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He followed her docilely, liking the direction this was
taking. They crossed the threshold and she spun on her heel to face him. She
met his eyes and then her gaze flicked down to her jeans. He watched intently
as she slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons. His breathing got a whole lot
deeper when she reached below the waistband, hooked her underwear around her
thumb, and held it up for him to see it. “I just bought these,” she said, and
waggled her thumb under the material to emphasize what she was saying. “Do you
like them?”

He touched the lace band with his index finger. “Very nice.”

She took his hand and dragged it down into her pants to cup
her mound. Her heat cocooned him and his cock ached for her. She rocked against
his palm, rubbing the entire length of her entrance over his hand. Her smile
was seductive, playful, naughty. “I like the way they feel,” she whispered.

“I do too,” he said, pressing one finger up into her pussy.
Her arousal immediately soaked through the material and Trask’s lust swelled.

She let him touch her for just an instant more and then she
brought his hand out her pants and let it go. “Well, that’s it,” she said, and
clapped her hands together as she backed up from him. “That’s what I wanted to
show you.” She nodded her chin toward the door. “You can go now.”

She shrieked with laugher as he scooped her into his arms,
tossed her over his shoulder and then dumped her on the bed. He crawled on top
of her, pinning her underneath him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he
settled himself between her thighs. “There’s just one last thing I need to do
before I go.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“What’s that?”

“This.” He pressed his lips to hers, worked her mouth open
and slipped his tongue inside. Her taste filled his head and he moaned,
dissolving into her. When they parted, they were both breathless.

“Make love to me, Trask,” she said, looking up at him with
sparkling, serious eyes.

Her beauty took his breath, her fierce desire stole his
heart. He wanted to give her everything. But this… Her words weighed heavily in
his chest and he knew their meaning, their power. “I don’t know how.”

“Neither do I,” she said, and that strange, new beautiful
thing flooded her aura. “But I want to try.”

He touched that tantalizing thread and sizzling light shot
through him, racing along his nerve endings, detonating in his brain. If this
was part of making love, then he wanted a whole lot more of it. He met her
eyes, nodded once, and then took her mouth, pouring everything he had into that
kiss—the words he didn’t know how to say, his aching desire to please her no
matter what.

The kiss went on and on, building in intensity. He needed to
have her, to hear her moan and scream, to feel her warm wetness, to bask in her
rich lust. He tugged off her shirt while she worked on his jacket, his pants.
They wiggled and squirmed, pulling off articles of clothing until they were
both naked and panting.

She reached into her drawer, pulled out a condom and handed
it over to him.

He took the package with distaste. He’d never hated condoms
before and had used them without complaint hundreds of times, but with Rena,
tonight, he couldn’t stand for anything to be between them. “We don’t really
have to use these, you know.”

“Huh,” she said, thinking it over. “I guess not.” She
squinted at him. “Are you sure you’re not going to get me pregnant?”

He grinned at her. “Pretty sure, though I’ve never actually
tried to get anyone pregnant before.” He kissed her lips. “It might be fun.
Wanna try?”

She shook her head, amused, but also clearly horrified.
“No-o.”

He laughed with her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, reveling in every
aspect of her. She smiled up at him, her hands running up and down his back and
then lingering over his ass. She made him so hard, needy. She wrapped her legs
around his waist and her wetness touched the base of his cock. He shifted his
hips and pressed against her clit, the length of his cock rubbed over her
entrance, getting coated in her juices. He couldn’t wait to slip inside her.
She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his shaft, puffing out little
sexy grunts as she got wetter and wetter. She rode him roughly and he let her
do it, letting her take exactly what she wanted without any interference. Her
nails dug painfully into his ass when she came and her eyes squeezed tightly
shut as she rode herself to glory. He watched the orgasm wash over and through
her, feeling it from a distance. He wanted to taste it, to dive into her,
wallow in her essence, her flavor, but he didn’t dare and swiftly quashed the
violent urge that rose within him.

She went boneless beneath him, gasping as she recovered, and
then reached up and touched his cheek. “It’s not the same when you don’t do it.
Can you just take a little bit?”

He recalled how depleted she was. It was a risk. He thought
he could moderate himself enough not to hurt her, but his desire might be
clouding his judgment. It was not the same being with her only partway, but it
would kill him if he hurt her. He shook his head. “Rena…”

She touched his mouth to stop his words. “Just a little. I
like the way it feels.” Her fingers traced the edge of his lips. “I like
feeling you.”

He couldn’t deny her anything, most especially when
everything in him screamed for the same kind of fulfillment. Being with her and
not diving into her delicious, electric energy was torture. He just had to be
very careful. “Okay,” he whispered, and kissed her softly. “Just a little.”

She smiled, rubbing her pussy over the length of him. His
cock throbbed in her hot, wet heat, and then she flipped him over on his back.
Trask laughed, surprised by the sudden reversal.

