After the wedding night...the honeymoon inevitably follows...and it's more hotness...which is the main reason for this story, after all!

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Chapter 15 - Honeymoon in Paris

Derek leaned on the railing of the balcony of their hotel suite in Paris. They had decided to take a tour of Europe for their honeymoon, starting here and moving on to Rome, Monte Carlo and back to London before heading home. Meredith had never been anywhere exotic for vacation and the sights and the sounds of the city dazzled her. Right now she was getting dressed for dinner, at an intimate little bistro that he had discovered on his last trip here. He could hardly wait to show her all the things he loved about this city.

"Derek…?"

He turned to find her standing at the doorway, leaning against it with a suggestive smile on her lips. He whistled in appreciation, taking in the sleek designer dress that hugged her curves. "Hello gorgeous…" he murmured as she sauntered towards him. From the top of her elegantly styled hair, to her flawless makeup and kissable mouth, to the tips of her Louboutin sandals, Meredith was all luscious female…and all his.

"I've been busy spreading your money around the boutiques…" she laughed softly, her cheeks flushed from his bold appreciation. Even after becoming his wife, and the way he made her feel, sometimes it just seemed to be like she was in a dream.

Derek took her hands, and pulled her against him. "And I approve of every penny spent," he assured her. "I mean, I love you, sweetheart…whether you're in those plain blue SGH scrubs, or whether you're naked…but I have to admit…you're one hot babe…"

Meredith laughed again. "Oohh…I like that. Somehow I never considered myself a 'hot babe' until I met you."

"Trust me, you are all that and more. I'm one helluva lucky man to have you as my wife." Derek touched her cheek softly, his eyes full of sensual promise, and his mouth curved in that smile she loved. "Now tell me…are you wearing anything under that dress?"

Biting her lip, Meredith shook her head, her own eyes full of naughty promise. "Just skin…."

"Very nice, Mer…" he murmured, his warm breath fanning her cheek as he grazed his lips there. "This is going to be a good evening." His strong hands cupped her ass, rustling the silken dress against her. "You're getting pretty daring…"

"I don't want to bore you…"

Derek chuckled, trying to inch the dress a little higher up her legs, searching for skin. "Honey, trust me…life with you will never be boring…" He kissed her throat; his lips dancing along the cleavage of the dress, making her nipples stand out against the material. The sudden scent of her feminine arousal hit him then, and he groaned softly. "I think I need to give you a little something before we go to dinner…" He eased her backwards, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she lost her balance, settling onto the soft duvet with a little sigh.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked him, looking up at him.

"Just a little something to add to that radiant look about you…" he teased her, dropping to his knees. His hands slid the delicate fabric higher, displaying her for him. Wetness was already seeping from her, as she spread her legs wider without conscious thought. "Look at you…all wet already…"

"You have that effect on me…" she confessed. "Making me all wet and open and wanting…are you going to just stare at me, making me suffer?" She pouted prettily at him.

"Hell, what kind of husband would I be to leave you suffering?" he muttered, his own fingers moving closer to her, teasing her for a moment. But he couldn't resist for long, putting his mouth to her. The touch of his tongue made her gasp, her eyes going wide, even though she was ready for him. Derek continued to suck at her, tongue doing wicked things to her clit until she was unable to do little more than buck and twist against him, wordless sounds of gratification spilling from her. She let her arms lift over her head and she stretched luxuriously, her breasts arching up.

"Oh, god Derek…more…deeper…" she urged, not caring if they were going to miss their dinner reservation, or that her dress was likely going to be a mass of wrinkles by the time he was done with her.

For a maddening second, Derek lifted his mouth away from her, and she moaned in frustration. "Maybe I should wait…till after dinner…for dessert…?" he teased her wickedly.

"Hell no…"

Without another word then, his tongue assaulted her again, stroking her harder, driving deeper and wetter. Meredith bucked from the instant climax that took over, as he kept going, the wet strokes making her shake. "Oh god…coming…don't stop…" she managed to beg him, fingers in his hair, as another wave of luscious heat convulsed in her core. She collapsed backwards then, her body quivering, as he slowly relinquished her, his tongue making slow circles along her inner thighs.

