Dark Passions

10.

The fire crackled in the grate, and the cozy room was their temporary oasis. Nothing else mattered at that moment, but the two of them. Never in her life had Meredith felt so wantonly blissful, so wrapped up in the heat that surrounded them. Derek had this amazing ability to make her feel wild and free of inhibitions, while at the same time giving her the confidence and protection of his presence. She knew her affection for him was growing with each moment they spent together, her heart falling under his spell. If it was only for a short time, so be it, she thought. She would enjoy it while she could.

Derek slid his hands through her wet hair, tangling in the strands, as she raised her face to him. Her eyes shone with warmth, her smile full of promise. She pressed her lips to his softly, her tongue playing along his lip seductively.

"I must return the favor now," Meredith said, her voice husky, finally breaking the kiss. She picked up the soap. "Will you stand for me, Derek?"

"I will do anything you ask, love," he told her, gripping the edge of the tub and standing up. The water cascaded off his lean body, his cock jutting out hard and swollen. She knelt before him, placing her tiny hands on him, circling him with the soap, tracing the length of him. "Your touch is damnably arousing," he said, his voice rough.

Meredith smiled to herself, keenly aware of her own arousal. The knowledge that she was able to excite him so much only added to her desire to please him. She made sure to draw out the moment, stroking him, and massaging his balls in her fingers. The lather frothed around him, as she traced the veins and ridges on him, playing and teasing him. Then she cupped her hands and dripped water over him to rinse the foamy lather away. Small rivulets trickled along his thighs and dripped off the length of him. His skin gleamed wetly in the firelight, and he felt the relief of cool air against his heated flesh, as the water evaporated from his body.

Peeking up at him through her lashes, Meredith gauged his reaction as she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue across the engorged head. He tasted of clean water, and a hint of his cum, as she tantalized him. Letting him slide wetly in and out of her lips, until he started to shake. Then she let him slide out completely, grasping him in her hand, and putting her tongue to his thigh, and up to his balls, licking them one by one delicately. "Sweet girl..." he groaned, thrusting against her. She took him in her mouth again, her fingers stroking the taut curve of his rump, feeling his muscles tensing as his cock swelled and throbbed. "I want you..." he gasped, "I want to fuck your sweet pussy, Meredith...now..."

Meredith let him trail out of her lips, his cum already seeping from him, the head of his cock taut. The demanding urgency in his voice sent a hot thrill to her core, as he sank down into the water, pulling her down onto him. The sudden movement sent a tidal wave of water over the edge of the tub, splashing everything around it, snuffing out some of the nearby candles. Derek placed his hands on her ass, as she spread her legs wide, the water still swirling around them wildly. "Take me, Derek..." she cried out, as he drove up into her. His head went back, a guttural growl of pure masculine lust ripping through him.

Meredith let her own head fall back, her breasts arching out towards him, her nipples rosy and hard, water streaming down her chest. The waves still rose and fell around them as he pumped into her, churning the water into even more frenzy. His hands supported her back, as he bent to take one of her nipples between his teeth, tugging at the sensitive nub of flesh until she was boneless with pleasure. His cock throbbed and pounded, and she squeezed around it, her own climax starting to crest. Her hair flew around her face, as she thrashed her head from side to side, bracing herself on his muscular thighs.

He penetrated her as deeply as possible, her velvet walls surrounding him tightly, as he continued to tease and nibble and at her breasts. Each thrust made her wetter, made her wilder. He lifted his eyes to watch her - her face glowed with lust and heat and trust. "Harder, Derek...I want you harder..." she moaned, reaching a hand to her clit, rubbing herself into further abandonment.