Dark Passions

43.

Derek looked up from the ledgers his bookkeeper had spread out on the table in his study. His eyes lit up as Meredith crossed the room, carrying Michael. "Sweetheart, you are just what I needed. Mr. Croft, are we done?"

"Yes, m'lord," the older man nodded and bowed low, then gathered the books together. "Good day, m'lady," he murmured, leaving them alone.

Meredith leaned in to kiss Derek, letting her tongue dart along his. He caressed her cheek, drawing her closer. "My love, what brings you here? I thought you and Kate were working on some project." His voice was rich with love and desire, as he gazed into her eyes.

The baby gurgled happily between them, as they kissed again. "I just wanted to see you," Meredith murmured. Derek's mouth dropped to her chest, his hand cradling the baby's head. His breath tickled her skin, and she laughed softly. Then his tongue dipped below the bodice of her gown, snaking around one nipple, igniting a ripple of desire in her core.

"Derek..." she sighed. "You are going to teach your son very bad things if you keep that up..."

"He's far too young to understand," Derek laughed, pulling her into his lap. She could feel the hard, insistent length of him against her. "And you are far too tempting to resist." He kissed her cheek, and took her lips again. "You only get more desirable with each passing day. I want you, darling...all your sweetness..."

"Shhh..." Meredith covered the baby's ears. "Don't listen to your father, Michael." But she turned back to Derek. "You are my heart's desire, my love. Let me call Rose to take him to the nursery, and then I'm all yours..."

As soon as Rose disappeared with the baby, cooing at him all the while, Meredith turned back to Derek. He was still seated at the desk, his eyes on her, feasting on the sight of her slightly flushed skin, her hair in loose waves around her face, and the enticing smile on her lips. "Are we so wicked to want some time alone?" she asked softly, advancing slowly, and standing between his legs.

"No...never..." he assured her, resting his hands on her hips. He stood up, pressing her back against the desk. He cupped her face, and slowly brought his mouth to cover hers. Her hands braced against his shoulders, as he kissed her deeply. The thrust and retreat of his tongue teased her as always, bringing her to a point of mindless abandonment. His hands kneaded her breasts, making her nipples ache. His mouth moved lower, caressing her pliant skin, seeking the nipples that were just hidden by the lace and the froth of her gown. "I can think of nothing but this, and how much I need you..." he murmured, lifting her up and settling her onto the wide desk.

"Here?" she asked breathlessly, caught up in the fire in his eyes. "But..."

"Why not?" he asked in return, pushing her skirts up. "Is it too naughty, too wicked, for you? Making love here in the bright daylight, spreading yourself open to your loving husband?"

"No...nothing is too wicked with you," she confessed, a soft catch in her voice, as he traced the length of her thigh. "But what if someone hears us...we do seem to be unable to keep quiet..." she teased him.

"I will try to resist shouting your name out loud, but your delectable body tends to make me unruly, my love..." he murmured.

Then her thoughts scattered, as he pressed his mouth against her, tickling her with his tongue. She held onto her skirts, as he searched relentlessly against her wetness, stroking the bud of her clit, again and again, until she pushed against him.

"Derek....oh...my....OH!" she cried out, trying not to scream as the orgasm shook her, curling her toes, and sending her into orbit.

"So my vixen..." he grinned at her, tossing her skirts higher. "Do you want to continue this here?"

"Yes, you rogue..." she replied, reaching for him, desperate for him. "You know very well I do..."

"Then let me accommodate you," he told her, undoing the buttons on his breeches, and dropping them to the floor. His cock sprang out, taut and throbbing, and he slid into her until she gasped. He flexed and moved against her, the erotic feel of his cock filling her lush pussy, the only part of them naked, added to the urgency of the moment.

He bent over her, one hand tugging at the neckline of her gown, impatient to free her breast. His mouth descended, and claimed her nipple, his tongue rolling lazily around it, as he continued to thrust into her. Meredith abandoned herself to the sweet feel, the love and the lust she felt for him shining in her eyes. He caught her eyes on him, and he let his teeth graze her skin lightly, making her shudder. He bit lightly on the creamy skin, then licked the mark he left on her. "You are...so...damnably...sweet..." he muttered, thrusting deliberately, as she met him with total delight. Each thrust rocked her, each thrust took her closer to the edge, as they moved together.

"Faster..please..Derek...." she begged, pushing against him.

"Greedy, aren't you?" he asked lazily, but responding to her urging, he moved faster. "God, I could come just from the scent of you, sweet girl...have I told you that before?"

"Ohh..." Meredith was lost in the sound of his voice, and the feel of him pumping into her. The heat and wetness of her orgasm began taking her away, and the frenzy of their passion began to spiral. Derek could feel her trembling, squeezing around him, and he drove into her harder. Pulsing inside of her, along with her rhythm, until her climax pulled him along with her, spilling into her with a low groan of satisfaction.

Derek gathered her up into his arms then, his cock still buried in her softness, and they rocked together slowly, until their breathing returned to normal. He brushed her hair away from her face tenderly, raining little kisses along her forehead, and down her cheek, before claiming her lips. Deeper then, their tongues dancing, stroking, until heat sizzled between them yet again.

Meredith laid her head on his chest, reassured by the strong beat of his heart, feeling content and sated and drowsy. "My husband, you are very demanding, you know..."

"And you would have me no other way," he replied softly. He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of her in his arms, as always. "You know...soon we need to make plans to go to London. The King has requested our presence, and to meet you."

Meredith sighed softly. "It has been so idyllic to be here, just us, for these last months. I almost don't wish to go."

"I know, but we must. Michael is old enough now to travel with us, and Mother is quite anxious to see him."

"I'm surprised she hasn't beaten a path here already," Meredith giggled. "Very admirable of her."

"If we wait much longer, she will be on our doorstep. Besides, you know that Izzie expects you to help plan her wedding."

They drew apart slowly, and he kissed her forehead. They took a few moments to pull their clothing together, laughing a little at the frenzy of their love making. "Yes," Meredith agreed. "You are right, as usual, my love. Make the arrangements, and I will get Rose to start packing. Will Kate be joining us as well?" She moved closer, and helped Derek adjust his cravat, and waistcoat.

"I hope so - since Alex has expressed his desire to court her, I think it would do her good to get to London. He will be there as well, after all."

"He would be a good match for her," Meredith agreed, reaching up on tiptoe to kiss Derek's lips again. "I'll go talk to her about the trip."

He caught her close to him, wrapping his arm around her small body, and lifting her off her feet. "I love you, sweetheart..." he murmured, before setting her down.

"I love you..." she replied, giving him a saucy smile as she turned to leave. "Thank you for the lovely afternoon interlude...."

"Vixen..." he laughed, "You can be assured we will continue with that later tonight..."