*This chapter contains adult content*
While they had taken the walk around the pond Derek had tried to talk with Meredith about the earlier encounter in the kitchen. He was worried about her; he knew Meredith to be strong and independent. She wasn't the type of person who hugged other people for pleasure, or opened up to others easily. He knew his mom was easy to talk to, if he had troubles or doubts, she had always been the person he turned to, he still sometimes did. She was someone with a great listening ear, but it was his mother so that made sense that she would listen to his nagging. Not that he thought Meredith had been nagging, no that was also something she didn't do. She could be a bit dark and twisty but she wouldn't whine, she would handle anything with proud.
Derek didn't talk to her about everything in his life anymore, that time was gone, but if he ever needed to vent, she was always there for him. On the other hand, Meredith couldn't turn to her own parents and he knew how his mother could be. His mother was the definition of comforting and caring, his parents had practically adopted Mark when they were younger, so he could understand that Meredith would feel free to entrust into his mother.
She had assured him multiple times that she was doing fine, and he could see that she was doing fine, she was giggling, happy and flirting. There was a certain shimmer in her eyes which gave him the confirmation. Sometimes Meredith would say she was doing fine but he could see a certain sadness in her eyes. This time, he could see cheerfulness and freedom in her eyes, they were having that glimmer which he loved. The kind of shine she would have after a good surgery or after she had an intense orgasm, her pupils were dilated and the colour shone bright like she was on a natural high.
He loved seeing her like this, so happy, chipper and free, almost in a childlike spirit, it made his insides flutter and his head spin. It had also made him kind of curious, what had been said or done in the kitchen that made her feel this way. He knew that whatever it was, she would tell him on her own terms and time. She wasn't someone to push for answers, so he just enjoyed her good mood and went with the flow. They were a half hour in to the walk when she had grabbed his hand and had pulled him against a tree, whereafter she had given him a heated kiss. He had felt like a teenager all over again, necking with his secret crush out of sight of his parents. It felt good to have a little secret alone time, walking hand in hand or with his arm around her waist, as close as they could be without the fear of someone seeing them.
They truly had a blast all day, talking and laughing, drinking and dining, time had flown by. He had just taken a shower and was now relaxing in his lounge trousers on top of the duvet against the wooden headboard, reading a medical journal.
His parent's had a split-level Tudor style home, downstairs was a big kitchen, Livingroom, dining area and his parents' bedroom with ensuite bathroom. Upstairs there were another six bedrooms with three bathrooms, and enough beds for all children and grandchildren. Since none of his sisters had arrived at the house yet they could both take a room for themselves, but when it was time to decide who slept in which room, they came to the conclusion that sleeping together was what they preferred. That saved them from re-making the bed and moving stuff around tomorrow when they were forced to sleep together anyway.
His eyes lit up when he saw her walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, her damp hair slowly dripping down on her shoulders and back. She laid her suitcase on the footing of the bed and opened it, searching for her pyjamas.
'Derek? Where are my pyjamas, you packed them, right?' Meredith asked, digging through the suitcase.
'Yeah, they are in there..' he answered, a bit to eager, quickly diverting his eyes back in to the journal.
'Why do you look so smugly?' she questioned, before pulling out the packed nighties. With a growl she threw them at his head, which made him burst out in a snicker. 'Oh, you think you are funny, huh.'
'You didn't tell me what to pack, I saw these and.. I liked them.' Derek shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still sparkling with amusement.
'And how am I supposed to go downstairs on Christmas morning? These.. hardly cover anything..' she was pointing at the sets on his lap.
That made him anxious, he hadn't thought that far ahead. When he had seen the nighties, he had lost all ability to think straight, there was another part of his anatomy which did the thinking for him. He didn't want Meredith to become victim of the leering eyes of his brothers-in-law or his nephews who had just hit puberty. He had brought her to his house, into his family and it was his duty to take care of her.
'Shit..'
She had seen the conflict behind his eyes, as if he suddenly fully understood the consequences of his actions. First, she saw heat and eagerness, then there was puzzlement and lastly there was a mix of anger, frustration and guilt. 'Yeah. Shit..' she kept up her stern demeanour, it wasn't time to show him her amusement yet.
He thought about it for a second, before he came with his solution. 'I will lend you my sweats and a t-shirt, my sweater if you prefer. Hell, you can even keep them if you want.'
'That sounds like a fair and generous deal; however, I can still hear a but..'
'Well.. Since, there is no family yet, and we don't have any plans tomorrow morning.. I want to pick one of the nighties for tonight.' He answered with a smug smile, it was worth shooting his shot to see Meredith wearing one of the spicy little things he had packed.
'For your eyes only?' she answered, giving him a look as if she was thinking about his request.
