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“You are fucking spectacular.”

“You said something like that last time,” she practically stammered.

He swept a piece of hair behind her ear, traced the curve of
her lower lip with his thumb. “I said it because I mean it. You are. And you
don’t have a clue, do you?”

She shrugged, then realized a second later it had served to
jostle her breasts. Something he had not missed, judging by the set of his jaw.
His fingers found her right nipple and he stroked it so gently it barely felt
as if she was being touched. Until she relaxed. Then he pinched it hard enough
to make her gasp. The gasp was quickly followed by a moan.

His fingers tickled gently down the center of her belly and
she felt the flesh there jump and quiver at his barely there touch. When he
reached her mound, she stopped breathing. “Tell me something,” he said. Not
touching her any lower. Just keeping his hand there.

“Tell…tell you what?” she asked, staring at his hand.
Willing it to move.

Her heart felt too big for her body. Her breath too scarce
to sustain her.

“I spent two days fantasizing about you while I was awake.
Where we left off. What I wanted to do to you. With you. I spent nights sitting
up asleep with a crick in my neck and dreaming about this. Tell me something.
Anything.”

She didn’t let herself pause to consider. “Earlier…I
couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been waiting for you to come home and—”

He cocked an eyebrow at that information. She found it both
odd and endearing that he thought it unusual that someone would wait for him.

“And?”

“And I touched myself. I…got off,” she forced herself to
say. “Thinking about you. And what you did to me downstairs. I tried not to
think about you but…”

He’d moved closer, his jaw a tight line, his fingers
grabbing her hips roughly enough that she hoped they left little pink circles
on her skin there. Proof that he had had his hands on her.

“But?” he asked, but then quickly kissed her.

Aubrey answered anyway. “But I couldn’t so I had to…you
know.”

“You’ve gotten under my skin pretty quick, Aubrey.”

“Me?” she laughed. “I feel obsessive when I think about you.
I was wondering if I was a little Glenn Close, ya know?”

“You’re not.” He turned her suddenly. She found herself
pressed to the wall, her breasts mashed to the cool painted wood. “There’s just
a connection between us,” he said, lips pressed to the nape of her neck so the
small hairs along her scalp stood up.

“Yes,” she said. She pushed her bottom back when he pressed
his hard cock to the crack of her ass.

“I want you to go upstairs,” he said. She heard him unzip
his jeans and nearly sobbed with relief and excitement.

This was going to happen. She was not still asleep and
dreaming. He was here and they were alone.

Finally.

She moved up the steps—both supremely aware of him behind
her, watching her bare ass, but also trying not to focus on it. As far as asses
went, Aubrey figured there could be worse preceding him up the steps.

She took a left into her bedroom and a sudden moment of
worry beat down on her. This was the moment where she expected the Universe to
slam a stop to their activities. Maybe toss in a phone call from his ex or
flying monkeys or maybe the house would burst into flames…

Aubrey turned to look at him and he caught the look and
said, “Hey, stop worrying.” Then he dropped his jeans, kicked them out in the
hall and shut the door. His boxer briefs went down next and Aubrey took him in.

“I’m not worried,” she said.

She meant it.

It was Aubrey who broke the spell. Once Mike took off his
flannel and pulled off the t-shirt underneath, they were just standing
there…naked. She took a breath and reached out to touch him. Take him in hand.
His cock was hard and smooth and warm in her hand. His eyes slammed shut when
she gripped him and she let herself revel in that rush of power that always
came with undoing a man even for a brief moment. He’d shut his eyes that
way—almost helplessly—because her hands were on him. Making him feel good.

A noise that was somewhere between a moan and sob burst out
of her and she clamped her hand over her mouth, unsure of where it had come
from or why.

Those denim-blue eyes opened and he smiled. The smile
twisted his kissable lips in a way that only made her want for him that much
bigger, that much fiercer.

“What was that?” But Mike didn’t wait for an answer.

He closed the small distance between them and dipped his
head to lick her nipples. First the left one, until she squirmed in his arms,
her pulse pounding between her legs. Her wetness starting to slicken her upper
thighs. Then he moved to the right nipple, pinning her right there, standing
right where he wanted her with his big hands on her hips. Strong hands. Hands
that ripped and pounded and moved things for a living.

Those hands were on her and they weren’t letting her go. And
she was glad of it.

He put his hand between her legs, cupping her mound. Just
holding her. The heat of his fingers and palm bled into her skin and she
thought her heart might burst. When she moved restlessly he slipped a finger
down the split of her nether lips, dragging her wetness forward. He parted her
and found her clitoris, pressing her own juices to that tight knot of tender
flesh.

“I want you,” he said.

It was an obvious statement. Clearly he wanted her and she
wanted him—they were standing here naked, after all. But the fact that he said
it brought Aubrey down to the most humble of places. She felt her eyes prickle
with tears when he said it. Had anyone been so remarkably honest with her
before? She wasn’t sure.

