Dark Passions

6.

"I will stay, if you wish..." Meredith said softly, feeling sated and happy. "I wasn't sure if you would want me to." They lay entwined together, his leg over hers, his arm across her hips possessively. Just as she had dreamed, she thought lazily, feeling secure in his embrace.

Derek propped himself up on his elbow beside her, and stroked her cheek. "And why would I not want you to stay?"

"You had your way with me, and that is all most men care about."

"Ah, but I'm not most men," he said, his eyes amused. "And any man would be insane to let you go after just one time." He sat up all the way and moved away from her for a moment. Meredith shivered, feeling suddenly cool without his heat beside her. The breeze from the window permeated the room, and soft moonlight had replaced most of the candlelight.

Derek walked back to the table, where a single candle fluttered feebly, casting long shadows across his lean body. He moved gracefully, all taut muscle, carelessly proud in his nudity. He turned to look back at her, as he splashed more brandy into the crystal snifter. "Are you cold, my love?" he asked, returning to her side, offering her the glass. "Here, this will help."

He pulled her closer again, as she inhaled the fragrant liquid, taking a sip and letting it burn through her. Her shivers subsided, both from his nearness and the heat of the alcohol; the goose bumps that covered her receding. They shared the rest of the brandy, until she leaned back against the cushions, her head swimming. Derek set the glass aside, returning to her side, his fingers idly twirling the velvet ribbon that still encircled her throat. He tugged the ribbon loose, pulling it away from her throat, drawing it down the valley between her breasts, and tickling her nipples with it.

Meredith giggled softly, as his fingers brushed the ribbon back and forth over her breasts. He pulled the ribbon further down her body, across her belly, and her hips. Meredith shifted beside him, putting her hand on his hip. She pushed him gently backwards until he lay on his back. Before he could say anything, she straddled his legs, leaning down over him, her breasts crushed against his chest.

"What are you doing, you little vixen?" he asked, his rich masculine laughter rumbling through his chest, as he looked up at her.

"Derek..." she murmured softly, "I'm not cold anymore..." She punctuated her words with soft kisses to his lips, his throat, and then his nipples, flicking her tongue across them. Her tiny teeth grazed his skin, and he drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected gesture.

Meredith bent over his body again, her hair dragging along his body. He was surrounded in the scent of her sex, and the lavender of her hair, as she explored the flat of his abdomen with her lips. His breathing deepened as she worked her way down his body, her fingers stroking his cock eagerly. Closing his eyes, his thoughts centered on what she was doing, hot desire flooding through him again. "Sweet girl..." he muttered, as she danced her fingers along his throbbing length. "Don't stop..."

He arched his back off the satin bedding, his fingers in her hair, opening his eyes to watch her. She teased him with her tongue, her fingers cupping his balls, squeezing him lightly until he groaned in need. Then her mouth surrounded him in hot wetness, teeth grazing him, as he shuddered and surrendered to her. She braced her hand on his thigh, feeling his muscles quiver as she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, marveling at the velvety softness, tasting his juices. The soft groan her actions elicited sent a surge of heat through her, realizing she was pleasing him.

Meredith did her best to tease him to the brink, and then retreat, so that he writhed and thrust up at her. Derek lost himself in the exquisite agony, until he thought he was going to explode from the intensity. When she paused, and lifted her mouth from him, he looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, desperate for relief.

"My sweet god, Meredith," he muttered, his cock swollen beyond belief. "You really a temptress..."

She rose above his cock then, her own body pulsing with want, and she smiled saucily at him. The lone candle sputtered its last gasp, winking out in a puddle of hot wax, leaving the room in soft darkness. The glow of the moon was enough for Derek to see her above him, her hair in tangles, her breasts tempting him with their hard nipples. He could see the wetness glistening on her, as she stroked the wet folds of her pussy, parting the lips and touching herself. "I want you here, now, Derek," she moaned, as poised above him. "Fill me with your cock, I need you."

"Yes, love, I'm going to do just that," he assured her, straining upwards, brushing against her wet lips, seeking entry. She lowered herself down as he rose up, and they melded into one being, joined perfectly. For a moment, they did not move, suspended in time, enjoying the feel of their bodies pulsing hotly together. Then Meredith lifted away from him, until he groaned in frustration, drawing out the moment before plunging back onto him, enveloping him deeper. She squeezed around him, leaning over to brush her breasts against him, as he gripped her hips, and thrust up into her. They bucked and cried out, as she rode him harder and faster, both of them lost in the moment, touching and kissing everywhere.

With a deep growl and a final thrust, Derek held her tightly, and rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. He spread her arms out, holding her down, his hands on her wrists, as he kissed her hard. Meredith was lost in the dizzying vortex that consumed them; wrapping around him with her legs, accepting every thrust until he exploded into her. Derek dropped his head to her chest, tasting the salt of her sweat on her skin against his lips. "My god, woman - what you do to me...." He gasped, panting heavily.

He released her hands, and she put her arms around him, stroking his back as he kissed her gently. "Sleep now, my love," he said, moving off her, and tugging the twisted bedding around them, enfolding her in his embrace as they drifted into sleep.

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Meredith opened her eyes, seeing the soft light of morning coming in the window. Derek's arm was heavy across her, their bodies tangled together amongst the bedding. Pillows and bolsters were scattered everywhere on the bed and the floor, and their clothes lay here and there. A small smile curved her lips as she surveyed the chaos. It wasn't a dream, she thought sleepily, this is real - he was real - warm and solid beside her. Then reality hit her, and she struggled to sit up. She had to get out of his room, and back to her own bed, before anyone else was awake.

She wiggled out from beneath Derek's arm, and he mumbled in his sleep, but didn't appear to be awake. Holding her breath, she slipped from the bed, and scooped up her clothes, picking up his as well. "What are you doing, my dear?" Derek's voice was sensually lazy, even at this hour of the morning, and she jumped in the midst of folding his shirt.

"Oh, m'lord," Meredith stumbled over her words, as she spun around to look at him, clutching his clothes to her. Calling him Derek in the bright light of the morning seemed wrong - that belonged to the heat of the night and the dark passions they shared. "I need to go, I shouldn't stay here..."

He arched his eyebrow at her, holding out his hand to her. "Come here."

"But..." Her resolve wavered, as she was drawn by the intensity of his expression.

"Do I have to come and get you?" he asked, pushing the covers away from his body, leaning up on his elbow. Her gaze swept his exposed body, and her breathing quickened. How could he be so sinfully beautiful, so hard and erect for her, making it difficult to resist him? The clothing slipped from her fingers, and she took a hesitant step closer. "Meredith..." he said softly, beckoning her again, and she melted like hot wax, taking his hand and letting him pull her onto the bed with him. He covered her lips in a soft kiss, and she met his tongue with her own, feeling his arousal against her. The sunlight slanted through the window, bathing them in warmth, as they got lost in the exquisite desire that consumed them again.