Chapter 12

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Warning: Strong Sexual Content

Penelope took just a moment to catch her breath, before raising her mouth back to his.

It was all the encouragement Derek needed, before he set to do what he wanted to do: claim this woman as his. He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping in for full possession of her mouth. He moved his hands under her sassy kitty shirt, touching the smooth skin of her bare back.

Pen moaned against his mouth, reaching her hands to his waist, tugging the shirt out of his pants. She moved her hands under his shirt, too, obviously needing to feel him as badly as he needed to feel her. He couldn't help but smile again at his eager angel. He decided he'd help her along.

"Here, baby," he said, giving her one quick nipping kiss, before pulling his shirt over his head.

Penelope's eyes darkened, staring at the sculpted perfection of his chest. "I repeat, stone cold sober this time; magnificent."

"Thanks." He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "Don't think that I don't appreciate the compliment, but it is only fair if we are in an equal state of undress."

She hesitated for just a second, toying with her shirt. She removed a string that was dangling on the hem, watching his eyes darken with impatient desire. This was so fun, teasing him like she did at work. It was surprising for her, too. She'd never anticipated having sex with him would include their sense of humor.

He pointed a finger at the bottom of her shirt and flicked it in an upward motion. "Come on, woman. Off."

She licked her lips, crossed her arms over her chest, and pulled her shirt off with a flourish. Her glasses came ajar with the movement; she took a moment to refocus, and was nearly bowled over by the look in his eyes. They were so hot, staring so blatantly at her breasts. She could practically feel his eyes on her, like fingers caressing. Her nipples raised in pure response.

He took a step forward, putting his hands on her waist. He slid them slowly upward, over the smooth expanse of her ribcage, before reaching her breasts. He cupped under them, lifting the heavy weights. He never took his eyes off of her; he simply continued to look in a rather worshiping fashion.

"You know," he said, rubbing the pad of his thumbs over her pert nipples. "I pictured these so many times in my dreams, wondering what shade of pink they were, how they would react when I caressed them." He was circling his thumbs, brushing them over the tips, flicking gently with his nails.

She stood absolutely still, afraid that if she moved, he would stop what he was doing.

"I am so sorry." He brought his eyes up to hers; blazing hot in intensity. "I completely underestimated their perfection."

That did it for her. She launched herself back in his arms, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. She needed more, and she was going to get more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting up on her tiptoes. She wrapped a leg around his, nearly climbing up his body in a desperate need to be closer to him.

Seeming to understand, Derek reached one hand under her bottom, the other under her standing leg, and lifted. She wrapped her legs around him, kissing him with an intensity she didn't know she had. She was starving for him, for the feel of his hot, smooth, bare skin against hers.

He held her for just a moment, letting gravity push her hips into his, easing her softness over the bulge in his pants. He kissed her, his tongue plunging deep into the recesses of her mouth, mimicking another motion she wanted to happen. She opened-her mouth, her thighs, her everything-trying to get closer to him. She could feel her whole body opening in response to him.

He took a step forward, resting her against the arm of the couch, still kissing her. She reached her hands forward, working on his belt and pulling it lose from the loops on his pants. He stood up then, simply waiting for her to do what she was going to do. He certainly wasn't going to stop her.

She undid the button on his pants and tugged down the zipper. Reaching for the waistband of both his pants and boxers, she pushed downward, removing both in one fell swoop.

Then she sat there, simply staring with rather wide eyes. She blinked rather rapidly.

"That surprised look," he asked with the beginnings of a smirk. "I hope that means it was a good surprise?"

She looked up at him, seeing his devilish grin. She didn't answer; it was obvious he knew the answer.

"Well?" he questioned again, pressing her to answer. The smirk, and other parts of his anatomy, were growing even more pronounced. She seriously hadn't thought his cock could grow any larger, but apparently she was wrong.

She met his eyes and smiled. "I'm not saying a damn thing. You are already vain enough."

He shrugged. "I can take it," he said, reaching his hands under her and tugging off her sassy kitty shorts.

