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Slowly, he subsides and stops coming, and his ass sinks to the couch and he resumes breathing, albeit raggedly.

"Story," he whispers when he has his breath back.

I remain on my knees between his thighs, pumping his length and licking and suckling, and he shudders and thrusts a few times helplessly.

"Fucking…fuck," he snarls. "Jesus, Story."

I meet his eyes, knowing my self-satisfied grin is wide and bold. "Hi."

He brushes a thumb over my lips, looks at the pad of his thumb—it glistens with an errant drop of cum. I lick it away greedily. "Jesus help me, you're fucking incredible. If I wasn’t crazy fucking in love with you already, I would be now."

I stare up at him, sitting on my heels between his legs with my hands on his thighs. "That was so fucking hot, Killian."

He shakes his head. "You're telling me?" He takes my hand and kisses my palm. "Come up here." He draws me to my feet and then settles me on his thighs, straddling him.

I sit there on his lap and gaze down at him, awash with a million emotions, most of them variations on the intersection of love and lust. He gazes at me with his green eyes sparking fire, liquid with heated need—for me, now, rather than his own release. His cock lies slack against his hipbone, slowly receding from full erection, and I already want him again—but now I need him, I need him inside me, I need him to—god, to ruin me.

I'm panting with need, my core aching, my nipples so tight and hard they hurt. “Is…" my voice gives out, and I swallow and try again. "Is it my turn, now?"

We both listen.

Snurrrgghhh-snore….sigh—snurrrgghhh-snore…sigh

"Try and stop me," he growls.

9

Now I Help You

Story lets out a soft, surprised squeal as I rocket to my feet, and her thighs wrap around my hips. She buries her face in the side of my neck and inhales, holds it, lets it out in a long, shuddery sigh. "Killy—" she whimpers. "I need you." She grinds her hot naked core against my bare belly, leaving a wet smear. "Please. Please, Killy. Give me something. Touch me. Fuck me. Eat me. Fucking please."

It's funny how I never really noticed until just now that she doesn't curse almost ever, and never has. But my fucking god, get the girl worked up and she's a fierce, fiery, dirty-talking siren.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Story," I snarl, pivoting and tipping her backward, letting her fall to the couch with a bounce that does deliciously dick-hardening things to her huge, natural tits. "Talk to me like that and I'm liable to forget the circumstances and fuck you until you forget your own name." I plant my fists in the couch-back beside her ears and nip her earlobes.

"Ohhhgodfuck, Killy," she whines. "Don't tease me with what you won't give me."

"When we finally have time and privacy," I murmur, kissing her cheekbones, her closed eyes, her upper lip, "that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

"I won't make it that long," she whispers, cupping my head as I kiss her chin, her throat, her breastbone. "I need you now."

"I think I can maybe find a way to tide you over," I answer, sinking to my knees in the V of her open thighs.

I gaze at her lovely face, and her need-crazed electric blue eyes search me, and she runs her fingers over my hair and then rests them on my shoulders.

"I haven't felt good in so long, Killy," she whispers. "Not with anyone, and not alone, either. I'm so horny it hurts. I need you."

I lean in and flick the tip of my tongue against her nipple, making her flinch and gasp. "I know." I do the same to the other side. "You can relax, Story. I promise, I won't leave you in need."

I rise on my knees and press in to take her mouth—her arms coil around my neck in that sensual, affectionate way she has, and she clings to me, kisses me back until we're both breathless, and then she brings her fingers to my face and trails them down my cheeks and rests the tips against my temples and on my eyelids—and fuck me, the things she does with her hands, the tender affection with which she touches me, it…fuck, I don't even know. It slays me. Destroys me. Makes my heart swell in my chest and crack open, and yet with each new touch, each kiss, each whimper, my heart fills again, expands again, cracks again.

I bring a hand to her knee, and she immediately spreads her thighs wider in a silent plea. God, she’s needy. It's fucking…intoxicating. I want to sate her needs, satisfy her every desire. I want to erase every bad thing she's ever heard about herself, every negative thought she's ever had about herself.

I slide my hand up her thigh, accepting her wordless invitation. As my fingers slip over the delicate bowl of velvety skin in the no-man's-land where thigh meets sex meets hip, she whimpers into the kiss, breaking it, tipping her head back and whimpering, even though I haven't even touched her pussy yet.

I take my time exploring—thigh, hipbone, belly. Trace the curve of her thigh down and in to her buttocks, and then back up along the outer swell of her lip. She huffs breathlessly.

"Killy," she breathes. "Stop fucking teasing me."