Her fingernails raked down over his chest, his stomach.
“Now, I want to suck your cock,” she said, and licked his navel.

He let out a long breath as all the blood in his body rushed
to his groin. He held up his hands in mock surrender and then waved her toward
it. “It’s all yours.”

She slid down his body and knelt between his legs, her hair
fanning over his thigh and down her back. He brushed it aside to reveal the
mark he’d left on her, tracing it with his fingertips. He hadn’t meant to do
it, but he did like the way it looked, how it claimed her. He thought maybe
he’d mark her again tonight. Somewhere different. Maybe on the curve of her
hip. The thought of his mouth there, sucking on her, marking her, made him
harder.

She took him into her mouth and all thoughts ceased as his
eyes rolled back into his head. She moaned as her mouth moved down his shaft
and he felt the vibrations all the way to the base of his balls. His hands
fisted in her hair as she took him deeper into her sweet, wet mouth. Her
sucking intensified and Trask bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from coming.
He gently pushed her away, needing her to stop before he lost all control.

He brought her back up his body, taking her in his arms. His
Rena. He rolled her over so that she was beneath him once again. She wanted to
make love. He wasn’t really sure what that meant. Maybe slow? Slow did sound
nice. He reached between them and guided himself inside her, watching her eyes
glaze as he sunk into her. He pushed deep and she arched up to meet him. He set
a slow, steady rhythm, letting her feel every inch of him. Nothing he had ever
done had ever felt this good. How had he lived so long without her? Without
this? He suckled her nipple and her legs tightened around his waist, urging him
to go faster.

He picked up the pace, the sounds of her moans increasing in
volume and urgency. He knew she was close; he was close as well, and he reached
out, touching her in the way he normally fed, tasting her energy, and shivered
as her flavor flooded his senses. Instead of taking though, this time he gave,
funneling into her a stream of his own essence. She bucked in his arms as his
force flooded her system. He gave her more of him, offering her everything and
the breath caught in his throat when he felt her give back.

He took what she offered and a psychic bond formed between
them, a rotating circle of radiant energy. It was a brilliant, mind-blowing
sensation and Trask’s hips rocked of their own accord as he lost himself in the
power of it. He was drowning in a mass of clean, white, brilliant energy, swept
up in the cyclone they created together. He felt her come, felt her lust and
that special something more rush through him, catapulting him over the edge,
and he erupted in her, an explosive orgasm that made him cry out. He took and
gave and took more until the world fractured and everything was blotted out in
darkness.

Trask shuddered on top of her while Rena shook from the
strength of their connection. Her heart soared in her chest and with one, final
push, she gave him everything she had in her. She came and dazzling light bombarded
her, enveloped her, seized her, carried her away.

The blinding orgasm finally receded and they lay together, a
tangle of limbs and flesh. It took her a long time to recover her senses and
when she did, she realized with sudden, crystalline clarity that all her
exhaustion had been washed away, leaving her energized and refreshed. The usual
afterglow of sex was nothing compared to what she felt now and she lay beneath
him, awed and still a bit stupefied by what they had just shared.

He stirred, gathering her against him, and Rena squeezed him
tight. “Did you feel that?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t imagined it all.

The vibrations of his laughter filled her chest, tickling
her pussy. Her cheeks flushed as her body heated again and she wondered if she
was ever going to be able to get enough of him. She hoped not. He lifted his
head to look into her eyes. “Of course I did.”

Just looking at him made her smile, stirred wonderful things
deep inside her. “What was it?”

He gave her a smug grin. “Making love.”

“Huh,” she said with a little laugh. She hadn’t really
thought about what she was asking for when she said it, only that the words had
felt right, important. She had needed something more from him, more than just
sex and words. She had needed to feel his full desire. And she had gotten that
and so much more. “I’m glad I asked for that.”

Trask brushed his lips over hers. “I am too.”

“We need to do that a whole lot more, okay?” she said,
kidding, but also serious. She wanted to feel this with him every night, have
this connection go on and on. She had found the thing she hadn’t known she was
searching for her entire life. The thing that made her whole.

He kissed her, his tongue darting between her lips, sending
electric shivers down her back. “Oh yes.”

She shifted beneath him, her pussy moistening again as she
felt the beginnings of his renewed arousal. “When we’re not going to the movies
of course.” She couldn’t help teasing him, it was just too much fun.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her side.
“Of course.”

His cock touched her outer folds and Rena decided she had
never really been all that fond of the movies anyway. Still, she hesitated,
scared and insecure. “Trask, is this really going to work?”

“Rena,” he said in that way that melted her bones and filled
her heart, “this is forever.”

She ached for it to be true. He met her gaze and she nearly
cried with joy from the depth of emotion she saw in his eyes. She kissed him
with everything she had in her, opening her heart and allowing herself to trust
him.

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