The shepherds heir

28 | hungry

She felt her heart skip a beat as she heard his car pull into the driveway. Derek wanted to take Mer out because he just closed a big business deal so beckhams with his nonna. She heard the sound of his shoes on the sidewalk, heard the ring of the doorbell, and she tried to appear calm and collected as she opened the door slowly, but when their eyes met, she leaned in close for a kiss and a hug, losing any appearance of shyness.

He pulled her close with his right hand around her waist and returned her affections, but then gently pushed her away from him just a bit, and for a second she felt a chill run through her, wondering if she'd done something wrong, but her eyes went wide and she broke into a grin as he brought his left hand from behind his back to present her a bouquet of lovely summer flowers in an ornate glass vase.

"Aww, thank you, they're beautiful!" she exclaimed, as she took the vase and placed it on a little table by the door, then turned back to him, pushed up on her tiptoes, took his face in both her hands and kissed him full on the mouth, as she pulled him towards her into the living-room.

"I'll just get my purse and we can go," she said, and turned from him, but he reached out and pulled her back, as he pushed the door closed behind him and turned the lock.

"Gawd, you look gorgeous, I've been hungry for you all day," he growled, and he kissed her as if to devour her.

He reached around and placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and he stood there momentarily as they engaged the deepest of soul-kisses, utterly lost in the giddy moment, and with her legs still wrapped around him, he began to walk slowly to the dining room, stopping at the end of the solid spruce table and placing her carefully on her back, legs dangling at the knees over the edge of the table.

She protested with a laugh that maybe they should move to the bedroom, but as he gently nibbled her left earlobe and covered her neck with wet kisses, he whispered, "our reservations aren't for another hour, but I'm hungry for something to eat, here and now!"

She purred knowingly, "mmmhm, that sounds utterly lovely!"

He placed his elbows on the table and kissed her on the mouth again, biting her lower lip oh-so-gently, stroking it with his tongue as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, undid the buckle on the front of her bra, and ran the tips of his fingers over her breasts, and down her stomach.

He kissed her full on the mouth once again, and as she tilted her head back, he drew a line with his tongue down her chin and neck, all the way to her lovely tits, taking her now-hard nipples full in his mouth, circling his tongue round and round, left then right, by turns, and running his hands up and down her smooth firm thighs.

She let out a soft moan as he dropped to his knees, slid the hem of her skirt up past her waist, and in one movement pulled her panties down and off her stunning legs, then moved his head between her knees.

As she locked her ankles behind his head, and knit her fingers into his hair, he slid his hands under her ass, and began to kiss the insides of her thighs, working his way up till she could feel his warm breath and his tongue caressing her pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of her like a soft, wet cock, drawing her wetness up to her clit, gliding up and down, round and round, slow-fast-slow-fast, as he french-kissed her there with increasingly wild and passionate abandon, ever faster and harder, building, building, building.

"Oh gawd, don't stop!" she cried, panting and trembling on the precipice as he continued to ravish her, probing her over and over, kissing and licking her pussy. "Im full" he kissed her thigh and smirked. "I'm still hungry," Meredith giggled and bit her lip.