For a minute, some awkwardness hit. She was sitting there on the arm of her couch, naked as the day she was born, with a similarly naked, very aroused Derek standing in front of her. It was rather surreal, really.

That lasted only a second. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms, kissing her again. Thought swept out of her mind, to be replaced with burning hunger and desperate need. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, arching her hips, her whole body against him.

He kept one hand on her bare bottom, squeezing, caressing, while the other moved down her over her hip to between her legs. His fingers stroked, petted, caressed, teasing her and spreading her wetness. She pulled her mouth away and buried her face in his shoulder. She started to shiver; she wanted so much more.

"Now," she murmured, biting the skin of his shoulder, rocking her hips against his hand.

"Soon," he said, sliding a finger inside her.

"How soon?" she growled in frustration.

He chuckled in response.

She hissed and closed her eyes, her legs trembling with unmet desire. This was unfair, how much she wanted him, and heaven knew, she was completely against things that were unfair. She needed to change this up a bit.

She reached a hand down between them and wrapped her hand nearly around his erection. She slid her hand up and down his rigid length. She could tell she was affecting him; he'd stopped moving his hand, his eyes had closed, and he was standing completely still.

It was her turn to smirk. She squeezed her hand and brushed her thumb over the velvety, damp tip. "I repeat: how soon?"

He reached quickly for his discarded pants. He pulled out a condom and rolled it on, and then pulled her back into his arms. "Quick enough for you?"

She smiled. "It'll do."

He kissed her again, holding her against him, building up that delicious ache again that bubbled with ferocious heat between them. She took a step backwards and ended up falling on the couch. She tugged him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around him.

She could tell he was fighting this, but she was too desperate. She wanted him here, now, and she wasn't going to be stopped. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his mouth down to hers.

He pulled his mouth away. "Baby-"

"Now, Derek," she commanded, raising her hips up against him.

With a groan, he thrust into her, reaching for her hips to angle her upward. She jolted with surprise and then sighed with pleasure as he slid deeper. He began to move, thrusting in a slow, controlled rhythm, moving deeper, stronger, with each heavy slide. She hooked her legs over his, arching her hips to meet the thrusts.

Derek reached out and held the other armrest, holding himself up and changing the angle of his thrusts. She moaned, gasped, and then cried out in pleasure as the thrilling tension started to build in her. He moved faster, harder, and she came in heady spasms around him.

He held still for a moment, letting her come down from her high, before sliding out of her.

She stared at him. He was still erect. "What-"

"Okay," he said, leaning over to scoop her up in his arms. "We started your way, but we're finishing my way." He started walking toward her bedroom.

He lay her on the bed and then followed her down. He was still between her legs, but he moved down, kissing, licking, sucking on her breasts. He paid loving attention to one, and then moved to its perfect mate. She arched and squirmed against him; there was a direct link to her clit every time his mouth tugged on her nipple.

He started kissing downward, dragging his warm mouth slowly over her belly. He started moving even lower, and she started worrying. She'd been busy all day, and she needed a shower...

"Derek," she protested. "You don't have to…ohhhhh!"

After he tasted her, she was limp and sated when he moved up her body and entered her again. It was total surrender; she could barely move. She could only lay there and enjoy. He moved slowly, melding his mouth with hers again for deep, penetrating kisses. That incredible want stirred again. She raised her arms around his back, starting to move under him.

He held her tight and rolled over, then moved his hands to her bottom, helping with this new angle. She leaned over him, kissing him, her knees on both sides of his hips. He helped her sit upright, and groaned as he slid deeper inside of her. She started to move, sliding, stroking, undulating in a need to reach a new goal.

He let her control the movements for a while, before his hands moved to her hips, guiding her faster, harder against him. She was so close, so close to something colossal. She leaned forward, moving even faster. He slid a hand between them and stroked her sensitive peak. She cried out in a rippling climax. He gripped her hips hard, continuing to move her until he'd reached his own brilliant release.

Long moments later, she slid slowly to his side, resting her head on his chest. He tossed away the condom, pulled the covers up over them, and they both fell into a deep sleep.