The weekend continues...we all need a Derek like this...don't we?

Chapter 22 - Recovery Time?

Sun was slanting through the blinds of the window when Meredith opened her eyes. When they had returned from their sojourn to the wineries, she had fallen onto the soft bedding, asleep almost immediately. The combination of sun and sex had worked together to make her completely out of it, she realized, glancing over at the bedside clock. She hadn't felt this good and relaxed in months, and she smiled to herself. Derek had known she needed this getaway.

"Derek?" she called out sleepily, sitting up to look around for him.

"Over here…" he called out and she saw him leaning against the patio doors.

"What are you doing over there? You should be here…"

"Just woke up, thought I'd call and make some dinner reservations," he held up the cell phone in his hand. "I'll be right there…"

Meredith snuggled back into the pillows happily, watching him for a moment. He paced outside, holding the phone to his ear, his head tilted as he talked. Shirtless, wearing just his jeans, he looked much too hot for his own good, she mused. Already, the persistent dark stubble shadowed his jaw; he would need to shave again before they went out. But she liked the way he looked with it, along with the sleep tousled hair, that made her want to run her fingers through it. And he was all male and all hers.

Derek slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back inside, catching her eyes on him. He gave her a slow grin, shedding the jeans before he crawled back onto the bed with her. "What…are you checking me out?"

"Always," she sighed, reaching up to trail her fingers along his chest. "You look too good to be true…"

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he chuckled softly, lowering his head. "But you're pretty sexy yourself, honey…" His mouth hovered close to hers, and she pressed her lips to his, reaching up to pull his head down. Derek groaned softly, gathering her closer, as desire flamed between them again. Meredith could feel the hard length of him, demanding and hot, against her as she pressed her belly to him. She moved her hips against his instinctively, increasing the pressure against him. Her thoughts centered on how good it was to be here with him as well, how perfectly they fit together, their need for each other evident.

Derek pulled her leg across him, as they lay facing each other, and his cock pulsed between her legs. He pushed the head of it against her, stretching her apart, feeling her swollen lips surround him. She was already wet, sliding against him, her body warm and pliant.

"I want you…" Meredith whispered, her lips against his chest. Derek moved into her just a bit more and she moaned. "All of you…"

"Haven't you had all of me already several times today?" he chuckled softly, feeling her desperation, and wanting her just as much.

"Mmmm…how can I resist you when you're so obviously ready for more…?" Her voice was breathy, and she wiggled against him.

"You want to be dirty, do you?" Derek asked, as he pushed a little deeper into her.

"How could you tell?" Her tongue dragged along his chest, circling one nipple and he tightened in response.

"Just an educated guess…" he growled, making himself hold still despite the raging need to take her hard.

"Hot and dirty…" Meredith begged, looking up at him.

Derek teased her again, kissing her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her; in the same way she wanted his cock to fill her. Then she gasped as he pushed into her deeper, sliding against her clit, over and over, taking her anticipation level higher with each stroke. She hooked her leg around him, trying to get him as deep as possible, as she whimpered and shook. Then, just as she thought she would go crazy from the torment, he thrust into her hard, as deep as he could go.

"There, honey, now you have all of me," he told her, his voice low with need. "Just like you want…"

Meredith rocked against him, the tingle of anticipation beginning in her core. He felt so good inside of her this way, and she moved with every thrust of his hips. So close to the edge of release, when Derek let her go suddenly.

"What…?" she moaned, looking at him in surprise.

Without a word, he eased her onto her stomach. She peeked over her shoulder at him, through the fall of her hair. He gave her another seductive smile, before straddling her small body, kissing the line of her spine, and along the flare of her hips. His fingers caressed her ass, and then slid between her legs, spreading her apart gently, and gliding upwards towards her pussy. "Oh…god…" A soft sound of pleasurable need escaped her, and she pushed against him, as he moved his fingers in and out slowly.

He leant over her back, kissing her shoulder, and then putting his lips to her ear. "On your knees…"

Meredith shifted position, and he spread her legs further apart, wanting her so much he ached. Her pussy tempted him, and his cock throbbed even more. She could hear the increase in his breathing, and she let her hips move invitingly, teasing him just as much as he was doing to her. Then his fingers moved along her wetness again, probing deeply.

"God but you look good," he muttered, as she whimpered, suddenly breathless.

"Damnit…I can't wait much longer…" Her body shook as he toyed with her clit, stroking and retreating. Small tremors went through her, as he brought her to the brink of her climax several times. Her breasts slid against the soft sheets, her nipples hard and aching.

"I can't either…" he admitted, gripping her hips, and sliding back inside her, letting her heat surround him. For a second, neither of them moved, breathing heavily. Then Meredith squeezed around him, rising up to her elbows, fingers twisting into the sheets.

"Oh, god…oooh…" At the feel of him inside of her, her mind went hazy with desire, lost in the moment. She pushed against him, as he thrust into her deeper, moving with a slow deliberate ease that only drove her wild. Her back arched, and she tossed her hair over one shoulder, looking back at him. His eyes were dark and focused on her, his hair falling across his forehead; sweat making the definition of his muscles stand out. Their skin met and slid, and she angled onto her elbows again, feeling his cock bump even deeper into her.

"Yes…yes…so fucking perfect…Meredith…" Derek thrust even harder, shaking the bed with every push, and she welcomed each one. Her fingers strayed between her legs, touched her throbbing clit, and suddenly her orgasm exploded, shattering her as the waves rolled through her. She fell forward onto the bed, and he collapsed with her, still buried deeply. Her whole body quivered, the climax still firing through her, and she felt him coming as well. With a strangled groan, his body jerked, the shuddering force of his release shooting into her.

