merder mafia leader in love

chapter 17

Meredith's pov:
"Ohhhh derekk" I moan loudly as he picks me up, slamming me back down onto him again and again. "Fucckk mer" he groans. I put my hands on his thighs, my back arching and my head falling back. My nails dig into his thighs. "Ohhh goddd!! Yesss baby!! ohhh!!" I cry out in pleasure as I cum violently. "Oh godd" he grunts deeply as he releases, his cum spilling into me. I'm trying to catch my breath as I lean forward, putting my hands either side of him, looking into his eyes. He puts his hands on my cheeks, pulling me down and kissing me passionately.

"I knew you'd give in" he smirks. "Shut up" I giggle. He picks me up, pulling out and sitting me back down so I'm straddling his waist. "I haven't got work today" I say. "Good.. you can stay here with me all day" he puts his hands on my cheeks, pulling me down and kissing me. I smile, rolling off of him, snuggling next to him. "I have a question" I lift my head up, putting my hand on his chest, looking at him. "Mm?" He looks at me, resting on his elbow. "You're the only guy I've ever had sex with" I say. "Yes.." he says. "How many girls have you slept with?" I ask. His eyes go wide a little and he sits up. I giggle, sitting up too.

"Well theres.. you" he smiles, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Yes" I giggle. "And.. Addison and i- Addison is the only other relationship I've been in.. and all the rest were one night stands" he says. "And.." I say. "Okay around.. 40 something" he says hesitantly. "I- you've had 38 one night stands?" I say. "Around" he says. He looks at me. I look down, biting my lip. "But.." he grabs my legs gently, pulling me onto him so I'm straddling him "with them it was just sex" he puts his hands on my waist "but with you its different.. its special.. we connect.. like our bodies are made for eachother.. this is the best I've ever had" he whispers. I look into his eyes. My heart starts beating fast. He's so perfect. "Until now" I kiss him hungrly. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

We fall next to eachother, panting out of breath. "God meredith" he breathes. "fuck that was so amazing" I breathe. "You're so amazing" he kisses me on the cheek. "Mm so are you" I move my face to the side. He kisses me softly on the lips.

I look at him. I gasp, sitting up. "Oh my god you're bleeding" I say. "Huh?" He looks down. Blood is spilling through his plaster. "Oh" he chuckles "you ripped my stiches" he laughs. "Its not funny derek.. does it hurt?" I gently pull the plaster off of him. I gently run my finger over the stiches. He tucks my hair behind my ear, watching me as I look at it.

"You need to go to the doctor" I say. "No" he says. "You need to get them replaced" I say. "I'll do it myself" he reaches into his bedside table, grabbing a suture kit. "How do you-" I say. "I've had worse injuries than this before" he says. I bite my lip, looking away as he starts stitching himself up. "Numbing cream?" I say. "Its fine" he says. "I can't see-" he tries to grab for a mirror. I can do it" I say. He passes me it. "My mother's a surgeon remember?" I grin. He smiles. "Does this not hurt baby?" I ask. He shakes his head. "You're so hot" I giggle, shaking my head. He chuckles. "Okay I think that's good" I put the suture stuff back in the case. I grab a big plaster out of the kit, slowly peeling his one the rest of the way off and putting the new one on.

"Okay no more sex for you" I grin. "No no no" he puts his hands on my cheeks, kissing me softly. I giggle. "No.. I told you this was going to happen" I say. "But you pushed and you pushed until I finally gave in and had sex with you" he says. "That was you!" I giggle. He laughs. "Come on.." I get out of bed. I hold his hands, pulling him up. "I wanna go out" I say. "Mm" he groans, getting up "go where?" He asks. "For a walk" I say. "Okay" he says. "Shower first?" I say. "So I do get sex?" He smirks. "Nope" I giggle. "Fine" he rolls his eyes. We take a quick shower and get changed.

