Penelope
If I felt like a schoolgirl on her first day before the new school year starts earlier then now was even worse. I got home around 6pm and since then have spent every moment in the bathroom and bedroom, going through tons of clothes and getting ready. Now at a few minutes to eight I felt ready for whatever laid ahead of me. I had to admit that my choice of shoes for tonight wouldn't get me much further than to his car and back, so I hoped he hadn't picked some place where I actually needed to walk much. The dress I was wearing was similar to the one I was wearing the first night we actually met, just a deeper cleavage and a very well invested push up bra that made me feel for a moment like I might display too much, but the knock on the door told me it was too late for any last minute changes. It would have to do. Plus it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before anyway.
I opened the door, ready for whatever he had planned for us.
"One of your neighbors let me in," he started, handing me flowers, before taking me in, looking me up and down and up again, his eyes stopping at one particular area. Oh yeah, very well invested push-up bra, especially when rated by the smile that emerged on his lips.
"Let me just get these in water," I said, holding up the flowers quickly and turning on my heels, walking into my kitchen. I could feel his eyes following my every step, like a predator really and it made shivers run down my spine.
Getting the flowers in water-maybe taking a bit longer than necessary so I could calm myself-I returned to him, got my coat, in which he helped me quickly and was ready to go. But instead of leaving he just looked at me again, then he pulled me closer and kissed me without any warning. And trust me, his kisses needed warnings. They were the kind which knocked you over, out of your shoes and right into his arms. I don't know how he does it. I have been kissed quite a few times, but never did I feel anything like that.
I had expected it to be one of these quick kisses that would end within just a moment or two, but instead he went right for it all, deepening the kiss, pressing me further into his strong body and having me at his feet in general. I have to admit that when we slept with each other a few weeks back my memories about his 'abilities' are kind of hazy, but now, with this demonstration they were all right back and I couldn't believe how someone could forget something like this.
The coat was gone first, his hands roaming all over my body, pushing fabric out of his way, grabbing hair, cupping my face. He had full control over the situation. Good, at least one of us did. He guided me how he wanted me where he wanted me and it didn't take him that long to get me out of my dress. Now I felt kind of disadvantaged. After all was it me standing in front of him in just my underwear, my stockings and some killer heels, which started to actually kill my feet already. And he? He was still fully clothed. Time to change that, I decided, and going first for his leather jacket, which fell rather quick onto my floor with a loud thud, before his dark blue dress shirt followed. At least I created some sort of equality, but didn't get much further, the perfection of his sculptured and perfected abs and chest had me kind of distracted.
His kisses grew hungrier, wilder, more aggressive at a rapid pace. Time to move this to a more comfortable place. I walked backwards, letting him follow, without ever breaking the connection of our kiss. I seriously could get addicted to his lips, they had such a sweet taste about them.
On our way from the hall to my bedroom, he managed to get himself out of his shoes and trousers. And I don't know what was a better picture. His perfect upper body, or him all for myself standing in front of me in black boxer shorts. I know I should have seen this all before, which I probably did, but back then I was more focused on getting to the actual part then spending time taking in all the perfection Derek Morgan was. A mistake I had to realize now. At least he took in as much as I did, so that made me feel better. Slightly.
How I managed to get out of my shoes I honestly have no idea. They had straps, loads and loads of them, but I know that when he lifted me and let me down on the bed I didn't wear them anymore. And I also realized that I held the advantage now. He was only in his boxer shorts, which I was still wearing my underwear and my stockings. My bra was the next thing to go.
Fascinatingly it took me forever to actually get it on in the first place. It was one of these new six million ways thingies that you could hardly get yourself into alone, but
he got me out of it within a second, with one hand if I remembered correctly. I guess there was no stopping Derek Morgan when he wanted something really badly.
His hands roamed all over my body, playing with every bit of skin he could reach and I honestly would have really thought we would at least make it through one date before we would go to bed. Guess I was wrong. Not that I complained, because what he was doing with his hands was slowly driving me insane in a very, very good way. He seemed to know exactly what to do and he went about all this with such confidence that I found myself wondering whether he actually had planned it like this as well. Not that this was important right now either.
