Only you | Derek Morgan

Plan B and coffee.. breakfast of champions

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Eyes closed, I relish in the relaxing feeling of letting the warm shower water wash down my body.

Derek and I got back from Chicago late last night and after our straight eleven hour drive home, we fell exhausted into bed. Which is exactly where I left him to sleep in while I take a quick shower.

Somehow Derek always seems to awake up before me so when he was still sound asleep when I got up, I decided I'm going to make him breakfast in bed, something he's done for me many, many times.

I suppose now that he's officially my boyfriend he gets some special privileges. He asked me a few days ago when we were at the football field and I have to say, even though waiting for that question seemed like forever, Derek did it in the most perfect way and I wouldn't change a thing.

The rest of our time in Chicago was pure Christmas bliss. So many hot chocolates I can't even count, snowy walks in the city, movie and game nights with Derek's family and mine, and so much good food that I'll definitely be getting back into the gym tomorrow because today is our last day of vacation before we have to go back into the office in the morning.

I'm enjoying standing underneath the water so much that I don't even notice Derek's presence until his warm hands slide around my body.

I groan, rolling my head back onto his shoulder when he pulls me into his body. So much for surprising him with breakfast. "Ugh, you're awake."

Derek laugh is muffled in my neck before he presses a kiss to my wet skin. "You could at least try to sound happy about that."

I giggle, enjoying his hands roaming my body and his lips peppering my neck with kisses. "I was planning on making you breakfast in bed."

"Oh, yeah?" Derek's hands slide up my inner thighs and he pushes my hips slightly back to feel every hard inch of him pressing into my ass. His lips graze over the shell of my ear. "Well, what I want you can't make."

I like where this is going already. "Mhm?" I hum as my head lolls backwards onto his bicep. "And what's that?"

"I want your pussy, Layla." Derek leans in, capturing me in a slow languid kiss. His hand moves up and across my thigh, cupping between my legs. I moan into his mouth as he drags his middle finger through my slit, pausing to rub a few small circles on my clit. "I need it."

I'm so sexually frustrated it's not even funny. Derek and I haven't had sex in eight days and it has got to be our longest stretch ever. We were staying at my dad's house while we were in Chicago and Derek didn't even want to risk the chance of being heard or caught and I can't say I disagree with him so we just.. didn't. And as much fun as we had in Chicago, I'm definitely happy to be home for that reason.

Is it bad that I'm breathless from one little touch already? "You better do something about it then."

"Oh I plan too," Derek's mouth immediately dips to kiss at the base of my neck and slowly travels upwards. "All.." Further up he trails kisses, following my jawline to my ear. "Day.." He gently bites the lobe and I lean into it, enjoying the feeling of his lips sending shivers down my back. "Long."

The steam of the hot water clouds the space around us and the droplets of water spray on us from an angle as Derek spreads my legs apart slightly and bends me over, pressing my chest into the tiles. My back arches as he rains a path of soft kisses down my back before he drops to his knees behind me.