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Chapter 14 - Wedding Night
At the end of the evening, the clouds that had been threatening late in the afternoon were now gathered overhead ominously. Thunder crashed and lightening shimmered overhead, while big fat drops of rain began to splash down. The last of the guests departed, dashing through the increasing rainfall, as Derek and Meredith waved good-bye from the protection of the doorway.
"Alone at last..." he grinned, pushing the door shut and turning to her. "I thought this moment would never come..."
"I know you wanted to shoo them all away about three hours ago..." she smiled, as he swept her up into his arms.
"More than that..." he confessed, his lips at her ear, "...ever since you said 'I do'..." Another crack of thunder sounded, and Meredith jumped instinctively. "Let's go to bed, honey...where the thunder won't bother you." He carried her up the stairs, as lightening illuminated the room.
"I have some sexy lingerie to change into..." she murmured. "You're gonna love it..."
"I'm sure it's amazing, but..."
"No buts...considering we had to stay apart last night, I want this to be a special wedding night."
"Honey, after being apart last night, I want you more than ever. All I did was toss and turn, wanting this luscious body of yours beside me..." He set her down on the floor inside the bedroom door. "You don't need sexy lingerie to tempt me."
Meredith touched his cheek softly. "Just go with this, okay?"
"Okay, anything for you..." he agreed, pulling his tie away as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Just don't take too long."
"Don't worry..." she called out. "I don't want to wait much longer either..."
He wandered around the bedroom, lighting the candles she had set out earlier, listening to the rain beating down the windows. The candles flickered, reflected in the dark windows, illuminated by an occasional flash of lightning. He loosened his tie, and hung his suit jacket up in the closet, before looking towards the bathroom again. "Meredith...need some help?"
"No...I'm ready..."
He turned to look for her, and he whistled in appreciation. Meredith stood at the door to the bedroom, her hair in a cloud around her, wearing a sheer black negligee, which plunged low in the front, showing the swell of her breasts. He could see the shadows of her nipples beneath the material, the slight curve of her hips where the gown clung to her. It was provocative enough to display parts of her, and yet hint at the other parts he was craving to touch again.
He inhaled deeply. "You look amazing…" he murmured, his body tightening with desire."What do you want now, my lovely, still tipsy wife?" The mental image of everyone at the ceremony laughing and clapping would be in his mind forever. What else would his wedding be with this woman that did unexpected things? He was sure their wedding pictures would be just unconventional...with the laughter they had all shared.
Derek watched her walk up to him, her hips swaying suggestively, before she stopped in front of him, and reached up to kiss his lips. "I expect you to pick me up, take me to bed and make me a happy woman. Several times, in fact..." she whispered.
With a low growl, he swept her up into his arms again. For a moment, he paused, and looked at her, and gave her the smile that always made her weak. "Now we're together forever...you're with me in my heart, and in my soul," he told her with a soft kiss.
"Who knew you were so romantic?" she asked him. snuggling against him.
"Always with you." Derek looked around their bedroom – with the candles flickering, and a bottle of champagne chilling next to the bed, it was a wonderful way to spend their wedding night. He walked directly to the bed, to drop her down onto the sheets, falling on top of her where he covered her face and throat with tiny kisses, as his hands roamed her silken skin that glowed in the candlelight. "God, I've wanted to do this all day," he murmured, pulling his shirt away and throwing it on the floor. Pushing the negligee off her shoulders with one hand, his other searched beneath the folds of the material for her legs. His fingers made contact with her pussy, where she was already open and wet for him. Her head went back and she gasped, biting her lip to keep quiet, as he stroked her clit. "This is coming off, now, or I won't be responsible for what happens to it..." he demanded, fighting with the material that kept slithering back across her legs.
Her hands shaking, Meredith helped him slide the gown down her shoulders and off her hips. Derek pulled it away from her legs and it flew to the floor to join his shirt. His pants followed in a matter of seconds, and he knelt down between her legs. It was all he could do to hold himself back - his only thought at that moment was how much he needed her, and wanted to be inside of her, possessing her completely. He lowered himself down and held himself over her on his hands and knees, and his mouth ravaged hers. "Meredith, I want you right now, I can't wait to make love to my wife..," he whispered, overwhelmed by his sudden need. "We can go slow next time, but right now I need to make love to you…" His arms were shaking as he hovered over her - his cock, hard and swollen, poised over her.
