Chapter 40: Derek Opens Up

Meredith drove to her quarter with increasing uneasiness. After work, she went straight to his trailer, but contrary to what she and Mark thought, he wasn't there. She waited over an hour, walked around the trailer ten times, tried to call him unsuccessfully and given the fact that it was already past eleven, decided to get home.

Surprisingly, she found his car parked on the street in front of her house. She quickly ran inside to see him sitting morosely on her couch.

"Addison let me in before she went for her shift," he explained casting his eyes down.

Meredith nodded in acknowledgment and wordlessly sat down beside him, feeling he was about to speak.

"Two guys shot my dad," he confessed sagging back into the coach, looking at her tiredly. "For his watch. My mom saved up for it. Two guys came into his store, and they shot him because he wouldn't give it up. That's how my dad died."

"I'm sorry," she whispered and intertwined his fingers with his. She caressed his hand soothingly, "I didn't want to be so harsh."

"We are supposed to treat everybody the same," he went on after a moment. "But they're not all the same."

"I guess I wasn't the only one holding dark secrets," she smiled gently.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier-"

"Derek," she silenced him. "You've got nothing to be sorry about. I kept more things from you… and I was a bitch to you."

He opened his mouth to speak but she lay a finger on his lips. "Just so you know, you can trust me too. I'm here for you."

He swallowed with difficulty, "I… I…" he stammered. "I lo-"

She smiled at him understandingly, "I know, you're tired. It must have been incredibly hectic for you."

He quickly looked down. It wasn't the right time to tell her anyway.

She stood up and reached a hand towards him, cocking her head to her side. "Come here, I'll make you forget about the world."

He followed her through the dark confines of the house, upstairs to her room. She lit the discreet night lamp and made him sit on the bed delicately. She slid the jacket of his shoulders and pushed him to half lie on the pillows. She then removed his shoes and socks and slowly made her way to the center of the room, a spot clearly visible from his position.

She kicked her high heels off and swayed sensuously on her tiptoes to the soft music in her head, her eyelids half closed over her misty eyes. Derek tensed with anticipation; he never saw her look more beautiful than now. Undoubtedly, she always did. Everyone admired her form clad in expensive brand clothes. But only Derek knew that they only hid her natural elegance, class and beauty.

Meredith turned in a circle, sending her long fair hair flying around her and she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, one tiny button after another. Her lips arched in a discreet smile. Derek's eyes fixed on her chest as her hands pulled the lapels of her shirt apart dragging it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. She continued to swing lightly in her lavender lace bra. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms above her head.

The want for her growing in the pit of his stomach intensified almost painfully. He was immobilized with it. He couldn't tear his eyes apart if he wanted and well, he would never want to. She was exquisiteness and sensuality personified, and she was his.

She turned her back to him and his stormy blue irises automatically travelled to her tight butt. Meredith threw him a mischievous look over her shoulder and pulled down a little zipper on her hip and shimmied her white pencil skirt off, revealing inch after inch her enticing ass, clad only in a lavender strip of her thong.

By now, Derek was already iron hard and had loosened his shirt. He watched attentively with a quickening pulse as her hands went up to the clasp of her bra. She unfastened it and let the silky part of her lingerie join the heap of clothes on the carpet.

"Meredith…" he breathed out longingly. His hands couldn't wait to touch her hot skin.

"Just a little while longer," she whispered and turned back to him, proudly exhibiting her full breasts. Her rosy nipples were already hard and stood to his attention. She slid her fingers underneath the front of her panties and dragged them down past her thighs letting the tiny scrap of material pool at her feet.

She tiptoed to the bed and climbed it in a cat-like move on all fours, letting her breasts sway freely. She crawled over him, intentionally brushing his obvious hardness with her knee. He lunged forward but she stopped him, easing him back on the covers.

"Relax," she kissed the side of his neck and then the other. "This is about you."

She straddled his waist just over his erection and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She leaned into him, crashing her bare chest against his and kissed him on the lips, long and thorough, cupping his stubbly face in her hands. She massaged his scalp raking his raven locks and planted little kisses all over his face.

He felt warm and safe. She was never this delicate and caring with him, attentive to his every need, worshipping his body. It made him want her even more. He wanted more from her and apparently, she was ready to give it.

Her mouth and her quick tongue that peeked through her parted lips slid from his mouth down his chin and neck, steadily downwards. She chased his bobbing Adam's apple with her tongue. She explored his arms from the broad shoulders to the delicate surgeon hands.

Her hands and lips traced invisible patterns all over his hard chest. She pinched his nipple and jumped up as he gasped for air. Meredith quickly took him in and was pleased with the effects of her work. He was completely surrendered to her will, heavy lidded and damp with perspiration. The hard proof of his lust stood proudly against her ass.

She was no better, her core was burning with impatience to welcome him inside and she was leaving a wet stain on his pants. Meredith moved lower down his body, rubbing her folds over his clad manhood which seemed to swell even more.

"Meredith," he panted trashing his head back.

God, she adored this man beneath her with his wild hair that might need cutting, his crooked nose, his tapered chest with his happy trail leading to… She decided not to torture him much more. His erection staring at her face, she unfastened the claps of his belt, then a little button and the zipper and pulled his sweatpants along with his boxer briefs down his legs and he sighed happily at being freed.

She grazed her fingers over his ass and the back of his thighs his knees and calves, deciding how to pleasure him best.

She thought with amusement that it was never out of place to stroke… a man's ego.

"Have I ever told you you're so big?" she said huskily lowering her head onto her goal and licking the precum from his velvety head. "Huge, in fact… and so hard…"

"Yeah, yeah…" he stammered gripping the sheet into his fists, both love and desire for her clouding his mind. He craved to come in her, with her.

She licked little circles on his length and took him whole into her mouth. His hips bucked upwards, but she quickly pulled away with a smile.

"Meredith," he pleaded with a trembling voice.

"In a second, love," she soothed him not realizing what she called him. Derek did notice, and his lips widened in a smile.

Meredith scooted herself back up and interlaced her fingers with his, embracing him whole inside her leisurely, like they had all the time in the world. They both moaned at the intimate contact and Meredith stilled for a moment to revel in the pleasure mixed with the anticipation of imminent release. When the tension became unbearable, she began hovering over him twisting her hips in figures of eight. His breathing went ragged; she predicted with unmistakable certainty what his body needed next.

She wiggled her hips for the last time, locking his eyes in hers and proceeded to glide up and down on his slick length roughly.

"Yes… yes…" escaped her throat as she arched her back to gain better position. She lowered and rose above him breathlessly bringing them both higher and higher. Her muscles kept clenching around him wildly and the wave of unrestrained pleasure cumulated against the shore and flooded them, submerging them utterly, depriving of air.

She sank down on him while his arms snaked around her waist. The bodies clang together from head to toes. They smiled at each other wordlessly. All through their encounter they were exceptionally tender and quiet. Derek felt that this time they truly made love. With that on his mind, he let his eyes close and fell into a peaceful sleep.