This chapter is all MerDer...and all sensual...so be warned! Thanks again for all the positive reviews!

Chapter Twenty-two

Satisfying Addictions

Later, as Derek negotiated around a few unpacked boxes in the bedroom, Meredith joined him, wearing a flowing green nightgown, her hair loose around her shoulders. She carried two champagne flutes in her hands, and he gave her a puzzled look. "I know we had the wine before, but this is just our own private celebration," she murmured, taking a sip, savoring the tart chill on her tongue. Derek drank some of his as well, as she moved closer to him. "I love you…" she whispered, arching her body against his.

"I love you, Meredith…" He pressed an open mouth kiss to her throat, sending a current of desire along her veins. His tongue trailed lazily along her jawline, to her ear, making her shiver. "I have it bad for you, just like we were talking about earlier today. You're my addiction."

His lips travelled up to her temple, down her cheek, touching her softly and fleetingly, before hovering over her mouth. Her lips parted a little, anticipating the feel of his mouth on hers, but he paused, teasing her. He still clutched the crystal flute in his hand, not touching her, but she felt the heat radiating from him, warming her.

"And you're mine," she murmured. Derek crashed his mouth down onto hers, overwhelming her with the intensity. He continued to kiss her, ravaging her mouth, his tongue sliding along hers, until they were both breathing heavily. Still not touching her with his hands, only his lips, and he finally drew back, catching his breath.

"Can we do something about this craving then?" he asked, taking the flute from her hands and setting them both down on the bedside table. "Can I satisfy your addiction for me?" He placed his hands at her hips, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh yes…" she sighed, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly, pressing her lips to his chest. She pulled the shirt away from his jeans, and pushed it off him to the floor. Her fingers traced the muscled contours of his torso, admiring the taut definition that he worked so hard to maintain. Giving him a sexy smile, she took his hand, pulling him down with her to the bed. "And I think we need to explore all of our addictions together…"

Meredith lay back against the sheets, the nightgown riding up along her thighs. "Is this addiction like one for chocolate...or tequila...?" she whispered playfully. Her skin glowed warmly in the dim light, and Derek let his hungry gaze devour her.

"Hmm...much more than that...one taste is never enough..." Derek assured her, his head tilted as he decided where to begin. The gown was just high enough to expose the damp, pink folds as her legs fell open. His brain fogged from desire, and he could only stare at her, knowing the sweet taste and the intoxicating scent of her were just waiting for him. He dragged his eyes away from her wetness, and watched her breasts rising and falling from her quick breathing - so perfect and tempting, the nipples taut and firm beneath the silky material. "You've got me hooked, honey..." His voice was thick with desire, as he lowered himself down to kneel between her legs.

He cupped her breasts, burying his face in her cleavage, licking circles on the skin, leaving no inch of her untouched as he dragged the nightgown out of the way. His hands were warm on her, his palms sliding down her ribcage, across her flat stomach, as he continued to kiss her everywhere.

Meredith abandoned herself to the sensuous feel of his mouth and his fingers caressing her, as the heat built in her core, and radiated through her. Her hips rose as she offered herself up to him, aching for his touch on her where she needed him the most. Somehow the nightgown was gone, and his hands were on her thighs, tracing the soft skin with his fingers, and following with his tongue.

Derek could feel her body trembling, and he slowly worked his way around to where he could tell she was aching for him. He breathed in her scent, and kissed her gently, his tongue just probing along the wet folds. He cradled her in his hands, and searched deeper, tasting her sweetness, and teasing her clit until she nearly screamed. Her hands clutched at him, as she rose to meet his mouth, her body tightening in her climax.

She shivered in ecstasy as he took her away to the edge of sanity, the waves of pleasure building over and over again. He didn't stop licking at her, drawing the climax out to it's highest peak, until she felt that she would explode from the sensations. Her body was melting from it, and she cried out again as she finally collapsed back down onto the bed.

He crawled back up to her, and hovered over her, supporting himself on his forearms, as he kissed her mouth. She could taste the lingering wetness on his lips, the evidence of her arousal piquing her all over again.

"Are you ready for more?" he teased her, not wanting to rush this, wanting to savor this as long as possible.

Meredith looked up at him, brushing his dark curls away from his eyes. "You don't even have to ask me that..." She shifted beneath him, her body warm and pliant against the hard muscle of his. He buried his face against her throat, and licked the sensitive skin behind her ear, making her shiver again. Then his mouth traveled down her shoulder, where he bit her gently, before soothing away the pain with his kisses. His hand was at her breast, thumb and fingers teasing her nipples, sending currents of need all through her. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, floating along on the erotic wave.

"Meredith...open your eyes," he said quietly.

She did as he asked, and let her gaze slide down to his hands, watching him caress her, feeling the delicious ache building in her again. His hand dropped across her belly, as his mouth claimed her nipple. His warm fingers probed at her, going right to her core. She gasped, as his touch pleasured her, circling in a spiraling rhythm that sent her into erotic madness in seconds. It was as if he could read her mind, what she needed at that moment - not too fast, not too slow, with just the perfect amount of pressure.

Her hips rolled to meet his hand, her body taut with need. His fingers kept going round and round, faster and stronger, pushing her to the edge of her climax again. Need filled her completely, making it difficult to think or breathe. Even as he continued to tease her clit, his other hand played with her breasts, rolling her nipples, and stroking her skin. She wanted to beg, or scream, or both...she wanted more...

Derek could feel the silky heat around his fingers, tightening around him, and he increased the tempo, stroking her faster. "That's it, come for me now..." he urged her.