We're walking down the streets, holding hands. "Where are we even going?" He asks. "Shops" I say. "Why?" He asks. "I want to bake a cake" I say. "Why?" He asks. "Because I want one" I say. "Why?" He asks. "Shut up" I giggle, hitting him playfully. "I just want a cake" I say. "You don't know how to cook.. do you know how to bake?" He says. "..no" I giggle. "That's okay I'll help you" he chuckles "you know how to bake?" I ask. "Mm" he nods "and I'm not a bad cook" he says. "You're not?" I ask. "My parents own a restaurant" he says. "They do? Okay.. I talk about myself way too much don't I?" I say. He laughs. "No" he says. I chuckle softly. "How do you not know how to cook.. you work in a cafe" he says. "The cakes are delivered and the food I just have to heat up" I giggle. He chuckles softly. We go into the shops, grabbing all the stuff we need and walk back to Derek's apartment.

We're stood in the kitchen. I'm wearing one of Derek's shirts and he's just wearing some pyjama bottoms, shirtless. Derek's helping me bake the cake. He's stood behind me, whispering the instructions in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Crack the egg" he hands me an egg. He starts kissing my neck. I crack the egg, getting loads of shell in the bowl. He laughs against my skin. "That's your fault.. your distracting me" I grin. He laughs. "Maybe.. maybe I should do the eggs" he chuckles, pouring the egg into the bin. I giggle. He starts cracking the eggs.

"Okay pour these into the mixture" he passes me the small bowl of eggs. I pour it in with the rest of the mix. "Now mix it together" he passes me a wooden spoon. I start mixing it. He starts sucking on my neck. "Stop distracting me" I squirm in his arms. "But you're just so irresistible" he whispers. I giggle as he squeezes me playfully, kissing my neck. I dip my finger into the cake mix. I suck it off of my finger, moaning quietly at the taste. I dip my finger into it again, turning around in his arms. I move my finger up to his lips. He sucks my finger clean. "Good?" I whisper. "Mm" he nods.

He dips his finger in the mix. He wipes it on my lips, leaning in and kissing me hungrly, licking the mix off of my lips. I moan as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, our tongues fighting. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist, picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as we don't pull away from our heated kiss. I finally pull away. "No.. no sex" I giggle. "But the mixture tastes so much better when I lick it off of your body" he whispers huskily, kissing me again. I moan against his lips, running my fingers through my hair. I pull away again. "No.. now stop trying to seduce me and help me with the cake" I wriggle out of his arms. He laughs. I giggle, turning back around.

We baked the cake and waited for it to cool down. We put the cake onto a plate and go into the living room area, sitting down onto the rug. He grabs the icing and decorations. We decorate the cake. I decorate my half with hearts and smiley faces and he decorates his half with squiggly lines and circles. "We should be professional cake decorators" he jokes. I giggle.

"Wait.. is that a hair?" He says. He looks at me. I look at the cake. I gasp as he picks up the plate, pushing the cake into my face. He laughs. "You asshole!" I pick up a chunk of the cake. He gasps as I smear it onto his face. I squeal as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap, biting my neck playfully. I giggle as he starts tickling me. "Stop it! stop! stoppppp!" I giggle breathlessly. He laughs, stopping and wrapping His arms around me. I giggle.

I reach over, grabbing Derek's shirt off of the couch. I chuckle, wiping the cake off of my face. I grin, wiping it off of his face for him too. "I hate you" I laugh, throwing the shirt back onto the couch. "I hate you too" he chuckles, kissing me softly.

I grab two forks off of the floor, passing one to him. I sit between his legs. His chin is resting on my shoulder. I get a fork full of the cake. I turn around, sitting infront of him, facing him, between his legs. I bring the fork to his lips. He eats the cake. "Good?" I giggle. He nods, chuckling. He gets a fork full of the cake, bringing it up to my lips. I eat it. "It is good" I giggle. He grabs the forks, putting them onto the floor. He puts his hands on my cheeks, kissing me passionately. I lay back onto the rug, him hovering over me as our tongues fight. I run my fingers through his hair as he rests between my legs. "No sex" I say. "No sex" he says. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him again.