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She slid one
hand down to cup his groin. He wasn’t hard yet, but she could feel his flesh
tighten as she massaged him with skilled familiarity. As she did so, she
stretched her body up so she could mouth his jaw, sliding her lips along the rough
skin and fluttering her tongue when she reached his ear.

Seth groaned
beneath her, and she felt him harden even more under her hand. He stretched out
his legs and pressed his fingers into the flesh of her ass through the denim of
her jeans.

The feel of his
body tensing up beneath her was nearly as arousing as the touch of his hands. Erin
was breathing faster now, and she could feel a pulsing intensify between her
legs.

She trailed a
line of kisses down until she met his lips. His mouth opened for hers
immediately, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, she kept
squeezing the hardening bulge at the front of his pants, until Seth began to
grunt softly into her mouth and slid his hands up to tug at her shirt.

Deciding he had
the right idea, Erin managed to tear her lips away from his so he could pull
her shirt off over her head. Then he unhooked her bra and pulled the fabric
away from her breasts, baring them to his intent gaze.

Her breasts
were definitely not what they’d been before she’d been pregnant and nursed
their daughter, but Seth didn’t seem to mind the difference. His eyes raked
over her naked upper body—wild and possessive.

 “Seth,” she
breathed, dropping her head backwards and sliding her hands up to cup her breasts.

Seth made a
sound in his throat that vaguely resembled a growl, and he pulled on her body
until she’d raised herself up enough for him to take one nipple in his mouth.

Erin shifted
her hands to the back of the couch. Clutched at the cushions and moaned low in
her throat as Seth’s skillful mouth and tongue suckled, teased, and stimulated
her.

When she began
to squirm her hips, trying to get some friction against her arousal, Erin
decided foreplay had gone on long enough.

She pulled her
body away from him, causing Seth to make a throaty sound of disappointment. Then
she stumbled off him completely, so she could take off her jeans and panties.

Considering
something for the first time, she gave Seth a dry smile as she struggled to
pull off her jeans. “Why don’t you spread one of those throws out underneath
you?”

Seth was
slouching low on the couch, looking rumpled and flushed and irresistible. He
blinked at her, still staring at her now naked body in a hot daze. “Why?”

She shrugged
sheepishly. “The couch is new.”

It only took a
moment for him to understand her point. With a soft laugh, he agreeably heaved
himself up and spread out a fleece throw beneath him before he sat down again. “How
much of a mess are you expecting us to make?”

“Well,” Erin
replied defensively, straddling him again. “You never know. I seem to recall an
occasion or two where I became unusually...wet.”

Seth smiled dangerously
at the memory. “I seem to recall that as well.” One of his hands slipped
between her legs to stroke her pussy. “Any sign of excessive wetness today?”

She huffed at
him. Or tried to huff. It came out more as a breathless gasp as his fingers
found what they were looking for. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, arching back as he
stroked her. “A little bit.”

After a moment,
she realized that Seth still had all his clothes on. While she saw no reason
for them to waste the time in getting him entirely naked, she didn’t want him
totally covered either. So she started to bunch up his shirt until he had to
free his hand from between her legs in order to let her pull the shirt off over
his head.

When his chest
was bare, she caressed the hard, smooth lines of his shoulders and ribs. Then
reached down to the button of his jeans. With a little fumbling and adjusting
from both of them, his hard cock was free and accessible.

She rolled her
thumb over the tip, making him grunt and buck up into her hand. “Erin.”

She gazed down
at his tense face and sprawled body. Felt a surge of love, power, and
possessiveness overwhelm her.

She brushed her
hand down the hard length of his shaft.

Seth groaned
faintly and fisted his hand in the sofa beside him.

She would have
loved to draw this out even more—she loved every breathless sound—but her own
arousal was pushing her into urgency.

Seth had scooted
down enough now to make the positioning easier, so she raised herself up on her
knees over his lap. He moved a hand to his cock to lift it into position, and,
when she could feel the tip of it nudging her entrance, she lowered herself
over him, taking him fully inside.

