Chapter 55: Make Love to Me

It was well over midnight when they stumbled into Meredith's bedroom and she dropped tiredly on the soft covers.

"Aren't your feet killing you?" asked Derek hanging his jacket onto the chair and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I'm used to wearing high heels," she sighed relaxed as he slowly took off her shoes and massaged her small feet.

"Then, you have my respect," he chuckled gently. "Walking on five-inch nails…"

She burst out giggling madly bringing a hand over her face.

"What?" he asked feeling that she was laughing right at him for some reason.

"When you said that…" she panted. "I just imagined… you… trying to walk in high heels…"

He joined her in laughter, "You have some kinky fantasies? You better not have."

"God, no!" she giggled rubbing circles on his back with her toes. "You're all man, my manly man…"

He loosened his tie, kicked off his shoes and relaxed on the bed bringing her legs on his lap. His fingers strolled over her calves this and that way and he couldn't shake off this odd domestic feeling... undisturbed simplicity… Maybe it was because they were finally in the open after months filled with furtive looks, stolen kisses and masked outbursts of passion.

"It wasn't that bad…" she whispered from her pillow enchanting Derek all over. She looked so peaceful, childlike even in the soft diffused light of the night lamp. Her hair spilled from her clip framing her face freely, like she was some sleeping beauty reaching out for her prince. "They didn't dare gossip straight into our faces and… I'm not even that concerned with the fact that Alexandra Grey, or Lexie as she introduced herself, is a decent emotionally mature woman from a healthy background free from psychotic tendencies…"

"You're not?" his fingers tickled the soles of her feet leisurely.

She squirmed slightly under his ministrations and said quietly but decidedly, "Nope, I have something that she can't ever have."

"What's that?" he sat up slowly trailing his fingertips up her calves and grazing the undersides of her knees sensuously. "The position of the Chief?"

She shook her head with a lenient smile on her lips, "No, silly! My own McDreamy, you're one of a kind."

He looked at her in wonder, "You're really at peace…"

"Thanks to you," she replied with a lazy grin and traced a circle on the covers beside her. "Make love to me, Derek."

He released her legs for now and crouched to her, never breaking their gaze. Propping himself with one arm and cupping her cheek with the other palm, his lips slowly inched towards hers. Their eyes closed when their lips met, at first gliding chastely against each other but soon it was not enough. They needed more pressure, more of each other. She opened her lips invitingly, surrendering entirely to his penetration. She let herself be trapped between the plush covers of her bed and the contrastingly hard body that pressed against her with gentle insistence.

He took his time teasing her moist cavern with his tongue though his methodical slow pace was on the brink of flying through the window when her slim leg insinuated itself between his, and her knee grazed his groin accidentally. Or maybe deliberately. What was more important was that he strained achingly with desire building inside him.

He couldn't shake off the feeling that today Meredith allowed him to be an equal partner in their relationship. It wasn't as though he had ever been underestimated by her, overwhelmed or that she was always more important. It felt more like today they reached a new level of intimacy, natural, slow…

Their tongues danced languidly while her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the material off his shoulders, her outstretched palms caressing the skin on his biceps. He threw the shirt carelessly behind him while his hands meticulously searched her dress for the zipper.

Tightly enveloped by the feeling of his body on her, she moaned into his mouth. Unfulfilled warmth was spreading through her body, cell after cell. Her over-responsive skin was tingling pleasantly, her yearning core burning alive and flooding her folds.

Derek's fingers finally localized the zipper and soon he broke the kiss to drag her black dress down her curves, painstakingly slow, uncovering her full heaving breasts, puckered nipples, narrowing planes of her stomach, the widening of her hips covered in black lace and her long legs. The dress landed on Derek's forgotten shirt while he returned up to her, centering over her almost naked body that called him desperately.

Their mouth resumed their kiss, her hands wandered blindly from his hair that was now in the state of complete and utter mess to his neck and his broad shoulders, scraping his skin.

His hands weren't idle either. He massaged her right breast meticulously flicking his thumb over the hardened rosy peak making her whimper.

"Derek…" his name came out of her lips in pants.

"Say it again," he growled.

His mouth descended on her other breast and he was stimulating both of her aching mounds with his fingers and his tongue.

"Oh, Derek, oh…"

She writhed underneath him uncontrollably as much as the weight of his masculine frame allowed her to. Her hips rose, rubbing her middle against his hardness swollen to the limits.

"Make love to me, Derek," she breathlessly repeated her plea, adding another one, "Love me…"

"I am," his eyes rested on hers, "and I do."

He once again pulled away from her to shed their remaining clothing. Cool air hit her core standing in flames of desire and she instinctively spread her legs for him. He crouched up on all fours but far from predatory needs. It was a night of generous giving and taking, gentle and loving, where every gesture and caress had its meaning. The air was thick with their pent-up desire, cut through with their erotic moans and labored breathing, heavy with the heady scent of their arousal.

He filled her in a slow smooth motion while she arched her back in order to meet him. They sighed at the contact. He slipped almost all the way out of her and reentered her leisurely. He continued his slow pace, pushing into her in thorough strokes hitting all the right places that were bringing her closer to the edge.

Meredith was overcome with a unique feeling that at long last she belonged to somebody, and not just anybody; she belonged to Derek. She hoped he could read all the love she held for him in her regard as he hovered above, his length sliding in and out of her tight slippery channel. She managed to scoop her legs wider and higher, placing her feet on his butt to enable him take all of her, to imprint himself deep inside of her. She screamed from the bottom of her soul as he penetrated her deeper hitting her cervix.

Involuntarily their pace quickened and gathered on force. Her vaginal muscles started to strangle his cock like a vice. He dived into her warmth a few more times and they collapsed all around him triggering his own hot release. Breathing hard, he tried to lie down on her side so as not to crush her but she held him in place, his head nuzzled into the crook of her neck and his now flaccid penis nestled inside her.

"I'd like to stay like this forever…" she sighed.

"Might be a bit difficult to do our job…" he muttered into her shoulder.

"Only a bit?" she chuckled pushing an unruly lock from his sweaty brow. Her laughter reverberated inside him due to their connection. "Oooh, that feels nice…" she breathed feeling him grow inside her. "I want a faster ride this time."

"A faster ride?" he laughed and reversed their positions without a warning. "You've been quite lazy tonight…"

"Like you didn't enjoy it!" she squealed before kissing him soundly.

"I enjoy every second with you," he answered, his cock twitching impatiently in her warmth. "Take me for a ride, Meredith."