I was already moaning like never before, aching my body into his touch to get more of it and we didn't even get to the good part yet. If this was any indication on how we would continue I sure was in for some big things.
His lips replaced his hands, creating sensations I wasn't even aware were possible. He left wet trails all over my body, making me ache more for his sweet touch and kiss. He took his time with things, that much was for sure, dedicating what seemed to be like hours to each area, letting his lips touch, his hands feel and his tongue lick and swirl all over me. I felt at some point like he was whetting a certain appetite. And I was the main course. Not that I minded much, at this stage he could almost do everything he wished for to me and my body as long as he would keep this up. While his lips and tongue were busy with my upper body, his hands danced over my legs, stroking and caressing them in a slow, sweet pace.
I, at this stage, couldn't do much more than let my hands rest on the back of his neck, hoping that my pressing him further into me and my moans gave him a rather good idea of how good this was, since I was beyond words, speechless and in no condition to form a coherent sentence anymore.
He moved further down my body leaving another few wet trails along the road. His lips travelled further down, his tongue dipping into my navel, while his fingers lazily stroked up and down my thighs. I felt his hand coming further up, caressing the lace of my panties slowly driving me somewhere to insane. I felt his fingers go up and down and up again, stroking softly at the rim of the lacy underwear, before he slid his fingers under the garment, lifting it slowly off my already damp skin.
I stopped breathing for a second in anticipation of what was ahead. His lips moved further down with every inch of skin he revealed from the lace and he slid the underwear off my legs slowly until it was entirely gone. Where my stockings went I didn't remember or care for that matter. All I cared about really was his contact, my skin against his.
After a short while of his sweet assault and torture I noticed his lips starting to travel slowly back up my body again whereas his hands started an entirely different journey, stroking slowly over my inner thigh, wandering higher and higher until I could feel him getting so close. Only a few mere inches up and I would finally find my salvation.
While his body slid slowly up my body again, his hands remained exactly where they were, building further up to my ache for him, making me moan and groan constantly. Despite popular belief I had never been really vocal in bed, barely making any sound at all and when I did it was roughly above a whisper.
But Derek Morgan changed that, making me moan and shifting around, aching into his touch, his body, his everything, trying to get him to stop teasing me, but rather get this really going. And I was sure that my noises where anything but a whisper and certain that by tomorrow my neighbors would have filed a complaint. But right now … I simply couldn't care, my mind being occupied with way more important things than my neighbors and their tolerance for noise.
His lips found mine again, kissing me deeply, exploring every single corner of my mouth with such an aggression, such a passion I had never felt before like this. And this wasn't just a onetime thing, it was like this with every single kiss. They all left me breathless, craving more and I hoped he would give me more.
While his lips were claiming me as his, Derek's fingers were busy getting me to a certain point, which I could feel would soon come.
And then I felt the wave of sensation hit me heavy, as heavy as I never experienced it in my life before. And if he was able to get me to such a high without actually being inside of me I was wondering what would happen when we would finally go there as well. I probably would pass out, at least. But I had a feeling I wouldn't have to wait that long to find out exactly.
The funny thing was that this wasn't even our first time. We had been here already, a few weeks ago, but to be honest my memories where rather hazy about how exactly the night had gone. I knew however that it had been a great night. Not as great as this one though.
I could feel Derek's lips sucking at my neck, biting down softly, before letting his lips move further down. Was he actually trying to mark me? If he did I couldn't really do anything against it at this very moment, my body still limp and in recharge mode from the just experienced sensations.
Now he was laying on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other and the heavy breathing the only noise in the whole apartment. It took a while to come back down from this high and we also would probably have to talk about this sooner or later. But right now I definitely didn't have the power for doing that. And I somehow imagined neither did he.
This date certainly had gone better than expected. Way better.