"You okay?" he asked, moving forward and crawling over her. His tie was crooked, and his hair was mussed from her enthusiastic touch. He kissed her softly, as her breathing returned to normal.

"I think so…" she giggled. "Now that you've ruined my makeup…and my hair…"

"You still look perfect," he assured her. "Now, we can make that reservation if we hurry…and you can sit across the table from me, your body still tingling from this. I want to see that look in your eyes, knowing how I make you feel…"

"You're terrible…"

"And you love it…"

Dinner was long over, and they lingered over the last bit of rich dessert and brandy, so long that the wait staff was beginning to give them subtle hints to leave. Derek glanced over his shoulder at them stacking chairs and removing tablecloths and he grinned. "I think that's our cue to leave," he murmured to Meredith, who was feeling a little light-headed from the combination of red wine and brandy.

"Are you ready to take me back to the hotel and consummate the marriage again?" she laughed.

"We've done that several times already…" he reminded her, as he stood up. "I was ready to consummate it at the wedding reception if it had been possible..."

"And whose fault was it that we didn't?"

"Yours, entirely, Dr. Grey…" He steered her towards the door, keeping his hand at the enticing dip at the small of her back. The dress plunged low there, and his touch sent an electric shock right through her system. All through dinner, she was reminded constantly of the dampness he had caused between her legs, with every look that was like a caress, every knowing smile as she shifted in her chair.

"Bon nuit, mes amis…" the maitre'D called out as they departed.

"Good night…sorry to have kept you," Derek replied, with a wave, earning an knowing chuckle from the other man before he closed the doors behind them. They wandered out onto the sidewalk, his arm around her waist, holding her close. "I think we were quite obvious about our mutual need…" he whispered in her ear.

"But it's all about the romance here, isn't it?" she asked, turning to look up at his profile. "They love lovers…"

"Of course, but I still need to control myself before I do something we'll get arrested for," he admitted, his voice low and intimate.

"You're a lawyer, you'd be able to talk your way out of it, I'm sure," she teased him.

"Still…not willing to chance it. Even though I find myself doing risky things with you…"

"…and I'm being risqué…" she added, with a smirk.

"Pushing your luck, honey…" he muttered, already aroused for her, already hard and throbbing against his pants.

Luckily they rounded the corner to their hotel, and he managed to keep his cool as they rushed through the ornate lobby to the elevator. Meredith stifled a giggle as he jabbed the button repeatedly, and they stumbled into it as soon as the doors slid open. "Now who's terrible?" he demanded, crushing her against him when they were alone. Sudden heat washed through them both, their bodies quaking in desire. His mouth claimed hers, demanding her instant response.

"Still you…" she murmured against his mouth, sighing as his tongue found hers again, drowning in the heat and the passion that flowed between them. Her leg moved around his, grinding her hips against him, bringing her in contact with his cock. "So bad…"

The elevator came to stop at their floor, and he swore at the interruption. "Damn…let's go…" He tugged her urgently along the quiet hallway, until they reached their suite. Keeping her captive in one arm, while he fumbled with the key card in the other, until they fell into the room, laughing and kissing at the same time.

"Take that off…now…" he urged her, stepping back for a moment while she unzipped the dress. It fluttered to the floor, and for a moment, she waited, her arousal burning up under Derek's hot gaze. Then she trailed her hand along her body, cupping her breasts, toying with the nipples, moaning a little at the feel of it. She could hear Derek's own ragged breathing, and she smiled at him, her tongue darting along her bottom lip.

"I want you so damn bad right now," Derek said quietly, coming up beside her, grabbing her head and crashing his lips over hers. Tongues dueled erotically, as she met his mouth, just as hungrily.

"I'm all yours…take me…" Meredith urged him, as Derek her mouth go, their chests heaving, the scent of pure arousal in the air.

