FEARLESS, Derek Shepherd

04, 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱

Beth looked to Derek as he walked into the bedroom. She smiled to him. "So, how do you feel knowing to you and Mark are bffs again?" She asked.

Derek rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't go that far."

"I would. You're more in love with that man than you are me. And I don't know why. I give you great sex," Beth said with a shrug. She smiled to him. "I'm kidding. Besides, no one can do to you what I do."

"Want to put that to the test?"

Beth grinned. She pulled Derek onto the bed and kissed him. Derek groaned. "Don't be a tease," he moaned.

"You love it."

Derek smirked as she straddled him. She looked down to him and grinned. "You know, I think we're gonna have to get a little us in," she said.

Derek grinned and nodded. "I think you're right there," he said.

Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.

Beth released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Derek tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.

"Beautiful." He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.

She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.

Beth's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer. He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.

Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.

Beth's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.

He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.

Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."

Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box. "Fucking hell. Hurry up," Beth mumbled.

Beth lifted her shirt pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.

"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.

"You okay?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.

"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.

Beth pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry. He appeared content with the position, something Beth wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.

His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons.

His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.

Beth dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage.

She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.

More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso.

She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.