They both
groaned as she sheathed his cock with her body. His hips pumped up a few times
against her weight, in three initial, involuntary thrusts.

Erin hissed out
a pleased sound at the tight fullness and wrapped her arms tightly around him,
holding him as close as she could.

Seth’s arms
were around her too, and they stayed in a deep, intimate embrace for a minute,
breathing deeply and holding each other.

Erin loved it. Loved
the quiet urgency of it. Loved how absolutely close she felt to him. How much
of him she could feel.

Couldn’t
believe she was capable of loving and being loved like this.

But Seth
finally started shifting beneath her. His voice was breathless and right in her
ear. “I’m sorry, baby. You’ve got to move.”

She felt another
silly wave of giddiness. She loved that he needed her like this. Needed her in
so many ways.

Erin began to
rock over him, causing the substance of his cock to shift inside her with
subtle, luscious friction.

Seth took a
quick breath, his expression tight and focused. He moved his arms until his
fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, unconsciously guiding her motion.

All of the
gathered urgency at her center pushed her to ride him for real, to claim the
aching orgasm that was waiting for her. But she kept her motion slow, minimal,
increasing their need and extending their pleasure.

“Erin,” Seth
choked, one of his arms reaching out to fumble for purchase on the cushion
beside him, as he visibly struggled to suppress his drive to thrust, to claim
her, to fuck her. His face twisted, and his pelvis almost squirmed beneath her
rocking. “Fuck, Erin.”

“Yeah,” Erin
breathed, searching out his lips in a hungry, clumsy kiss. Her tongue dipped
into his mouth, stroking into it in a rhythmic, instinctive pattern.

Seth grunted,
as he buried the fingers of one hand in her hair.

She felt
another overwhelming surge of feeling. Of intoxicated giddiness. Of tenderness.
Of familiarity. Of need. Of visceral heat. Of love.

Of love.

Of
love
.

All of it at
once.

She had to hold
him tighter, had to squeeze him with her arms, with her legs, with her inner
muscles.

His whole body
twitched in response to her tightening around him. His hips jerked up and he
tore his mouth away from hers. “Erin, baby,” he panted, his head lolling back
onto the couch behind him. “Please.”

She released a
long, lingering moan and then released the hold she’d had on her weakening
control. Started to move over him more rapidly, more urgently—riding him with a
fast, satisfying rhythm.

“Yes,” Seth
hissed, holding onto her ass and pulling her back onto him more deeply on every
down stroke. “Yes.”

Erin was
already panting, her entire body flushed. Her motion was slightly limited in
her position, straddling him on the couch, but her thighs worked frantically,
trying to give them both the friction they needed. “Yeah,” she huffed out, her
voice choppy as she bounced over him. “God, Seth.”

Seth’s neck jerked,
and he swallowed a loud exclamation of either effort or restraint. His skin was
covered in a sheen of sweat, and he was visibly trying to hold himself back.

Erin knew this
afternoon had been emotionally taxing for him. Knew he didn’t have the control
he normally had.

She didn’t want
him to have to hold back anymore. She could feel her own orgasm swelling up, so
she tried to angle her hips to get a little more friction on her clit.

Her whole body jiggled
with her motion, and it sent jolts of stimulation shooting back to the ache at
her core. She was grunting now as much as Seth was.

“Fuck,” Seth
gasped, his back arching against the sofa. Then he started bucking his hips up
into her bouncing, unable to hold himself back anymore.

His clumsy
thrusting intensified the sensations. She could feel the moisture seeping out
from where they were joined. Could hear the wet sound of suction beneath the
slapping of their skin together.

His cock was
hitting inside her now, and her clit was getting exquisite, indirect
stimulation.

Erin could feel
her climax starting to peak. Felt like her entire body was going to burst into
flame.

With a
desperate sound, she found Seth’s mouth again. Needed to feel him. Love him. Be
as close as she could possibly make him.

She was kissing
him hungrily, frantically, when her orgasm finally broke. She didn’t pull away
from his mouth as her body started to convulse.

