AN: This was an incredibly fun chapter to write... the first half is all me, and the second half is all Naidoo. So, a true collaboration in a collaboration story. :) Kricket
Once inside the bedroom door, the intensity ramped up. Their kisses went from gentle, light, exploratory to deep, hard and possessive. Kissing turned to licking, and then licking turned to consuming.
Derek had lowered her to her feet, only to pick her up again, as if he couldn't stand not being completely meshed with her. Penelope wrapped her legs around his waist as he brought his hands down to cup her bottom, holding her up. They stumbled forward a couple of feet, still kissing, tongues delving, hips grinding, bodies molding together.
Reaching the wall, Derek pressed her up against it, supporting her weight on his thighs, while she guided her hands up to cup the back of his head. He felt her tugging harder, trying to get closer, get more of what he was offering, giving as good as she was getting.
Derek tore his mouth away from hers, looking down into her eyes with savage intensity. "Damn," he whispered in a guttural voice, before capturing her lips again, his mouth demanding to take ownership of her.
She made demands of her own. She bit his bottom lip, not too gently, and returned every kiss of his with all the strength in her body. There was so much build up, so much tension, heat and steam, they couldn't stop if they tried. Their passion was like a runaway train: they could only get swept away with it and watch it come to its logical conclusion.
The feel of fabric instead of skin was driving Morgan crazy. From the corner of his eye, Derek saw a dresser. Lifting her again, he took a couple of steps and made it to the dresser. Balancing her on the edge, his hands tore at the belt of her robe, tugging the fabric down and over her shoulders.
In spite of being remarkably turned on, Derek had to take a moment to worship at the altar of the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen. He was a tried and true T and A man, and those particular breasts had been haunting him for quite a while. Sliding both hands up her ribcage, he cupped them, raising them to the light, his thumbs tracing circles around the barely pink nipples, then leaned forward, burying his face in between, inhaling deeply. He smiled; she smelled like Penelope: pears, berries, and an off scent of chlorine from the pool. He turned his face to kiss the slope on the left, then the right.
Penelope, on the other hand, was in the mood for more than adoration. She arched her back and put her hands on the back of his head, guiding his head give her more satisfaction. She could feel him grin against her breast, then he barely touched her. He blew gently, causing her to shudder, and then gasp as he clamped his lips and began to suckle.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried as he nibbled gently with his teeth. He laid with his tongue in between her breasts, then moved to continue the fantastic torture with this mouth, until she was writing and tugging at him, arching her hips. She nearly fell off the dresser; she was bucking wildly, reaching for more.
Derek glanced over at the high bed in the room. It was one of those beds that were over filled; there was even a footstool for shorter people to climb in. Scooping her up in his arms, this time like he was carrying her over the threshold, he carried her to the bed. He lay her on the edge and stood between her legs. He smiled down at her, watched her eyes widen in surprise as he raised a leg, kissing her ankle, her knee.
They touched, made love, in a magical setting that would forever be branded in both of their minds as a perfect place for a perfect first time.
He collapsed on top of her, then rolled to her side. They both lay there panting and smiling for the longest time. Until Derek rolled to his side and said three words to her with a wicked smirk.
"One more time."