Meredith Grey's VIPenis

10

Tomorrow

She had pleased him the way he had, the way his mouth worked on her like she couldn't believe. He was the generous kind of man, very rare in the world today. In a world where ones need were more important the the other individauls on the planet. She had sucked him, liking his hard shaft to excite a moan from him. She had paid very close attention to his head, white arousal slowly milking from his tip. Licking him clean is what he enjoyed the most. The warmth of her mouth, her small tounge in contact with his delicate member, her head bobbing up and down as he thrusted her. Literally fucking her mouth until he came deep within her. She took in everything before wiping her mouth witht eh excess she couldn't hold.

Both recovering from their orgasms, he surprised her. His eyes were trained at the ceiling, his arm slowly snaking around her waist pulling her closer. Looking at him in surprise she followed his lead moving closer to his body. Using his expanded arm as a pills, the place between his under arm perfect for her head to fit. her amrs were pulled into her chest, the two small hand brought together for her to place under face, stairing straight at him.

Within those few minutes he turned his head to look at her. Their breathing back to normal, the sweat evaporating off the body.

"I bought a tux yesterday." he said lamely, chuckling at his conversation skills.

"I got a gown." she replied, bitting her swollen lip between her teeth.

"So..we are both ready for this. For the Gala then." he replied shifting his body to face hers, pulling his arm from under her head. Mirroring her body they were now face to face, their hands under the sides of their faces, the blanket pulled just to their waists.

"I guess so." she mused, a feeling in her gut intensifying. Her worries, her hesitation coming back to her. The feeling of nervousness coming back.

"I am not one of those girls." she blurted out, looking down her eyes traine don any part of him that had no eyes.

"What?"

Her face turned red in embarassment, her mouth suddenly turning dry. She glanced up at his face, confusion and surprise written on his masculine features.

"I am not one of those girls. The ones who use several peices of utensils to eat on meal. I barely know what is going on in the world, I don't even keep up with the weather network." she confessed. "How am I suppose to be social with a room full of doctors when I know nothing?"

"You don't have to talk to anyone." he replied realizing her dilema.

"No, you don't understand. I am not the kind of woman who goes to these kinds of things. The last time I wore a nice gown and had my hair done was-" she stopped talking, her face falling in that one moment. Closing her mouth she swalloed painfuly, sighing in disbelief. "Actually never. I have never worn a gown or dressed up in my life." she confessed, a lump in her throat forming quickly.

"I know you are not one of those girls." he replied, his voice strong and powerful, althuogh it did hold understanding. "That is why I asked you."

"Wh..what?"

"I do not want to take a woman who cares about the new bags or is paranoid about the way they look. With you there, I believe that I can survive the night without learning a new tip from the latest Cosmo."

She didn't know if that was suppose to make her feel better, if he was mocking her, if he was insulting her. With his words they meant one thing, but his face told another story.

They didn't match. He was hiding something, his face as a barrier to the inside, bu his voice was the traitor. It let something slip.

She didn't know what that something meant, but she was curious.