She heard Seth
make a helpless, choking sound into her mouth as Erin whimpered with the waves
of pleasure. But she kept her arms around him. Kept kissing him.

And was still
kissing him when she felt him come too.

His hips pushed
up into her clenching muscles, and his arms tightened around her so suddenly
she grunted in surprise.

Then she felt the
tension in his body release itself. Heard him moan—long, low, and guttural. Felt
the pulsing of his cock against the tight clasp of her body. Felt him come in
short spasms inside her.

Their mouths
finally parted as their bodies began to relax. Both of them panted desperately.
Hot, damp, clinging to each other, their skin sticking resiliently.

“Seth,” Erin
gasped, her head falling forward until it was buried in the space between his
head and shoulders. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Seth
replied hoarsely. His body was softening beneath her, and his hands were no
longer urgent. Instead, they were stroking her back and hips tenderly. “I love
you too.”

They sat like
that for a long time, completely absorbed in their silent, lingering embrace.

Until Erin
became aware of a few uncomfortable details. Her back was getting a little
chilly. And there was a lot of moisture leaking out from where Seth’s sated
cock was still inside her.

But she still
didn’t want to move. Said randomly, “Did you ever imagine we would end up
here?”

“On the couch? I
figured we’d have sex here eventually.”

Erin snorted. “You
know what I mean.” She lifted her face so she could look down on him.

There was a long
pause while Seth watched her deeply, silently.

“Yeah,” he
admitted at last. “I know what you mean.”

She stupidly
got a little choked up. Managed to catch herself before she started to cry. “When
did you fall in love with me?” she asked, wondering why she was saying the
words, even as they were leaving her mouth.

Seth’s brows
drew together as he studied her. “I don’t know, but I did.”

She sighed, a
final release of something long-held and life-changing.

“When did you
fall in love with me?” Seth asked eventually, repeating her question back to
her.

She’d thought a
lot about that question. Had spent a ludicrous amount of time trying to figure
it out. Still didn’t have a good answer.

Didn’t even
care anymore.

She grinned
down at Seth. As ridiculous as it would have sounded to her two years ago, they
were together in every possible way.

She hoped she
could spend the rest of her life with him.

Concluded, “I
don’t know either. But I did.”

Epilogue

Erin woke up hot and uncomfortable.

She was barely
on the verge of waking, so she wasn’t conscious enough to work out any details
of her situation. She was burning up, though, sweating beneath the covers, and
it felt like a heavy weight was draped over her side.

She moaned and
tried to stretch out, hoping some of the heat would lessen with a change of
position.

She couldn’t
move. Couldn’t stretch. The unknown weight had trapped her, and she started to
realize that it was the source of the insufferable heat.

Trying to pry
her eyes open, she squirmed beneath the weight. Finally figured out it was Seth.

He’d been
spooning her when they'd gone to sleep last night, and he must not have rolled
over afterwards the way he normally did.

Instead, he’d
sort of rolled on top of her. She was still lying on her side, but Seth was
almost draped over her.

And Seth’s body
was ridiculously hot.

Erin’s back was
damp where it was pressed up against his chest, and the skin of her legs clung
to his.

As she became
more lucid, she realized something else. Part of her discomfort was caused by
something other than the heat and weight. It was caused by something hard
against her ass.

“Seth,” she
mumbled, wriggling in an attempt to escape her imprisonment. “Seth, roll over.”

He
grunted—obviously still asleep—and instinctively pushed his pelvis into her
butt.

“Seth,” Erin
grumbled, her voice clearer and louder now, “Seth, you’re poking me in the
ass.”

“Sorry,” Seth
muttered vaguely, his arm tightening around her belly uncomfortably, holding
her trapped against his heat. “Nice ass.”

Erin would have
giggled had she not been so uncomfortable. It wasn’t often she was awake before
him, and even less often that she was more lucid. “Seth,” she snapped
sharply—mostly just to wake him up. She punctuated the word with a hard pump of
her hips back against him.