“I—” She stammered, bit her lip. But then he bit her lip for
her, quickly soothing it with his tongue. She let her lips fall open, let his
tongue dance across hers. She met every thrust and twist of his tongue with her
own and Mike added a second finger to her pussy. Then a third.

He thrust slowly, up as deep as he could go. Then he curled
his fingers gently inside her, finding her G-spot with an ease that stole the
breath from her lungs. He pressed her back two steps until her ass hit the
wall. Then he used the leverage to get his fingers deeper inside her. Aubrey
groaned, thrusting her hips now that she was stable, holding his shoulders with
her shaking hands as he got her closer.

“No one—” she managed. But then his thumb found her clitoris
and pressed. She shuddered, so close. So very close. She could barely stand
being in her own skin in that moment and yet the pleasure was so intense she
could not imagine being anywhere else.

“Tell me,” he said. His mouth pressed to the skin that
pounded just above her pulse.

Aubrey found his face with her hands and pulled him back to
her lips. She kissed him fiercely, moving her hips desperately. “I want you
too,” she sighed, wanting to say that more than anything.

His fingertips were unfolding her. Breaking down her
barriers while building up tension and pleasure as he fucked her with his
fingers. Mike made a possessive sound and she felt her cunt grow tighter and
then tighter still around his fingers. That noise from him nudged her even
closer to a sweet, brutal release.

“No one’s ever…” she panted. He kissed a hot line down her
throat, biting at the flesh that pounded with the beat of her heart. His thumb
was at her again, pressing and swirling until she was breathing hard as if
she’d run a race.

“Ever what, Aubrey?” His head dipped lower, dark hair
standing out starkly against her paler skin.

“No one’s ever made me come with just their fing—”

The words were swallowed up in a rush of sultry moans and
low groans as he thrust just deep enough, swirled just right. She was coming.
Sagging against her bedroom wall, clutching at him. Letting him hold her up and
keep her steady in the chaos of her orgasm.

“Yeah? You were saying?” He grinned. Kissed her softly
before capturing her left nipple between his teeth.

Aubrey cupped his face in her hands, wanting to kiss him all
over all at once, but settling on his full, soft lips.

“Take me to bed, Mike,” she whispered.

He nodded, as if coming to an important decision. He caught
her up in his arms, put her over his shoulder in a classic fireman’s carry and
took her the five big steps to the bed. When he put her down, it was gently.

Aubrey sat on the edge of her bed. Unmade, she realized, but
it was fine. It just meant less work to get to the cool, soft white sheets. He
ran his thumb along her jawline, making her skin prickle with goose bumps. When
his thumb made a sweep along her lower lip, she darted her tongue out and
licked the tip. He made a startled sound and she chased his thumb and sucked it
in. She drew on the tip like it was his sex.

She heard his subtle gasp of surprise and her pussy grew
slicker with the sound. Her body ached for him to fill her, but first she
wanted to know what he tasted like on her tongue.

Aubrey put her hands on his hips and steadied him as she
licked along his hard shaft. He smelled like saltwater and fall air. He smelled
perfect. She relished the taste of him in her mouth, the insanely soft slide of
his cock against her lips.

“Aubrey—”

Mike tried to pull back. Probably because she’d requested a
fuck and here she was sucking his cock. But she curled her fingernails against
his flanks to steady him, sucking him deeper, letting her tongue play along the
rim of his cock head. Pressing the very tip to the indentation on the head
where that little slit gave up a gem of come.

“Shh,” she said against his skin. Letting the rumble of her
hushing him work its way up into his balls, his belly.

It worked because he hissed softly, froze.

“Just let me,” Aubrey said and proceeded to drive her mouth
down as far as she could. She inhaled, relaxed, let the scent of him fill her
head. Her lips brushed the base of his shaft and he was filling her throat. His
fingers in her hair, the soft noises that came out of him. It all served to
work her up so that her body literally thrummed for him. When he pulled free
and stooped to kiss her, pushed her back, covered her body with his, she parted
her legs and was ready for him.

Eager for him.

His lips were warm and tender and everywhere at once. On her
lips, her cheeks, her shoulders, her nipples. He dragged them lower and skated
them along her belly so that she jumped at the sensation. Just as Aubrey was
about to laugh, he parted the split of her sex with his tongue and lapped at
her clit until she was clutching her sheets and coming quickly. Her cunt was so
wet, her body so ready, she tugged at him restlessly.

“Hurry,” she laughed.

“We’re not hurrying,” Mike said. He was smiling in the low
light of her bedroom.

“I know. But you’re driving me crazy. I don’t want to hurry
but—” She let her fingers play along his thick forearms, felt the soft hair on
his skin.

“But?” He covered her pussy with his mouth, sucked gently.

Aubrey felt the burst of pleasure, the slow tug, the drawing
sensation. It all filled her lower body, spreading to her belly and then
staining her chest with heat.