Meredith looked up at his face, seeing how his eyes had turned smoky with passion, and she nodded, unable to speak. Her own body was pulsing in response to the raw desire in his eyes, and she opened herself up to him. As soon as she nodded, he kissed her hard, and without hesitation, slid into her tight warmth. He gave a strangled cry of satisfaction as she took him in as far as he could go.
She spread her legs wider, and wrapped herself around him. He buried his face against her chest, teeth tugging at her nipples, sucking and pulling until she nearly screamed in pleasure. Desperate to keep quiet, she bit down on his shoulder, and raked her nails along his back, as she arched up to meet him. He pulled out of her, and quickly drove back down, eliciting more muffled yelps from her. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod…" was all she could repeat, her voice low and breathy.
Derek thrust into her again and again, making the bed bounce beneath them. Meredith met his thrusts and squeezed around him, the climax just starting to spasm inside of her. As he felt himself going, he captured her mouth again, delving his tongue against hers, in rhythm with his pounding cock. Their moans and whimpers and incoherent words mixed with the creak of the bed, all other thoughts gone. Her climax hit her in a wave, starting in her core, and emanating to the rest of her body. She rode the wave again and again, as he pounded into her, his own release sweet and hot inside of her. The aftershocks twitched through them both, as they held onto each other tightly. He kissed her forehead, and pushed the hair away from her eyes tenderly.
She fell back against the pillows, spent and sated, unwilling and unable to move at that moment. His cock was still buried inside of her, and she squeezed just a tiny bit around him, so that he groaned again. "And this is only the first round," she said softly in his ear.
"Just you wait, honey…I have plans for the rest of your wedding night that will make you scream…" he promised, easing away from her slowly. "I'll be right back…I have something for you..."
"Don't you worry…I'm not going anywhere..." Meredith sighed, rolling her back, still lost in the glow of the last orgasm. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to come back, listening with drowsy contentment to the thunder still rolling overhead and the patter of rain against the windows. Holding her left hand up, she admired the rings there, smiling to see the symbol of their love. Something she never expected in her life, and yet she was happier than ever.
Derek returned, and paused at the bedroom door, watching her from a distance for a moment. Her hair was tousled and spilling over her shoulders, skin slightly damp and flushed still. She had propped herself up against the pillows, one leg out straight in front of her, the other bent, so that her swollen, wet pussy lips were exposed to his hungry gaze. She had poured them some champagne, and sipped from her glass, as she waited for him to join her.
Meredith handed him a crystal flute as he sat down next to her. "Are you ready for round two?" she smirked, draining her own glass. He drank quickly, and refilled both glasses.
"To us – I love you," he said, as they touched flutes together.
"To us – I love you too."
"Now, I have a wedding gift for you," he murmured, setting the glass down and handing over the small velvet box he'd brought back with him.
"But...I didn't get you anything..." Meredith protested.
"That's okay, I'll take it in trade," he grinned at her, his eyes dark with desire. "This is just to celebrate the day."
She took the slim box and opened it, finding a delicate silver bracelet set with tiny diamonds. "Oh, it's gorgeous...you know you're spoiling me." She held it up, watching the facets sparkle in the candlelight. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him happily. "Thank you...help me put it on."
Derek fastened it around her wrist. "Perfect...I know you don't have a lot of jewellery, and you can't wear it at work, but I wanted to give you something to celebrate our wedding day." His lips grazed her pulse point on her wrist, keeping hold of her hand.
Meredith stretched languidly, arms over her head, eyes closed. Her back arched, as the stretch went from her head to her toes. The damp folds of her pussy beckoned him, and Derek lowered his head to place the tip of his tongue against her. She moaned softly, and he pressed his mouth to her, as if kissing her mouth. He kissed a little harder, stroking her with his tongue. Continuing the kiss, with long wet licks from top to bottom, and then back again. He inhaled the pure feminine arousal, as he kept up the long licks until she started to arch into his mouth.
He paused for a moment, admiring her, before he snagged a pillow. "Lift up your hips," he urged, sliding it beneath her. "Much better," he breathed, small puffs of warm breath on her moist skin. His lips traveled along the sensitive skin of one inner thigh, to her knee, and back up again. For the briefest second, his tongue flicked across her lips, before he went down the other thigh. Meredith moaned again, as her legs fell open even further for him. He kissed, licked and bit lightly at her skin, igniting slow delicious throbbing in her clit. She abandoned herself totally, her world reduced to the feel of his mouth on her. He knew exactly where he wanted to take her, and she followed willingly, as if in a fever dream.
