I will have to ask for your patience in waiting for the next update - my computer has crashed, and it will be a few days until I can straighten out things to get some writing/updating done. I am adding this from work, when I should be doing other things! LOL
Meredith grabs Derek's shirt to wear, waiting for the pizza delivery guy to arrive, as she wanders out to the fridge. Peering inside, she makes a face. "All you guys have is beer, and some weird looking moldy things!" She picks up two bottles of beer, and walks back to join Derek on the couch again.
"Don't blame me – I'm hardly ever here," Derek laughs, popping the caps off and handing one back to her. "You can thank Mark for the science experiments growing in there. Why do you think I'm always eating at your place?"
"I thought it was for the company, but obviously not!"
Derek takes her free hand, linking his fingers around hers. "Now you know…"
She sticks her tongue out at him, before taking a sip of her beer. "I'll remember that the next time you want to get into bed with me!"
The arrival of the pizza saves Derek, and he gets up quickly to answer the door. Meredith waits for him, tucking her feet under her, letting Derek's shirt fall open as she plays with the silver heart. Her stomach grumbles, as the scent of warm pizza floats across the room to her.
"Here you go, sweetheart," he says, setting it down on the coffee table.
"Sucking up will get you nowhere," she giggles, watching him walk away to grab some plates. When he turns back to her, her eyes slide down his body, and she bites her lip, seeing the pants, partly undone, hanging low on his hips. Her breathing quickens, and the mock indignation dissipates into thin air.
"What?" he asks, crossing the room to her, setting the plates down beside the pizza box. She grabs his hand and pulls him down on top of her, falling back against the arm of the couch. "I thought you were hungry…" he murmurs, kissing the side of her neck, settling between her legs, "… and a little annoyed…"
"I am hungry…" Her voice caught, her hand sliding down between them, brushing against his lean abdomen. "For you…" Her fingers seek his cock, pushing his pants further down his hips. He braces his hands on the armrest, kneeling over her then, as she takes his cock in her hand, running her tongue along the underside, making him shake.
"Jeez, Mer…" he sighs, feeling himself harden as she licks him, her fingers dancing around him. "That feels so damn good…" Her tongue swirls around him, as he pushes against her. Closing his eyes, letting the heat rush through him, his whole body concentrated on the feel of her mouth on him. Stroking, sucking, and tantalizing him, until he is close…so close… the blood pounding harder, and his arms shaking from the effort of holding himself up.
Then her fingers graze his balls, and he jerks, twisting his body. She squeezes him harder, and he groans louder. He feels the start of his climax, blood pumping faster, his whole body tensing. Gripping the arm of the couch tighter, he tries to control the thrusting, but he pitches forward against her, the intensity of it wracking his body. "Now, Mer…I can't…" The words are torn out of him, as he feels the climax pumping through him, hot and urgent, spilling against her lips. "Oh god…oh…god……"
Meredith slowly lets his cock go, caressing him softly with her tongue, making him shudder one last time. He falls down beside her, his head on her chest, as she kisses his temple. "How did I get so damn lucky to be with you?" he asks her, throwing his arm across her. "God, I didn't expect that…"
She giggles beneath him. "I know…just something I wanted to do for you…I can't get enough of you sometimes. Well, all the time," she confessed. "I just look at you, and all these feelings fire through me, and I can't help myself."
"Hey, that's not a bad thing," he chuckles, rising up to one elbow, looking down at her in the dim light of the room. "And I have the same problem myself, you know."
"Hopeless sex addicts…"
"I can think of worse things!"
Meredith glances over at the pizza box then. "Maybe we should eat now."
He leans down to kiss her softly, pressing her down against the cushions, as his hand slides beneath the shirt. "Maybe…" he agrees, "before I get other ideas too."
"What kind of ideas?" Meredith asks, as his shirt falls away from her body.
"Like having you right now instead of food." His lips skim across her stomach, feeling her intake of breath as he does. "Or maybe both…"
"What are you talking about?" she giggles, as he sits up to pull open the pizza box. He gives her a little grin, as he pulls some of the pieces of pepperoni and mushrooms from the surface of the pizza.
"Hold still."
"Der…"
She looks at him, puzzled, as he carefully starts to place the morsels of food along her body, the warmth tickling her. Her body twitches in response. "This is crazy…"
Derek bends over, picking up a piece of meat with his teeth, tongue licking her softly in it's wake, moving on to the next one, nibbling and licking, until she is moaning. Her hips rise to meet his mouth, as he prepares to take the piece balanced on her inner thigh. Her back arches, as he carefully picks it up, his breath hot on her skin.
"God, Der…you're driving me crazy…" The soft touches along her body make her quiver. His tongue suddenly strokes her, just along her inner thigh. He makes contact with her clit, teasing and circling it over and over, tasting her wetness that soak his tongue instantly. He moves away, trailing kisses along her thighs, letting his teeth nip her gently, as he moves along her body.
"But I like driving you crazy…" He shifts again, so that he is face to face with her. His lips hover over hers, and she can smell the spice of the pepperoni, and her own scent on his lips. "I like it when you shake like this, all hot and soft, all because of what I'm doing to you…" He kisses her, his lips warm. "You really are so beautiful, Mer, and tonight you just seem like a special gift. I don't know how to explain it, but…"
She places her hand on his cheek. "I understand, Derek. Just kiss me," she whispers, pulling his mouth down to her again.
He kisses her over and over, teasing her with his fingers, playing with her, until she melts with a soft sigh. Her breasts, her hips, the inside of her wrist, and back between her thighs - his lips touch her everywhere. When he reaches her soft, silky pussy lips again, his tongue makes her come almost instantly, she's so wet and arouses. A little torrent of cries fills the air as she climaxes around him.
Lifting her leg higher, Derek slowly eases into her, his mouth on hers again, taking his time, wanting to please her. He cradles her face in his hands, reaching for the pillow. "Lift up, sweetheart," he murmurs, shoving the pillow beneath her as she does. Her eyes lift to his, her soft green eyes glazing with passion, and a slow grin crosses his lips.
"Perfect." He moves slowly in and out of her, loving the tight sensation of her around him. So tight, yet so soft, and wet.
"Perfect," she repeats, moving in time with him, her lips parted, her hair in a mess, her whole body warm beneath him.
"Are you doing okay?"
"Oh, yes…" she nods, arching into him again.
Still holding her gaze, he pulls partway out, and then slides up into her again, making her gasp, and pull at his hips. Bending his head, he opens his mouth against her neck, grazing her with his teeth as he thrusts into her again. Her skin is damp, salty, and sweet all at the same time. He rocks into her, over and over, as she tightens around him, her hands sliding up around his waist. A soft gasp escapes from her throat, sending more heat to his groin.
"Oh, god. Meredith…" His own voice is hoarse, as he slides feverishly slowly. So hot, her mouth finding his again, her hips lifting. The heat between them intensifies, as he moves harder and faster, as she arches against him, crying his name. Everything releases in him, every ounce of pure pleasure between them pouring out, as she takes him deeper.
Meredith feels her own body soaring, the sweet sex mesmerizing, his cock throbbing hotly, as she winds tighter to him. "Ohmigod…Derek…"
Panting, laughing softly, he collapses against her. "Is it just me, or is it getting even more intense?"
"Not…your…imagination…" Meredith pants, kissing his forehead as he rests against her.
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