Never Do Without You

Morgan and Garcia

Chapter Three

May 2009

Penelope could hardly believe that Derek had kissed her. At first she was simply in shock that this was truly happening, even though she had saw it coming a moment before he moved in for their first kiss.

His silkily smooth voice had went rough as aged whiskey before he whispered "I don't remember how I did this job before you came along. I don't remember..." and then his eyes had changed. She had seen lust in his gaze before but never quite like this. Never so feral, possessive, demanding and serious. And she knew it then. She knew he would give her the kiss that she ached for.

When he spoke again his voice had turned hoarser still. "I don't remember anything before you," he told her, making her heart flutter, flop and twist in her chest in a way no other man ever had inspired.

There was only enough time to take in one hitched breath before his mouth was on hers. Surprisingly, considering the look that had been in his eye, his mouth didn't outright devour her. No, what he did was so much more seductive than just taking her as his right away. He had begged with his lips for a reaction from her. The soft brushing of his mouth over hers felt as if he could go on forever as he waited to find out what Penelope would do.

It had felt feathery soft- a whispery plea for more, a question unspoken.

Tempted by his gentle baby breath light kisses, she had answered him fast and surely. Threading her arms around his neck, she kissed back and arched her rapidly hardening nipples against his chest, moaned against his lips in relief that this kiss was happening and in lust because she needed more from him. She darted her tongue out and licked at his lips.

His fingers slid off her face and into her hair, as he slanted his lips over hers, letting out a deep growl before plunging his hot, wet tongue into her mouth. She could taste the wine they had drank on his tongue- tart and sweet at the same time. That only heightened the intensity, made her feel like she was getting drunk off his kisses, off him. Everything about him was more intoxicating than the wine they had drank earlier. He was making her more drunk than any alcohol could get her.

Getting her warmer, more out of her head, more tranquil and revved up all at once, heavy with lust. Being drunk on Derek Morgan was heaven on earth. She didn't want to sober up ever again.

Her hands held the back of his bald head and she desperately tried to press him closer. This couldn't end now. She didn't want to break away to breathe. This shouldn't ever stop. Kisses like this should last forever.

Derek Morgan's mouth should always be on hers. That's what she decided in this moment. Every moment his lips weren't on her she would die a little death from now on. Live in misery waiting for the next time his mouth plundered hers.

If there is a God above there would always be a next time to come. For thinking she could go without his kisses after tonight was just about soul crushing.

"Mmmmm, ohhhh," Penelope moaned as their lips parted just a fraction. "I like that."

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He smiled a little when he heard that.

Liking was good. But he wanted her to love his kisses. Love his caresses. Love his hot, sweaty, sticky naked body rubbing against hers. He wanted her to become obsessed with him. Live for his touch. Wait in desperate agony for the next moment when they could be like this again.

Walk around unable to see other men because Derek was all that was in her brain. Call out his name while he was thrusting deep into her tight heat. Mumble his name in her sleep every night as he took her over and over, till she was sore and strung out from his love, in her dreams.

His voice thick with his hot, hungry need for her he whispered "Damn woman, you give solace a whole new meaning. I needed you so bad after work today. How did you know? Do you know how damn bad I still need you?"

Not giving her a chance to answer he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her lovely, luscious body against him, smashing those pretty titties of hers right against his chest. Then his mouth was on hers again, seeking and searching for more and more as his tongue danced along hers. He needed more of his sweet baby girl. He needed everything she had to give.

He felt her starting to unbutton his shirt and his heart just about exploded in his chest. His dick had been screaming for them to fuck tonight. But his mind, drenched in love and respect for her, hadn't quite caught up that they would get past this delicious first experiment in how hot and good their kissing could be.

Just kissing her as much as he wanted to could take hours upon hours.

An image invaded his mind of her naked and splayed across his black silk sheets (that had never had another woman in them because he used hotels, his SUV, their cars, their house or apartment, or even his half remodeled houses, anything but his home for random fucks). The contrast of her pale, cream colored skin against his sheets would only remind him of the contrast of their skin tones and how hot he found that when it came to her and him. He saw himself over her, pinning her hands over her head with one of his, while his mouth feasted on her throat, then moved to suck her round, big tits while coming back over and over to suckle and nibble her lipstick smeared lips.

To drink the intoxicating taste from her mouth like a druggie finding his fix.

He could kiss her for years straight. Lord, he had years to make up for and he more than felt every year he hadn't kissed her like this in his bones, ached for the lost time and that drove him to kiss her harder now. He moaned as his fingers tightened in the strands of her long blonde hair. Deepening the kiss even more, he lashed his tongue around her mouth. Ever and always desperate for more, he had to have more of her. All of her.

This night needed to keep going till Derek slipped into a black dreamless place brought on by Penelope stripping him of every last bit of pain in his soul, and satiating every bit of desire burning up his body.

But could he ever really reach that point with her? There was no doubt he'd pass out sooner or later. He just knew he would wake up wanting more.

That he would be insatiable for her sweet tasting, smoking lava hot kisses.

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She had to get her hands on his body. Too many days had passed already where she couldn't feel his muscles beneath her fingertips. Now that she was here with him kissing her like she was his salvation and the hottest lover he could ever know, she took her chance to get him out of his shirt.

With shaking fingers she fumbled her way to undoing every button, painfully slowly but she was too consumed by his kisses to go faster. Finally she had the last one undone and she slipped the shirt off him. He was still covered by a white sleeveless t-shirt though, thwarting her attempt to feel the bare flesh of his chest beneath her fingers.

Her mouth broke from his and kissed his shoulder and then his throat. Penelope pulled on the bottom of Derek's shirt, leaned back and watched as he ripped it off. His eyes burned with an explosive, primal lust the likes of which she had never seen take over a man before in all her life.

Penelope swallowed hard.

Gasping in a breath, she felt Derek getting her out of the green jacket that was over her pink dress. She shrugged it off while panting. As overheated as she was she could use to shed a few layers before she passed out from heat stroke. While he unzipped the back of her dress she lay more kisses on his shoulder and throat, her hands now free to ghost over his pecs and abs.

And did they ever feel amazing. She moaned in appreciation of his rock hard body. Her hands ran all down his chest and stomach and then around his back, her nails raking across his skin.

Derek let out a sound of pure appreciative at the feel of her dragging her nails across his back so Penelope did it again, digging her nails into him a slight bit. She nipped at his collarbone.

He slid off the top of her dress and she felt the coolness of the air conditioning breeze over her skin. Once she was exposed to the waist Derek's kisses on all the bare skin he had uncovered became absolutely wildly feverish. She held his head as he buried his face in her cleavage and kissed all over the swells of her breasts, his hands running up and down her back as he did.

Her head fell back when he licked over her bra, circling the hard nub of her nipple with his tongue.

"Oh, yes, that feels uber awesome."

He lashed at her nipple with hard strokes. The rhythm was hypnotic and she found herself rocking slightly in time with him. He brought a hand up to cup her other breast and massage it. The way he roughly twisted her nipple made her cry out with pleasure. He acted like a man possessed.

And all over her.

Could she have a better night than this? Penelope Garcia certainly didn't know how it got better than being kissed all over by Derek Morgan. This was the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction.

Moving so quick she never saw it coming, he pulled her down till she was underneath him on the leather couch, pushed up her skirt and planted his hand on her bare thigh. All of a sudden the full length of his muscled body was against her. The heavy, hard bulge in his pants pressed to her thigh.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle a deep moan. She had reached a new pinnacle and she had a feeling he was gonna keep taking her higher and higher as the night went on.