A little more for you - thanks for all the positive reviews!

"Are you all right, Derek?" his mother asks as he walks into the kitchen. He has finished cutting the grass, although his brain was consumed with mental images of Meredith, his senses overloaded from the taste and the feel of her lips.

"Wha..? Oh yeah, Mom," he mutters as he grabs a soda from the fridge, gulping in down to cool his thirst. It does nothing to cool the other thirst that rages like fire in his body.

She looks at him in concern. "Maybe it was too hot out there – you look really flushed."

"I'm fine, seriously," he says, trying to act normal. "I'm just gonna go over and see Meredith, okay? She asked me to drop by."

This earns another sharp look from his mother. "Oh? Well, I suppose she needs some company. I should invite her for dinner one night. Why don't you ask her when you see her, dear?"

"Sure," he nods, hoping his face doesn't betray the feelings surging through his veins. "I'll be back later."

He heads back outside, and walks across the yard. Meredith is still by the pool, but she has obviously been for a swim, her body glistening with drops of water, her wet hair slicked back. The tiny bikini is clinging to her, and he can see the nipples clearly against the damp material.

His whole body tightens, and he steps through the gate again, heading towards her. She looks up with a warm smile, and sits up on the edge of the lounge, holding her hand out to him. "Derek…I was afraid I scared you away earlier. I'm sorry…"

He takes her hand and sits down beside her again. "I'm okay."

"Good," she whispers, as she leans into him again, sliding her lips across his, tantalizing him with the promise of more. "You don't need to be scared of me."

"No..I'm not…" His voice is husky with want.

"Good…" She lifts his hand in hers, and places it against her chest, and he closes his eyes, his breath catching. "I just want you right now, Der," she whispers.

He lets the palm of his hand slide across her skin, pushing the small scrap of material out of the way. A little bead of water rolls down between her breasts, and he traces it with his finger. Taking a deep breath, he cups her breasts, and rubs his thumbs across her nipples, totally seduced by the sight as they harden beneath his touch. She gasps just a little, as he dares to caress her this way, exploring what he has been dreaming about. God, she is so beautiful, so receptive, and he kisses her again, trying desperately not to rush this, but not sure if that is going to be possible.

"Derek," she finally murmurs against his mouth, "we should go inside." Meredith stands up, pulling him up beside her, and totally in a daze, he lets her lead the way into the cool house. He feels like he is totally lost, only able to put one foot in front of the other, watching the sweep of her hair down her back, and the sway of her hips.

Meredith closes the bedroom door behind them, and looks at him with a small smile. As she bites her bottom lip, she walks toward him, slowly untying the string that holds her top together. She stands in front of him, and lets it drop to the floor, and he gulps and closes his eyes for a second. The next thing he knows, she is right there, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and his eyes snap open. She is looking up at him, waiting for him to make the next move. "Derek?" she says softly, "you want this, don't you?"

"Ah, god, Meredith, of course," he mutters, feeling ten times stupid. This is all new for him – he knows what is supposed to happen, he just doesn't trust himself to touch her right now. He might explode just from that, and totally die from embarrassment. He's never been this far with any girl – most of his dates were out with a group, with a little kissing when he takes the girl home. Even his prom night had been pretty innocent, compared to some of the stories he heard afterwards.

"Der," she says, placing her small hands on his chest, over his nipples, kissing him lightly there, "is this your first time?"

This is Meredith asking him if he's a virgin, and he prays, he hopes, she won't laugh, yet still…. "Um, well…" he starts to say, but she puts her finger on his lips.

"It's okay if it is. I think it's sweet – it kinda makes me happy that I can be the one to show you."

Derek isn't sure if he is more relieved that she understands, or upset that she thinks it's sweet, but he finally smiles back at her. He puts his arms around her and pulls her tight to him, lowering his head to kiss her again. This time he is the one to open her mouth to his and invade her mouth with his tongue, as his hands explore the contours of her back, sliding lower to her ass. His cock is aching, throbbing and almost uncomfortable in his jeans, and Meredith grinds her hips against it, kissing him back deeply.

Kissing, groping, they move slowly backwards, and somehow, they land on her bed, with her on top of him, straddling him. Her hands drift to the zipper on his jeans, and she slowly tugs it down, never breaking eye contact with him. She unsnaps the button as well, and slides her hands inside. Derek groans at the feel of her hands on his hot skin, at her fingers inching the material down his hips, pulling his boxers with the jeans, down and down, until she pulls them off him completely.

She hooks her fingers in her bikini bottom and shimmies out of them, tossing them onto the floor with his jeans. Derek is consumed with pure lust, looking at her then. Her pert breasts, erect nipples, smooth flat belly and the soft tuft of hair between her legs all combine to make him crazy. She giggles, "You look like you want to eat me," she says, coming back to lie down next to him. "And that will happen later…"

The contact of her warm, naked flesh against his is almost too much for him. She nestles into the crook of his arm, letting her fingers trail down his chest, tracing the definition of his muscles, down along the trail of hair to his cock. She puts her hand around him, and he arches up off the bed, closing his eyes at the sensation.

Meredith giggles. "Der, you're so cute, but you aren't going to last long this way." He is shaking with need, knowing that she is totally right. "I think we need to do something about this, and then you can concentrate, babe." The next thing he knows, she has her lips on his cock, and he nearly launches himself off the bed. Her fingers graze his balls, and she licks the length of him, her other hand on his thigh.

"Geez, Meredith…," he finally manages to say, his whole body focused on the feel of her lips around him, up and down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He grabs for a pillow, the sheets, anything within reach as he arches up into her mouth, overwhelmed by the pure pleasure rushing through him. How has he lived without knowing what this was like? The heat in groin spreads to the rest of his body, becoming more intense, and he can feel himself losing control, on the edge of his climax. It's mind-bending, sweet and sexy all at the same time, and he loses it, just loses it altogether, exploding hot and hard into her mouth. He is shaking and overwhelmed by the intensity, as he comes down to earth; barely aware she has let him slowly out of her mouth, tongue still cleaning him up. He closes his eyes, trying desperately to act normal, breathing heavily.

"Derek?" she says softly, and he opens his eyes to see her face right in front of him, her hair wild, and her lips wet and full. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, give me a second," he manages to say. "That was…god… amazing…"

"Oh, it gets better, babe, you just wait," she says, putting her lips to his again.