'For my eyes only, dear.' he could feel that he had made a small stap towards victory.
'Hmm..' she raised one of her eyebrows slightly. 'And which one is it going to be then?'
She had barely finished her sentence before he threw a deep green babydoll with matching panties at her, all the while he was grinning sheepishly.
'Look the other way. There still has to be a little surprise, Derek.'
When she finished changing, she motioned for him to look.
'Holy shit..' he nearly chocked. His eyes were on fire for her, he was looking up and down her body, lingering on the soft curves of her breasts. 'Spin around.' he ordered.
She was a bit uncertain but did as she was told, the bottom layer flying upwards while she turned around, showing a good amount of her derrière in the Brazilian panties. His gaze was so dark, so hot, and so downright horny, she had no doubt in her mind that he liked what he saw. He nearly scalded her with the heat he was giving off. Throwing his book aside and stood up from the bed, he strode towards her. She could feel the beating of her heartbeat in her chest, her breath was coming faster, her lips parted to allow the air in as he moved closer.
'You look like an angel, Mer. My sweet Christmas angel.' he was slowly pampering her jaw, her neck, her ear, everything he could reach from the position in front of her. She felt faint, dizzy, and so extremely turned on. Het stomach clenched, and she felt her core throbbing with zings of exhilaration and lust.
Kissing her gently, deeply, fiercely, he stroked her body, arousing the passion further from within her. She threw her arms around his neck, her nails scraped against the nape of his neck. Pulling herself closer in to his body, leaning into him, using his body as a pilar for her instability, she let out a primal groan.
He was desperate for her closeness, never in his life he had wanted anything so badly. He wanted, no needed, to be inside her tight little body. Lifting her in to him with the palm of his hand, he grounded his hips in to her, letting her feel the full impact of his hard throbbing length.
His other hand found her breast, her nipples were hard and perky, aching with want and desperation. He drew his finger over the nub, every stroke he gave went straight to her groin, making the ache grow unbearable inside of her panties.
Her hands found the waistband of his pants, tugging it over his ass, down his thighs, his thick and heavy erection sprang free. She fisted his member, giving him solid strokes up and down his long length, he was visible shuddering with need, panting and moaning. A big drop of precum rolling out of the slit.
She quickly donned her nighty and panties, moving them to the bed, pushing him down on his back before straddling his waist, grinding her hips, her moistened core sliding over his erection. When he went to reach into his wallet on the nightstand for a condom, she stopped him. She had been thinking about that.
'You know, I am on the pill, Derek. You are clean, I know you wouldn't lie to me. I am clean. We don't have to use one.. Unless you do have that trigger problem.' she teased him, laughing softly.
He smiled at her snarky little remark, but his eyes were tender and concerned. 'Are you sure?'
Reaching her hand down to his cock, she gripped him and traced the seam of her puffy lower lips, before stopping at her opening. 'I am this sure.' she said while sliding down on to him, slowly sinking and taking him deeply in to her core.
'Oh.. my... God..' he said and meant it like a prayer. It had been years since he had been inside a woman unsheathed, and the fact that it was Meredith, the woman he had always wanted made it so much sweeter. It was the closest to heaven he could come on earth.
She began riding him, taking him up and down, making small hums of satisfaction as she circled her hips and grounded in to him. He watched her bounce, watched her beautiful creamy breast shake, watched how she licked her parted lips. He watched between their bodies, how his long cock, moistened with her juices, was sliding in and out of her.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he had to. He didn't think he had a trigger problem, but he was too damn close, it was almost embarrassing.
With all the power he had in his body he moved his upper body upwards, moving them to the Lotus position, her legs wrapped around his waist. They were so close to each other, every part of their bodies was touching, so close could feel each others heartbeat. Moving in unison, slow and deep, flowing like they were riding waves in the sea.
He could feel her fluttering, he could feel she was close. He was probably closer than she was, holding on to her waist with one arm while his other hand was in her hair. He pulled her closer, their lips met in a sweet and passionate kiss, licking deeply in to each others mouths. The trembling in her legs started, her screams and groans muffled by his mouth.
'You are.. going.. to make.. me.. cum.' he growled out between breaths.
She threw her head back, while he feasted on her neck. The shaking grew wilder, she moved more erratic, her inner walls were squeezing him tightly, in a deadly grip. The beauty of orgasm took over her body, making her spasm and shudder uncontrallably.
He gripped her closer, as he felt the pure, deep, blissful aura of orgasm approaching. He cried out, holding on to her body, crushing her in to him, as he climaxed, pulsed and poured out in what seemed to be never ending surges.
His lips found hers again, they shared soft intimate kisses, surrounded in their private little bubble. Finally, he loosened his hold, he pulled her down on the matrass with him, holding her as close as he could without crushing her.