The final bit of homecoming love!
Meredith opened her eyes, stretching lazily, and felt the tickle of velvet against her belly, and an unfamiliar weight resting there. "Derek…" she murmured, realizing he wasn't in the bed with her. She glanced down, discovering the velvet weight was a small bag, now sliding off of her. With a little smile, she picked it up, toying with the silken cord tying it closed. Getting up, she pulled on her dressing gown, slipping the little bag into her pocket. She wandered over to the window, and discovered the table set there with some dinner.
Their clothes had been whisked away, and she could hear the sounds of water splashing in the dressing room. Obviously he had summoned Rose while she had been napping, and she shook her head at the efficiency of the servants.
"Ah, you're awake," Derek said, returning to the bedroom, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. Water gleamed on his chest, small droplets chasing each other down the line of his hair, disappearing into the towel slung around his hips.
"You bathed without me," she pouted prettily. "I would have helped you."
He dropped down into the wing chair, pulling her into his lap, a slow grin on his lips. "Then we would never get to eat, my love, and I am suddenly ravenously hungry," he told her, dipping his head, and kissing her throat.
Her breath caught, as she inhaled his clean, fresh soapy scent, and she let her head fall back. "Am I not satisfying enough then?" she teased him, snuggling against him.
"More than satisfying, and you know it, you little vixen," he laughed. "But I will need to keep up my strength at the rate we are going."
For a few minutes, they nibbled on the food, relaxed and content in each other's company. "You will be happy to know that I have made peace with Marcus," he commented. "I asked him to be the best man at the wedding."
"Oh, I'm so glad you were able to forgive him."
"He told me also that Addison was scheming again," Derek said, a trace of anger in his voice at the thought. "She wanted him to find something in your past to discredit you, so that I wouldn't marry you."
"What!?" Meredith looked at him in shock. "How could she…"
"I know, there is nothing possibly that could have dissuaded me, no matter what. Marcus assured me that he would not have gone through with it, at any rate." Derek smiled at her. "And I spoke to her father, the Earl of Smithwick, and he is going to arrange a marriage for her to someone else as soon as possible. So, you see, my love, all is taken care of."
Meredith returned his smile, but she wondered in her heart if Addison was truly out of their lives. Women like that had a nasty way of turning up when you least expected them.
"Oh, I almost forgot about this," she murmured, as she shifted position, and the little bag in her pocket bumped against her leg. She pulled it out, and looked at him. "You're going to spoil me."
"I plan to," he said, watching her as she undid the ties, and spilled the contents into her hand. Lustrous pearls tumbled out, strung onto a twin strand choker, with matching earrings.
"Derek! It's gorgeous…here, help me put it on," she said, handing it to him, and sweeping her hair up. The warm pearls caressed her skin, as he fastened it around her neck, pressing his lips to her skin when he was done. She turned to face him again, letting her hair swirl back around her face, as she slipped the earrings on as well.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, "and the choker is perfect on you. It suits you to be naked with pearls." Her face flushed, hair tumbling around her, the pearls glowed in the dim light against her creamy skin. "Come, look for yourself," he said, taking her hand and tugging her towards the vanity table. She sat down and looked at her reflection, and her hand strayed to touch the warm beads. Derek rested his hands on her shoulders, and he bent down to kiss her temple. The dressing gown slid down her arms, baring her chest, and his hands moved to cup her breasts. She watched in the mirror, as he tweaked her nipples, her pulse beating faster as they hardened under his touch.
He knelt down behind her, meeting her eyes in the mirror, as he continued to fondle her. "You see how you look when you are aroused," he whispered hotly, "giving yourself to me completely. I love watching you."
Meredith moaned, and her head fell back against his solid chest. His hands played along her body, igniting the slow kindling desire into smoldering heat. Her chest rose and fell, as she continued to stare at her reflection. His hands dipped lower, and the wet ache pooled in her lower body, and she let her thighs part for him, moaning and shaking. His fingers brushed her clit, and her eyes closed.
"Don't close your eyes," he urged, as he stroked her faster, his lips at her ear.
"Oh.." she murmured, opening her eyes, finding his dark gaze on her. Her body rocked against his hand, the thrumming pulse inside of her getting stronger. She felt a little wicked, staring at the sight of her naked body, watching her reaction to what he was doing to her. His fingers moved deeper into her, making her cry out, and arch her back against him. Her head rolled from side to side, as she felt the climax building to the point of no return.
"Yes, Meredith…just like that…" he whispered, murmuring more words and feathering little kisses along her neck and shoulders, as she bucked and throbbed. Meredith gripped his hand that rested on her chest, as the world swirled away into points of pure pleasure.
With a soft whimper, Meredith relaxed against him, and he carefully shifted her around to face him, as he knelt between her legs. He brushed the hair away from her eyes tenderly. "Will you be all right?" he asked, cupping her chin in his hand. His mouth covered hers gently, kissing her lips, and the moving up along her cheek.
"Oh yes, Derek…" she sighed, drowsy and sated once again. "I feel wonderful."
"Yes, you do," he agreed, laughing softly. "More than wonderful." He gathered her closer, burying his face against her hair. "Ah, Meredith, I can't tell you how much I missed being with you while I was away. Missed your sweet smile, and this perfect closeness we share. Never before have I been so impatient to be leaving London. Even Marcus was surprised to see me this way." His rich masculine laughter rumbled through her, as she rested against him.
"I missed you as well, but Kate did her best to keep me busy," Meredith confessed. "I even took Mistral out one day, out to the place we went, but it just made me think of you."
Derek stood up slowly, drawing her to her feet, hugging her against him. "We will go to London together the next time, no more separations," he assured her, as they headed towards the bed. Her dressing gown trailed behind her, and she let it fall to the floor, crawling back onto the bed. Her eyes sparkled at him, in the fading candlelight, as they stared at each other. Slowly, he sank down beside her.
"No more separations," she agreed, taking his hand and kissing the palm, her tongue delicately touching him. A shudder ran through him at the soft touch, more erotic than he imagined. Her hand rested on his taut abdomen, and she felt him tighten. "Let me love you now," she said, easing him backwards, as she moved over him, the heat in his eyes burning into her as he watched her. Her hand circled the demanding length of his cock, so hard and full again. She pressed her lips to him, and then let her tongue swirl over the satiny skin. His body arched, the drops already forming at the head of his cock, warm and pungent on her tongue. He gave a soft groan of surrender, as she stroked him wetly, sliding down to the base, and over his balls.
His hand tangled in her hair, as she feathered her tongue along him, her fingers tantalizing and squeezing. Tracing the veins, sucking harder, then softer, driving him mad with need. He gripped the pillows with his other hand, his hips lifting higher, as he bucked and lost himself in the feel of her mouth around him. She drew back, and then took him in deeper, playing and teasing, until he begged for release. "God, now… Meredith…please..please..YES!" He cried out her name as the orgasm shattered his thoughts into ragged pieces. Coming in a hot stream, his cock swelling and bursting, her tongue lashing him with almost agonizing pleasure. Until he was spent and exhausted, his grip loosening on her hair.
Meredith moved back up to his embrace, and he cradled her in his arms, resting his head against hers. "Good night, my love," he whispered.
"Good night," Meredith whispered, realizing as sleep overtook her again, that she had forgotten to tell him that she might be pregnant. Time enough tomorrow, she thought sleepily.