I wasn't planning on updating just now but I've been thinking a lot about this story and based upon the feedback I received I am considering ending it once the deed is done (so one more chapter after this one) and leave the rest to your imagination. It's maybe time for me to go back to my other fandom…
Again thank you for the reviews and I hope you will enjoy the last two chapters (I should post the last one this weekend). I don't consider this fic to be complete as per say, but to be on hiatus until I decide what I want to do with it. At least this time, I'm giving a fair warning to my readers…
Disclaimer: don't own anything CM and only do this for entertainment purposes.
Emily Prentiss certainly knew what to buy as far as lingerie was concerned. The black lace and satin corset outlined her body perfectly, softly hugging her breasts and outlining her slender waist. He had noticed earlier that night that she was wearing stockings but he hadn't quite understood that they were so sexily fastened to a garter belt… If you then added to the picture four-inch-high stilettos, any guy would be lost and he was no exception. She looked like the prefect incarnation of a pinup coming right out the fifties. He had drooled over this kind of pictures as a kid, exchanging the valuable shots with friends.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Her amused comment made him snap out of his reverie. Her attire certainly had his senses reeling; it was like being faced with your ultimate fantasy. He pushed from the door and closed his hands around her waist to pull her against his heated body.
"Let me get rid of my shoes…" She offered but he shook his head. "No? Okay…"
Without another word he took her mouth in a searing kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, knowingly increasing the friction against his crotch. He already felt deliciously hard against her and she could feel her own center pulsating almost painfully in anticipation. It had been too long since her last encounter, way too long. And Derek Morgan was just an almost perfect male specimen.
His lips left hers and trailed down the column of her neck. She arched her back giving him at the same time better access to her throat and amplifying the pressure against his hardness. His mouth reached the hollow of her neck where her pulse was feverishly beating. She groaned at his slower seduction. The change of rhythm was driving her crazy. His hands were massaging her back, teasing her, moving from her shoulders to the top of her hips but never moving beyond. She wanted to rip his clothes away and almost regretted he hadn't been wearing one of his shirts. She would have loved sending the buttons flying across the room. With an exasperated sigh she reached for the top of her bustier and started unfastening it. His hands immediately stopped her progress.
"Keep it on..."
"We're overdressed." She moaned in frustration.
"Maybe..." He conceded as he twirled her around, one hand holding firmly her arms in front of her as he kissed her nape. He pressed his front to her back, swaying his hips against her butt. Her eyes closed at the sensation. A bubble of heat burst in her belly and she moaned loudly. She opened her eyes a moment and was surprised to see they were now in her living room, standing just behind the couch. Well the room certainly had potential... His grip on her arms slackened as he was taking his sweet time worshiping her back. She snaked one hand away and moved it to his front, massaging him through his pants. He hissed at the feeling and rested his brow against her shoulder as she ran her expert fingers against his length. His breathing accelerated and he shifted against her to give her better access to his body.
"You need to lose your pants..." She breathed against his ear, but he ignored her comment and simply pressed another hot kiss against her nape. His hands were encircling her waist and reflexively tensed in rhythm with her ministrations on his flesh. He felt so deliciously hard under her strokes. She gulped when he slowly moved one hand over her hip. With the back of his forefinger he caressed the small of her back as he progressed south, gently almost reverently; he brushed his fingers against one buttock following the strap of her garter belt. Her hand stilled against him she waited for a bolder caress, but his touch remained feather light as he grazed her bottom. She was ready to voice her disapproval when he pressed two fingers between her thighs. She caught her breath as he slowly progressed against her heated flesh.
She felt so hot and wet, another surge of heat coursed through Derek. The thong she was wearing was pure sin. Her hand tensed almost painfully on him when he pushed one finger past the lace, brushing against her entrance. She rocked slightly against him, showing where she needed him most. He bit her shoulder and a small cry escaped her lips while her thighs closed on his hand. He pressed harder penetrating her lightly. Her other hand went to the back of her couch for support as her legs threatened to give out.
"I need more." She moaned as she rocked against his hand.
"I know."
When he removed his hand from her center, she almost cried out. He straightened behind her. He pushed her hand away from his throbbing length and carefully freed himself from the confines of his pants. He got rid of his boxer briefs and the rest of his clothes as hastily as he could before pressing his erection against her buttocks. He hooked his fingers in her thong, rolled it over her hips and watched it fall on the hardwood floor. He took a step forward and placed his hands on each side of hers, pressing his back into her body. His engorged flesh nestled between her legs and she held her breath at the sensation. She resisted the temptation to turn around and simply swayed her hips, loving the way his hard shaft nudged her core.
He placed one finger under her chin and turned her face his way so that his mouth could capture hers and she moaned when his tongue pushed inside. She trembled against him as their kiss grew more ravenous with each passing second. He gently grabbed her hips and turned her around. She whimpered when he sat her on the back of the couch and moved between her legs without breaking their kiss. One leg snaked around his and brought him closer. His erection was pressing against her belly and she closed her fingers around it, testing its hardness and length. He certainly wasn't lacking in that field. She stroked him, caressing his length from base to tip.
"Dammit Emily..." He hissed as he grabbed her hand to stop the torture. "If you keep that up, you will be disappointed."
"I doubt that." She placed a tender kiss on his lips. "I can't believe the bedroom is the only place where you lack stamina. So show me."
She provocatively leaned back, her legs crossed behind his thighs for leverage and she drew him closer to her core.
"Want me to use a condom?"
"We had our last physical three weeks ago and I'm on the pill... So unless you want one to help you control your enthusiasm..."
