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He grinned. “I was babysitting my little niece and nephew tonight. When I was headed home from there, I did not expect my night to end like this, either.”
Her expression sobered. “I think you might truly be one of the good ones, Duncan.”
“And I think you’re impressive as fuck.” He reached up, wrapped a pigtail around each hand, and pulled her down for a kiss.
Entwined with each other again, they kissed wildly, each one as if they meant to fuse themselves together. Grunting and moaning with every shift, Phoebe gyrated on his hips, driving him so crazy his cock seemed to develop a will of its own, drawing his body up and down, side to side, trying to find the way in.
When he very nearly found the way, felt her folds slip around him, felt his tip catch on her entrance, Duncan freed his mouth and gasped, “Need to get a condom.” He always kept a couple in his wallet, but he hadn’t thought to grab one before he’d tossed his jeans away.
Phoebe slipped off him and rolled to the other side of the bed. He heard a drawer slide open, some rustling, and the drawer slide back. She rolled to him again, holding a strip of three condoms. One purple, one red, one green.
“Colored? Really?”
Her smirk was sheepish. “It’s a long story starring my best friend, who thinks she’s hilarious. I don’t make a habit of keeping rainbow condoms, but they do the job. You got something better?”
He did, but that would require leaving the bed. “I’ll take the purple one.” He grabbed the strip and rolled forward, putting her on her back, and he did it decisively. If she kept control, he could tell he’d blow too quickly. She was hot as lava.
This time, she went beneath him willingly. Tearing off the purple condom, he tossed the other two toward her nightstand and tucked the purple under the pillow. Now that they’d had a little break, he wasn’t ready for it yet. He wanted to explore.
He started at her jaw and moved downward, using his mouth and his hand to seek out everything about her—every scent, every nook and curve, every span of skin. That appealing, musky mélange of horse and soap and strawberry was rich at her neck, growing fainter as he moved to her chest. Her skin was smooth and firm, her arms and shoulders defined, her biceps flexing and releasing as her arms shifted around him restlessly.
She had a smallish oval mole on her chest, a couple inches below her collarbone. He kissed it.
When he moved farther down and reached her tits, Phoebe arched her back, offering them up like appetizers on a tray. Her nipples were already hard.
Duncan took the offered treats with relish, sucking one and then the other into his mouth, moving back and forth until both she and he writhed and moaned with need, simulating an act they could have for real.
When she hooked her thighs around his hips and linked her ankles on his back, Duncan was done exploring. He grabbed the condom packet and sat back.
She didn’t release her legs but held him close like that, watching him open the condom and slide it on.
He tried not to think about how weird that purple looked. Instead, he focused on her, the small, trimmed, dark-gold bush, the sleek pink inside her folds, the way the short curls gleamed with want. When he brushed two fingers along that slick line and felt how full her need was, heard the rough edge of her moan as he found her clit, Duncan was torn between needing to taste her and needing fill her.
Phoebe settled the question. “Fuck me, Duncan. Please.”
Still kneeling, still wrapped in the firm embrace of her thighs, Duncan leaned over, slipped his arms around her, and pulled her onto his lap.
After a moment’s surprise, she understood and used her thighs to rise up a bit, giving him room to position himself so she could sit on him in the exact right way.
And oh fuck, the feel of that entry. She was snug and hot around him, and she clenched even more tightly as her head dropped backward. A moan rumbled up from the bottom of her belly, through her chest, and out.
Duncan felt his eyes roll back. For a few seconds, they stayed just like that, her back arched over his arms, his head thrown back as well. He almost believed nothing else could be better than this. But then he moved slightly, nothing more than a squeeze of his glutes, and she whimpered and twitched around him, and that was better.
As he began to move, using his glutes, quads, and hamstrings to piston with slow force, he drew her to him again. She came up and coiled her arms around his neck, bending down to kiss him. God, she was a great kisser.
They flexed and rocked together, their mouths exploring each other, their hands exploring everything else, until Phoebe closed in on her finish and started rocking and bouncing on him more frenetically than he could track. He gave up her mouth and buried his face against her throat, breathing in her warm, inviting scent as he held her close and matched her needful energy with his own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped as her body started to stiffen and shake. Duncan slipped a hand between them and found her clit. She jumped and cried out, then drove down onto his cock with determination until she went over, flinging herself backward in his arms, clamping her legs so tightly around him he thought he might pop, then flinging herself forward again and crashing into him.
Holy shit. That was one helluva show.
He hadn’t come, but he was on the edge of the cliff. When she started to recover herself, each tiny shift of her body pushed him a little closer.
When he groaned with the effort of holding back, she lifted her head and smiled dazedly at him. “You haven’t come.”
“Not yet,” he gritted. “Very soon.”
She smiled and twisted her hips. He groaned again.
