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This is an AU Mer/Der fic, in the style of historical bodice ripper romances. It's the very lusty tale of the sinfully handsome Lord Derek Shepherd, Duke of Gracewood Manor, and Meredith Grey, the sweet governess he is unable to res...
When Meredith returned, she paused at the door, remembering the first time she had been here for Derek. Only that time she had been nervously excited, unsure of what to expect with him. She smiled now, seeing he was waiting for her in his...their...bed, and her heart jumped. Knowing now what a good and loving man he was, and how their passion for each other only increased with each passing day.
She ran a hand over her hair, now loose over her shoulders, and adjusted the bodice of her nightgown. Long and delicate lavender lace, it swirled around her legs as she crossed the room.
Meredith's nightgown
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Derek watched her approach, the soft candlelight casting beguiling shadows across her dainty body. The lacey gown accentuated all her soft curves, and he could clearly make out the jutting nipples beneath the lace.
"As you can see, my lady, I am ready and waiting for you..." he told her as she stood beside the bed. He swept the bedding away from his body, inviting her to come to him.
"Indeed, my lord, you are most ready...." Her gaze travelled along his muscular body, her pulses quickening as she saw the swell of his cock, hard and erect, standing out from his body.
"And you are still not the way I want to see you..." he chuckled, eying the lavender gown.
"Then let me remedy that," she replied, easing the gown from her shoulders, and letting it fall to the floor in a soft swish. She crawled onto the bed with him, and he swiftly pinned her down beneath him. He kissed her hard, cupping her face, murmuring soft sweet words of how much he wanted her and how beautiful she looked. All the while, her hands slid lower, grasping his heated, needy cock - her cool hands a contrast to his burning skin. He sucked in his breath with a hiss of satisfaction.
"Sweet Meredith...I can't wait much longer for this..." he groaned.
Their eyes met, in silent communication, and Meredith nodded, her eyes glistening as she murmured her encouragement for him to continue. His own hands moved lower as well then, below her derriere, lifting one leg up and around him, opening her to accept him. Her head went back from the intensity of her desire, their urgent need to be joined as one. Then with one smooth, firm thrust, he impaled her on his thick length.
The shock of the pleasure was overwhelming, and they both went still. Derek's breath caught in a gasp along with hers, as the amazing sensations ripped through him. Almost more intense than their first time together, and he closed his eyes. Heat stung his eyes with the love he felt for this woman - this wonderful, sweet, caring woman. Every muscle in his body tightened, as she rocked against him, the feeling so incredible he almost came undone right there and then.
Meredith shifted and squirmed beneath him, wanting him more than ever before. "Derek..." she moaned softly, the need in her voice, maddening him with desire as he moved with her. With a low growl he surrendered to the allure of her sweet writhing against him, and began to rock in and out of her welcoming, silky-wet warmth. The muscles in his arms strained, flexing with the effort to go slowly, trying to make this last longer.