"God, Derek...I want you so bad..." she moaned, catching his eyes on her, as she shuddered.

"I know you do, honey," he chuckled softly, "just relax now and go with this..."

"Relax?" she breathed, thinking that was the last thing she was capable of doing at that moment. Her body vibrated with passion, caught up in the hazy desire in his indigo eyes. Before she could beg him again, her climax rocketed through her, and her muscles convulsed and throbbed in the pleasure pouring through her. "Ohmigod...Derek..." The shuddering finally quieted, and she eased back against the sheets, panting.

"You okay?" he asked, stroking her face, his lips at her earlobe.

"You have very talented hands, Derek," she whimpered, kissing the palm of his hand, and then licking slowly along his wrist, letting her delicate touch mark him and make him shake.

"I like to please you," he murmured.

Meredith looked up at him, her eyes half closed, her hair in a riot around her face. "Mission accomplished then."

"Well, not quite...we're far from over, baby..."

Her hands strayed along his back, easing to his waist, where she tugged at his belt. "So what are we waiting for? We need to feed the addiction more..."

With a strangled groan, Derek pulled away from her. The rest of his clothes hit the floor to join his discarded shirt, and she felt her body quiver in anticipation at the sight of his cock. Rising to her knees, she slid closer to the edge of the bed, and trailed her fingers along his length. He sucked his breath in sharply, his abdomen clenching at her touch. As she teased him with her tongue, his hand glided through her hair, tangling in it, pulling her closer. Pure masculine need fired through his veins, each stroke and caress making him hotter for her.

Only when his knees threatened to buckle, did he back away, his breathing ragged. "I can't wait, Mer...I need to be inside of you, making you come..." he growled, moving between her legs, fitting himself to her. He pulled on leg up his hips, his whole body craving the tight heat that was waiting for him. "Let me love you..."

"Yes...now, god yes..." she murmured, holding his gaze.

He pressed himself against her, hot and throbbing, yet holding back from pushing into her too quickly. His body was shaking from the effort, wanting her, needing this connection between them. Her legs fell open wider, inviting him into her, and he slid forward, groaning in satisfaction at the feeling. He filled her completely, taking her with a ferocious intensity that took her breath away. Thrusting hard and fast, he lost himself in the moment, pulling her even higher against him. He tried to slow down - he wanted to slow down, and just stay there forever, but his need was too demanding. At that moment, there was nothing but naked desire for her in his blood.

"Ah hell, Meredith..." he muttered hoarsely, feeling the climax coiling, pulsing in his balls, ready to wrench through him. Sometimes this was almost better than the actual thing, this moment just before...driving deeply into her with the sweet pain of pleasure.

"Just do it..." she whispered, wrapping around him, leaving him no choice but to give himself to her and enjoy the ride. Her own need was peaking, and she needed him just as much. "Do it...just let go...I'm ready...so so ready..." she urged him, sending his frantic desperation, letting herself get swept along with his release, clenching around him, and holding onto him tightly. He kissed her, his mouth demanding, his tongue dancing skillfully with hers as they rocked together.

They crashed back to earth, panting, damp with sweat, unable to speak for a few minutes. His body was heavy over hers, as he pressed soft kisses along her lips and her cheek. She loved this afterglow with him, this feeling of being cherished and protected, all wrapped up in his embrace. He was never in a rush to pull out, roll over and fall asleep.

Derek lifted his head, giving her a warm look, a little smile quirking his lips. "And this is just the first night of our new life together," he observed gently. "Are we going to survive this?"

"At least we'll die smiling," Meredith giggled softly. "I'm so happy you're here, Derek."

"Me too, honey..."

"So...about this comment Mark had about you earlier," she murmured, as he pulled her over him, so that she could rest her chin on his chest. "About you pining for me..."

"Guilty as charged - I told you I couldn't stop thinking about you, even though I was with Morgan. Something about you captivated me that night, something that wouldn't let go of me. Why d'you think I made the appointment to have you cut my hair?"

She reached up to thread her fingers through his hair. "Mmmm...you needed a haircut?"

"Funny girl." Derek caught her hand, kissing her palm. "I just had to meet you, and when it turned out you were engaged to my own brother...it just seemed like fate was against me."

"But fate works in strange ways, doesn't it? If you hadn't met me, maybe things would have gone so differently with me and Jack...who knows what he would have done to me?" Meredith's eyes glittered with tears, as she contemplated that.

"Hey, no tears," Derek soothed her, wiping away the little trickle that escaped from the corner of her eye. "This is where we were meant to be, don't you think? We've both come through some bad things in our lives, and now that we have each other, things are only going to get better. I want to make you happy, keep you smiling, and make you so proud of me."

Meredith gave him a smile. "You already make me happy, Derek..." she assured him, moving along his body, igniting the little ripples of erotic heat between them again. Then he claimed her mouth, holding her captive with a long, warm kiss, so that the desire flared into higher intensity. She surrendered to the sensation, twining her fingers in his dark hair, and feeling the stir of his cock against her leg. Slowly and leisurely, she shifted her hips up as he began to thrust into her. His tongue found hers, as they began to pulse together in delicious rhythm. There was no hurry, or feverish lust; this was just being there in the moment, enjoying each other - his lips on hers, their hands touching everywhere.

Moaning, the slow thrusting finally igniting the spark of her climax, Meredith felt it take over her body and her soul It washed over her in waves, and she contracted around him, crying out as she came. He continued to kiss her as she rocked and spasmed, taking him along with her finally, in sweet release.

"I love you Meredith..." Derek whispered, still holding her, still pulsing deep within her.

"I love you back, Derek...always..."