"God...Meredith…" he groaned, his body covering hers, face buried in her hair. "This keeps getting more intense every time…" His chest heaved, his throat dry from panting, as they recovered together. Slowly, they untangled their weak bodies, and he pulled her into his arms. His mouth danced along her eyelids, her nose and finally, her lips.

"I love you, Derek," she whispered, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

"I love you too, Meredith…" He lifted his head and looked at her. "Having a good time so far this weekend?"

"If you have to ask, you're crazy…" she giggled. "Good doesn't begin to cover it."

"I'm happy to hear that." He glanced at his watch, before kissing her quickly. "Now, you can go and shower…we have dinner reservations and I'm suddenly starving…"

"We could shower together and save time," she suggested.

"I highly doubt that," he said wryly, patting her ass. "It would take twice as long, and there's a possibility we'd never get out of here."

"They have room service," Meredith pointed out, sitting up and leaning over him. Her hair tickled his skin, as she kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. For a few minutes, he surrendered to her soft kisses, relishing the way she felt in his arms. "And we have that wine…"

"Later, sweetheart…"

Meredith backed away, letting her fingers trail down his body as she moved. "All right…but you know where to find me if you change your mind." She winked at him before slipping off the bed, sauntering away slowly.

"Insatiable woman…" he laughed, raking one hand through his hair.

"You aren't complaining are you?" she asked, pausing at the doorway, and peeking back at him.

"Never…"

"Good, or you wouldn't get any for awhile, just to let you recover…I realize you are older than I am…" she giggled infectiously, disappearing into the bathroom to start the shower.

"Oh, that's low…" he muttered, springing from the bed and crossing the short distance quickly. He captured her just as she was sliding the shower door open, and swung her up into his arms.

"Derek!" she gasped, as he carried her into the spacious shower enclosure. Water was pulsing from the myriad of jets, and they were enveloped in the damp heat instantly. She lifted her head to him, a soft whimper in her throat as he kissed her hard, his tongue searching for hers. Slowly, he let her down to her feet, and his hands twined in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat to the trail of kisses he feathered along her skin. Her body tingled with desire, throbbing and hot, with every touch of his lips.

"Now what was that about letting me recover…?" he whispered in her ear, as her hands roamed his wet body, drifting lower to where he was beginning to throb against her. Water sprayed in a constant torrent around them, turning his thick black curls into dark silk.

"I was obviously very wrong…" she murmured, His hands continued to make lazy circles along her spine, and over her hips, edging back up to cup her breasts, both of them enjoying the give and take between them.

"Let me show you just how wrong…"

Derek lifted his glass of wine in a toast, admiring Meredith across the table in the intimate little Italian restaurant, where the food was delicious and the service impeccable. After their interlude in the shower, they had just enough time to dress and make their reservation. Meredith's skin looked glowing in the soft candlelight, her hair loose around her face. She was wearing a white silk halter-top that left her back bare, with a fitted black skirt and her favorite Jimmy Choo sandals. Considering that Derek had packed her bags, she was happy with his choices.

"I love you, Meredith…" he said, "this is a wonderful weekend, and I love being here with you."

She lifted her own glass and touched it to his. "I love you, Derek…thank you for this weekend…I needed it more than I knew…"

"I just like having you all to myself," he grinned.

"I can tell…" Meredith sipped the fragrant wine, loving the taste on her tongue. Derek reached across the table and took her hand, lacing her fingers with his. "What will you do whenever we have a baby?"

"That's entirely different…but I'm sure that's not something you want right now, is it?" he commented, letting his thumb caress her palm. "With your residency?"

"It would be difficult, but other women do it. Dr. Bailey has a son, and she manages to juggle everything." Meredith looked at him over the candle flickering in the hurricane glass. "I know we kind of talked about it before, but have you been thinking about it?"

"Sure…I can just imagine seeing you holding our child. I think before I met you, it was just a hazy thought for the future, but it's something more real now. A boy to carry on the name…"

"…or a girl that you could spoil horribly?" Meredith smiled, squeezing his fingers.

"Very much so." Derek returned her smile. "And for right now…I have something to spoil you with…"

Meredith lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "You've already done enough with this whole trip, Derek."

"So this is part of the weekend," he replied, letting her hand go momentarily. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a slim velvet box.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you think it is?"

"It looks expensive…and it looks like jewelry…"

Derek grinned. "You're good." He slid it across the table. "Go on, open it."

"I don't really need…" Meredith murmured, opening the box carefully, her breath catching as the sparkle caught her eyes. Inside was a necklace with a combination of small diamonds and sapphires, set in platinum. "Oh my god…Derek, this is too much…" But her eyes sparkled just as much as the necklace and she lifted it from the case. "What's the occasion?"

He shrugged. "When I saw it I thought of you...and it seemed like a good time to give it to you."

Meredith turned it over in her fingers. "You really are a crazy man. I love it…" She unhooked the other necklace she was wearing, and slipped the new one around her throat. "It's perfect…"

"It suits you," he agreed, admiring the way it nestled against her skin, reflecting the candlelight.

"You have good taste."

"I do…I picked you, didn't I?" Derek took another sip of wine, leaning back in his chair.

"I think it was good timing, more than anything," Meredith countered, touching his hand again. "I love you. And you spoil me too much…"

"I love you back…and you can thank me later…" Derek grinned wickedly.

"Lots of dirty hot sex…" Meredith promised with a naughty smile of her own.