He returned to giving her long, wet strokes on her pussy, lapping at the sweet wetness that seeped from her. Meredith wound her fingers in his hair, begging him for more. Her body was shaking with need, and all she could think of was how much she wanted his tongue where she ached the most. "Please, baby, please-"she implored.
"I love it when you beg," he teased her. "I love to make you beg for me." He continued to take his time, exploring the soft folds with his tongue, finding all the spots that made her writhe and whimper.
"Oh, oh, my god, oh -" she whispered, not wanting it to end, and he hadn't even touched her clit yet. She melted back against the sheets, and just as she thought it couldn't get any better, he stroked her where she was aching, and she nearly screamed out loud. He spread her apart with his thumbs, and concentrated on her clit then, sucking and pulling, drawing out the pleasure that radiated to every part of her. Her climax began to roll over her, and she tightened and spasmed over and over, as he kept going. With a final soft cry, she went limp and he let her go slowly. He crawled back up her slick body, to kiss her, long and wet and deep, so that she tasted herself on his tongue.
He wanted her again, wanted all of her soft wetness, her sighs of bliss. Easing her leg up around his waist, he slid his rock hard cock into her. It was perfect, like no other feeling on earth, as her slickness enveloped him tightly. He indulged himself, pulling out and then thrusting back into her as slowly as he could manage.
Meredith let her hands roam lazily all over him, along his back, and then down between his thighs. He opened his legs wider, and felt her small hand cup his balls, kneading and tugging with delicate fingers. He groaned low in his throat, and bit down on her breast, taking her nipple in his teeth, not even wanting to climax yet. All he wanted was to stay in the hazy, erotic limbo, entwined with her, their hips meeting and moving in rhythm. He just wanted it to go on for as long as they could, in utter mindless passion. It felt so good and hot and sweet, and her soft little cries of pleasure only increased his own ardor. Capturing her lips, he licked the inside of her mouth, and softly bit her lip, sealing her mouth with his, sealing them together with the same breath.
It was achingly wonderful for Meredith, to feel him inside of her, on her, all over her. She loved the way he felt, all hard, lean muscle moving on top of her, each flex and thrust of his hips pushing deeper into her. His hand slid across her skin, up along her upper body, to rest at the hollow of her throat. He pressed her back against the bed, his palm hot on her skin. It was almost like bondage, and primal dominance, yet with the unspoken need behind it that they were together in this moment. Their gaze locked, his eyes dark and glittering, as he pulled her even tighter against him.
He pressed down from inside of her, and heat flowed through her body. More sweat broke out across her and tremors started deep inside of her. He closed his eyes, and his head went back. Moving against her, he pumped harder and harder, getting her hotter, making her wilder. Her legs tightened around him, and she felt the first pulsing jerk of his release into her. More molten heat filled her, and as he thrust again, she went with him, drowning in ecstasy. It consumed her with pleasure that went to her bones and her soul, as they became part of each other.
The thunder seemed to have picked up in intensity, the rain pelting even harder against the windows, as Meredith curled against Derek, her eyes closed blissfully. He pressed tightly behind her, kissing her shoulder, his hand resting on her calf, caressing and sliding up along the soft curves of her body. His lips were at her neck then, his leg moving between hers. She let her foot rub along his muscular calf, smiling to herself. "I missed you last night, like this..." he murmured.
"Me too...you should have snuck back in..." she sighed. "I half expected you to show up in the middle of the night..."
"It crossed my mind, but I restrained myself," he confessed, still stroking her damp skin. "I was afraid Izzie might chase me out if she caught me in bed with you..."
Meredith giggled at that mental image, before he pulled her around beneath him again. Her fingers trailed down his back, sliding against the muscles that flexed as he moved over her. "So what else should we do to make up for lost time?" she asked, feeling him between her legs, demanding attention again.
"Let's just see what happens..." he suggested, surrendering to her kiss, feeling the heat between them again. All she had to do was breathe on him to turn him on. For long moments, they kissed and caressed, and it felt like it could go on forever that way, reduced to taste and touch, sight and sound and scent. It was pure eroticism on their skin. His heat was hers, the taste of him was the taste of her...the way it should be...