The Best Part of Waking Up

She felt good. Bone deep, soul searing, ready to do a thousand jumping jacks and still have energy to spare good. Who ever said that sex didn’t matter obviously wasn’t getting any. Smiling as she gave Derek one more lingering glance before slipping out of his bed, she snagged the boxers she’d torn off him the night before and slipped into them as she closed the door silently behind her. Stretching, a content little smile curving her lips as she padded bare foot and nearly naked to the kitchen, Rachel recalled the night before with no small amount of pleasure. God, he was fantastic. After being without him for so long, to suddenly have his body to do anything she wanted with was the best Christmas present any girl could want. And like any greedy child, she hadn’t let him go until they were both exhausted, nearly passing out in a haze of sexual fulfillment. Yes, distance made the heart grow fonder. But tangled in his sheets, legs and lips entwined definitely made other, more interesting things grow harder. Chuckling as she unearthed the questionable box of fruity pebbles and dared the first spoonful, she shrugged and decided they were edible. After using as much energy as she had, her hunger made her feel like her belly button was hitting her back bone, and just about anything with sugar would do. Munching contently on the dry cereal, Rachel wandered over to peek through the kitchen window, delighting in the sight of the snow falling silently on the still dark morning. Rain was wonderful, but this, this was Christmas. God, she was so sexy. Awakening to a bed still warm from her body heat, flooded with the scent of her and the night they’d spent in the dark in passion, Derek had felt the steely pressure of desire lacing his body just thinking of her, needing her again, already, always. And when he had found her so sweet and silent in his kitchen, wearing his boxers slung low, and nothing else but morning sunshine, the delicate curve of her naked back to him, her hair a tangled mess he ached to bury his hands in, the need had leapt up to wrap around his throat so he couldn’t breath without her. Slowly walking up behind her, every step an ache on his aroused body, he reached around her, with one arm setting the cereal bowl on the counter, the other hand splayed across her belly, pulling her full against his shaft, nearly groaning at the feel of her skin against his. For a moment she leaned into him, delighting in the sight of his hand so large and dark upon her soft skin before she turned around in her arms, eyes skimming like inquisitive hands over his naked, beautiful body before simply stepping into him. It was like having sunshine melt over you, he thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on tip toes, enjoying the feel of her breasts brushing against his chest and placing a brief kiss on his mouth. “Morning.” “You stole my boxers.” His voice was rough from sleep, a deep husky tone that sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, as he slid his hands under the waist band of the shorts in question to cup her softly curving bottom in his palms. “I did,” Rachel agree solemnly. “What are you going to do about it?” she questioned seriously, peeking up at him through her bangs, tilting her head so her hair fell over one naked shoulder, brushing his bare skin, teasing him so that he ached. “Take them back?” “Or just take them off,” he nearly growled, thinking the best possibly idea was to get her as naked as he, in the quickest possible span of time. Tugging the silky shorts over her sexy hips, pushing them off her rounded butt, his mouth fell over hers as she quickly kicked them off her legs, exposing every inch of her to his questing hands. Groaning, her lips parting under his, Rachel bit fiercely at him, her tongue drinking in the dark sweet taste of him as he pulled her roughly to him, naked skin skimming over naked skin. His hands were everywhere, tangled in the silken mass of her hair, tugging her head back as his lips dragged over her neck, biting at her shoulder, gliding down the curve of her back, cupping her rounded bottom to drag her against the naked rise of his erection. Moaning aloud at the feel of his teeth running over her skin so sensitive, Rachel wrapped a smooth thigh around his leg, desperate to feel his steely strength against her, rocking her hips into his in a frantic rhythm. Dragging her nails down his back, already aching from the want of him, Rachel gasped when his hands running over her skin like water suddenly grasped her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the counter, palms skimming down her silken legs, roughly spreading her apart to his intense gaze. Biting her lips against the lurch in her stomach as she felt liquid heat settle low in her body, dampening the dark curls under his gaze, she leaned back helplessly, arching against the cool cabinet behind her, her skin suddenly feeling too hot to bare. Staring at her spread open before him, Derek lifted his gaze to hers, locking her blazing green eyes on his intense blue one. “I think I’m hungry,” he whispered roughly, and before Rachel could protest at him leaving her so in need, the words were choked off by a raged moan at the feel of his shoulders between her thighs, his hair against her skin, his tongue stroking, teeth biting so gently she thought she might shatter. He was merciless, sucking upon her flesh, drinking in the taste of her, driving her to the edge so quickly she exploded beneath his lips, a scream burst from her lips as she arched into his wicked mouth. “Derek,” she half sobbed, her hands clawing at his shoulders, needing him moving with her, moving in her, buried so deep they could never be separate. Wrapping her legs around his hips as he stood once more, Derek gathered her trembling body in his arms, flames flickering through his veins at the weight of her against him. Carrying her to the kitchen table, with a careless, crazed sweep of his arm he sent everything crashing to the floor before he set her upon the edge, a hand sweeping up the length of her body gently pushing her back to the wood before stepping between her legs and in one thrust burying himself completely inside her. “ohmygod,” she breathed, her lashes fluttering as that one thrust sent her over the peak again, the orgasm shuddering through her body, rainbow explosions behind her eyes as they were one. Yet before the last waves of mind shattering pleasure has subsided he was moving within her, the intensity building with every thrust on him inside her. Slowly he pulled nearly out, groaning at the feel of her silky inner walls clinging to him, before pushing his way slowly back in. Faster then faster he plunged, carrying Rachel to fulfillment endlessly, yet unable to reach his own he lifted her thighs up, hooking her knees over his shoulders. Thrusting so deep he felt he touched her soul, his fingers bit into her skin as the long pull from his toes up sent his body shaking, shooting forth liquid pleasure deep inside her, an endless stream that left them both trembling. Collapsing atop her, Derek shuddered, a long, slow shiver that left him weak. With a sigh, he nuzzled into the damp curve of her neck, and simply breathed. “So,” Rachel smiled at the feel of his lips brushing across her skin as he spoke. “What’s for breakfast?”