Chapter 11
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The drive to Penelope's apartment took a lot longer than the drive to the restaurant. The anticipation for what was going to happen completely caused the clock to turtle along. Pen had never wanted anything like she wanted Derek at that moment. He held her hand the entire time, talking and acting like he always did, but she couldn't do it. She tried to make small talk, but ended up stumbling over her words. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, Derek opened her door and they walked into her place in silence. Inside, Derek took off his shoes, his coat and his tie, then turned and smiled at her gently. "Baby Girl, I can wait, you know. You haven't been talking; we don't have to do this if you are nerv-"
Penelope launched herself into Derek's arms, dragging his head down to kiss him. She had her three inch heels on, adding to her five seven height, but she was still shorter than his six one stature. She hooked a leg on his hip, trying to climb up his body, to deepen the kiss. She was starving for him; the wait was definitely over.
Derek didn't disappoint. A moment later, his hands were on her ass, lifting her against him, and he took absolute and total control of their kiss. He slanted his mouth over hers, melding his lips to hers and devouring her. He played with her lips, slow, controlled, but deep and powerful, too. He tasted her, his tongue dipping in, gently at first, then thrusting deeply, plundering the inner recesses of her mouth.
"Oh, yes," Penelope moaned, opening her mouth more to the exploration of his tongue.
His mouth was everywhere and everything, licking, biting, sucking. His teeth nibbled her bottom lip, then he drew her lip into the warmth of his mouth, before moving to another area. He kissed the corners, the tiny bow above her upper lip, like he was memorizing every contour, every crevice of her mouth.
Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he moved her head backward, giving him fuller access to her neck. He kissed that spot under her ear, and hot shivers crawled down her spine. She felt drained, fully incapable of supporting herself. She felt as if she would melt onto the floor in a puddle. That would be totally acceptable to her; she felt that good.
Derek licked, bit, and kissed a trail down the tendons of her neck, stopping to lave the pulse point at the juncture of her collar bone and shoulder. He worked his hands down her back, and she felt the zipper of her dress being opened. A moment later, her gown lay at her feet in a puddle of dark green silk and gossamer tulle netting.
They made love.
Long moments later, she was wrapped in his arms, her back to his front. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Penelope... I love you."
She turned to look at him, but he was already snoring peacefully.
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