him so that she can feel him throb in response to her soft touch.
"I touch myself all the time and think of you. Don't you know how beautiful and sexy you are? You are the star of my fantasies."
Her eyes finally meet his. In tandem, they stroke each other, Penelope running her hand up and down his length, Derek gingerly sweeping his fingers over her wet opening.
"I touch myself every day, Derek," she finally admits. "I can't stop thinking about your mocha body on top of mine, just like this. But as good as that felt, it can't compare to the reality of your touch."
His strokes begin to grow in pace the more she talks.
"Ohhhhh," she moans, immediately trying to stifle her outburst.
"Oh no, Pen...I want to hear you. Let go, baby. I want to hear you cry out my name. Let me hear how good it feels. How much better it feels to have MY hand pleasuring you. How does it feel, baby girl? Tell me…"
"Feels so good," she pants. "Please, don't stop...I'm…"
"You are?" he demanded to know.
She feels herself teeter on the edge, overwhelmed by his touch and the demand in his voice. His fingers work her faster as her breath becomes ragged.
"Now, baby. Come for me," he orders. "Let me hear you come, baby, I need to hear it"
Derek's fingers swiftly delve into her core, wanting to feel as well as hear her.
Penelope grabs his hand, whispering urgently, "Not alone...this time I want you with me when I come."
He looks at her pleading eyes and wants to tell her 'no' but he can't. Because he knows how she felt. She sees the responding heat in his eyes and knows he is going to give her what she craves...him inside her.
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