“But…please?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Mike moved over her, pulled her
legs up and spread her wide and then he was dragging the tip of his cock along
her opening. “I’m clean as a whistle,” he said, his eyes serious for an
instant.

Her heart clapped crazily in her chest. “Me too. And I’m on
the Pill. So if you want to—”

She never got any further. He was sliding into her. Her body
was so primed and eager for him that it was a blissful, slippery entrance that
left her dizzy and holding him tight once he was all the way in. When that
happened—when he had filled her all the way—Mike froze. Kissed her.

She groaned. “Oh fuck. You have to—”

He rocked his hips from side to side. Subtly. No big
movements. No grand gestures. Just small, tender rocking motions that ground
the base of his cock against her tender clit. He kissed her again, his tongue
searing against hers.

She came. Just like that. A small explosion in the softest
place in her, her pussy spasming greedily around him, and him eating up the
small pleasured sounds she made.

“There’s my girl,” he said, smiling against her cheek.

Something in her broke, blossomed. Aubrey felt changed in
that moment. She touched his face again, feeling the hardness of his jaw and
the rasp of his stubble beneath her fingertips. She touched him that way
because she had to. It was imperative to her heart—to what she was feeling.

“Come for me,” she begged him. It became so important to her
to feel his pleasure in that moment that the beat of her heart felt somehow
bigger, bolder, than it had before.

“I want just one more from y—”

Aubrey shook her head, thrust her hips up and took him in as
deeply as her body would allow. She wrapped her legs around his waist and
shoved her fingers in his hair. She tugged just enough to give him small, sharp
bites of pain along his scalp.

He groaned and she squeezed her internal muscles as tightly
as she could. When he groaned this time, she joined him, because the effort on
her part stimulated her own body more than she’d anticipated.

Her breath tore out of her in little bursts and gasps and he
wrestled her hands up above her head, pinning them there against her pillow.
Aubrey fought him just a little, just for show, enough to get the friction and
the excitement up.

He slammed into her so hard her head hit the headboard and
she growled, “Yes.”

She squeezed again and he hissed, shook his head. “Christ,”
he said.

It wasn’t a plea—it was an exclamation.

“I want you to come. Come for me, Mike…” She moved up a bit
faster. When she caught his eye she stared him down. “Please.”

He bowed his head, shook it and went taut against her. His
hands pinned her wrists so hard she could feel her trapped pulse hammering
there.

“Aubrey,” he said, and let himself go.

Surprisingly, more to her than to him, when he came, she
followed suit. Her body taking his in one more shuddering spasm.

Then he was kissing her again and Aubrey felt more right
than she could remember feeling.

* * * * *

Four a.m. was what the clock said. She felt kisses being
laid down gently along her spine. Aubrey shivered in his arms. They’d shared
food, they’d had a drink and they’d taken a shower. He’d told her some—not
all—of the stress of the last several days and she’d kissed him until she
thought she’d turn into a puddle of desire.

He went down on her, pinning her there to the shower wall,
eating her until she could only clutch at his hair and his shoulders and come
apart all over again. Giving him what he sought with his tongue and his teeth
and his lips.

And here it was, more than half the night gone, and she was
waking up to the feel of him touching her again. His hands claimed the tops of
her thighs, anchoring her to him. Mike’s cock rode heavy and thick along the
crack of her ass as he kissed the back of her neck, driving her to the place
where a soft moan was her only option.

“I was trying to wait until morning. I was trying to
behave.” His fingers drifted down, parted her pussy lips. He found her clit
with his finger and rubbed once. Then he pushed his finger into her mouth.
“Suck,” he said softly.

She did.

His finger returned, wet with her saliva, and he began to
rub her in firm, perfect spirals. Aubrey found her body responding immediately.
Hips lifting, cunt growing wet. It was so easy for him to make her want him.

“This is behaving?” Aubrey asked, turning her head to kiss
him.

Mike took the kiss she offered, pushing his fingers deep inside
her. When she sighed, he groaned. “No, this is me failing miserably.”

“I’m glad you failed.”

She rolled onto her back, wrapped her arms around her neck,
invited him with her body. They didn’t need to talk. The talking was
unimportant. What was important was he was here and they were about to be
together again.

The rightness of it was startling and very scary, so Aubrey
pushed it away.

“I’m sorry I woke you.” His mouth slid from her throat to
her belly. Along the way Mike licked her rib cage so she shimmied and jumped.
It made her laugh and her laughter triggered his.

“I wasn’t sleeping,” she managed as his lips placed soft,
slow kisses on her hipbones.

“You weren’t?” He drove his fingers deeper inside her,
stroking the damp suede of her cunt.

“No. I was dozing a little. Lying here just…” She shook her
head and he kissed around her mound before finally sucking her clit. He lapped
at her and his finger never stopped, delving, plunging, fucking.