Derek dropped to the floor, and put his hands to her thighs, so that she shook from the heat that shot through her. The wetness already glistened along her soft folds, and Derek's tongue found it, lapping along the skin, his fingers parting her folds. He teased and sucked at her clit, as his fingers drove up into her, making her hips push forwards, seeking more and more. "God, Derek…" And her brain fogged as he pushed his fingers deeper, twisting and teasing, as his tongue continued its assault on her swollen clit. Meredith could feel the softness of his tongue snaking around her, his sure fingers sliding wetly in and out of her. Her knees almost buckled at the sensation, the unadulterated raw lust between them as always.

Her chest heaved and she was nearly ready to lose control. Her fingers curled into his hair, her hips bucking wildly against him. "Derek, yes….oh yes…YES!" she almost screamed at the intensity of the climax that hit her and she doubled over him, rocking against his hand.

Derek backed away, pulling her along to the sofa, her heels clicking on the tile floors as she followed him. As she watched, her body tingling in want, he stripped his own clothes away, his cock achingly hard, pulsing as the cool air hit his naked body. For a second, they stared at each other, before Derek beckoned her closer.

"Come here…" he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. She fell to her knees, taking his cock in her hands, stroking the hard length. His body tensed, as he tongue circled him, around the velvety skin, the pulsing veins. His fingers dug into her hair, each pulse of his blood matching her stroke over him. "God…the way you make me feel…" he muttered, close to the edge again. "I want to be inside you again – in that tight, slick heat of yours…"

Meredith let him go, and his cock slid wetly out of her lips. He pulled her to her feet, and spun her around. She braced her arms against the smooth leather of the sofa, her thoughts totally focused on the man behind her, and her breathing quickened, anticipating Derek's next move, her body taut with erotic need. She was all sultry female, and hot desire, ready for whatever Derek wanted to do next.

The next thing she felt was Derek's hands at her hips, spreading her legs wider, his fingers moving along her ass. Playing, teasing as the head of his cock slid against her, between her legs, over the drenched lips of her pussy.

"Derek…god…just fuck me, please…" Her hand moved lower, touching her clit, as Derek moved against her.

"You got it, honey," Derek muttered, watching Meredith move back and forth, before penetrating her in one slick slide, until he was as deep as he could go. "You're so hot and tight…" He moved faster, his balls slapping against her with every stroke. Fierce and crazy, they moved in tandem. Derek's body thundered with his imminent climax, lost in how good it felt. Meredith's body shook from the force of his thrusts, her feet sliding on the floor, as she came, her fingers at her clit, his cock stretching her fully. Feeling Derek finally explode with his own release, flooding her, hot and urgent. She shuddered, as she came again with him, her blood pounding in her veins.

"Ohhhhh…" she sighed, finally dropping down to the floor, barely able to breathe, let alone move. Derek bent over her back, his mouth at her shoulder, biting down lightly as he tried to regain his own sanity.

"Damn…" he muttered, his body hot and sweaty over hers. The feel of bare, male skin against her own was almost enough to arouse her all over again.

Meredith nodded weakly, as he let his cock fall away from her, and they turned to face each other. Kissing in a long, open mouth kiss, with her wetness still along Derek's lips, inflaming them both again.

His hands moved to cup her ass, kneading the skin tenderly with his thumbs. His cock stirred imperceptibly against her belly, as he claimed her mouth again. The kiss was deep and erotic, and he felt her body responding again, her nipples hardening against his chest. Their tongues met and slid together, as their bodies rocked slowly. When he raised his head, and their eyes met, the spark of desire was still there. "Damn, honey…we may not survive the rest of the honeymoon at this rate…"

"You say that now…" she sighed, her fingers trailing along his back, feeling the muscles move under his skin.

"Ah, hell, it'll be worth it…" he laughed. "I love you, Meredith Grey-Shepherd…"

"Love you too sweetie…" she sighed, "…now let's do that again…"