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“Yes, I am,” she groaned.

Finally, when she thought she was about to burst, Sammi
levered up. He grasped his cock with one hand and parted her folds with the
other. His gaze narrowed as she felt the kiss of his cock against her entrance.
She sighed as he pushed forward, penetrating her. She clenched around the head
of his cock, wanting all of him at once, but he was holding back, going slow.
She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, urging him deeper, faster, but he
was too strong.

“Nuh-uh. My speed. My way.”

“Fine, just fuck me.” She dug her fingers into his ass, but
he would not be swayed, at least not that way.

He chuckled as he withdrew slightly before continuing his
slow penetration. “I’ll get there.”

“Maybe I’ll spur you on.” She was still wearing the ungodly
tall heels, so it was entirely possible.

Her thoughts were cut short. Sammi dropped his mouth to a
breast and pulled the fabric aside, caressing the sensitive nipple and its bar
with his tongue. She arched her back and moaned, squeezing her inner muscles
around his cock.

“Sammi, please.”
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

He released her nipple and levered up on his hands. She
gripped his shoulders and felt the flex as he pulled out and thrust back in,
working his hips in a circular fashion. He never quite rubbed her clit, but the
fullness of his cock inside her was everything she could want.

She worked her hips in tandem with his, captivated by his
expression, The way his gaze remained focused on her, as if she were the center
of everything. Every now and then he dipped and took her mouth in a kiss until
they panted together, mouth to mouth.

This slow stuff let her mind think too much. What was he
thinking? What was she to him? How tangled was her heart? She didn’t want to
mull the details over, she wanted to feel him pound into her, the sharp bite of
release and all the pleasure that came with having a well-used body.

“That feels good,” he muttered, fingers fluttering over her
face.

“Mm, harder?”

He thrust and she put a little more force behind meeting
him. He paused with his cock fully inside her, body pinning her in place.

“Not yet.”

Autumn groaned and raked her fingers down his back once
more. At this rate she’d leave marks on him. He caught her other breast in his
mouth and took the barbell between his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, but she
gasped and arched into him. Little bursts of color blossomed behind her
eyelids.

Damn him, she wanted so badly. Her clit throbbed, her
breasts ached. Withholding release like this should be a crime.

“Sammi,” she wailed.

“Fine.” He grinned at her, a mischievous twinkle lighting
him from within. “But someday we’re going to find out just how long I can keep
you on the edge.”

She shuddered again. That did not sound like fun.

And yet it did. Because it was Sammi and she was a sucker.

He withdrew and thrust hard, fast and deep. That first
stroke she felt all the way to her toes. She curled them into the sheets and
moved as he did.

“Oh, yes.”

Autumn squealed in delight as he hit all the right places
with a second thrust. She caught the stiletto heels on the mattress and lifted
her hips to meet him. Their bodies met in a slap of flesh and muttered curses
from her lips. He could fuck her like this all day long if he wanted to.

He wrapped her hair around his fingers and tugged her head
back, arching her, exposing her neck as he pistoned in and out of her body
harder and harder. He kissed her throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses from her
jaw to her collarbone. Such a big, strong man, and he knew exactly how much
force she could take, how rough to treat her and still not hurt her. She dug
her fingers into his shoulders and pressed her heels against his ass. He
hissed. No doubt her heels were leaving their mark, but it served him right.

Sammi growled and sat up, grasping her thighs. His features
tensed, becoming sharper, almost feral as he fucked her. She thrust as best she
could, but he held her body prisoner, moving her in time.

His cheeks sunk in, as they did when he neared orgasm. She
dropped her hand to her mound and rubbed her clit, capturing the hoop between
her fingers and massaging it as he continued to thrust. She felt the growing,
building sensation in her core, the heralding of pleasure, and arched her back.
With her other hand, she grasped the barbell through one nipple and twisted it,
just a little.

Sammi dug his fingers into her thighs harder. She moved her
hips and shuddered.

Sammi groaned, his motions becoming jerky and uneven.

Autumn rolled her clitoral ring between her fingers and the
thin thread of sanity snapped. A brilliant cascade of light went off behind her
eyelids as the orgasm blossomed like fireworks deep inside. She whimpered and
arched even more into his grasp as he shoved deep one last time and stilled. Ripples
of pleasure resonated through her body as he eased his hold on her and leaned
forward to feather a kiss over her mouth.

She couldn’t imagine a marathon of that, but maybe it wasn’t
a bad idea.

Glans Piercing—Piercings through the glans of the penis. Some
of the more famous piercings include the ampallang, apadrayva, dydoe and Prince
Albert piercings.

Sammi opened his front door and grinned at Isaac, who had an
arm around Ester. The couple was all smiles and arms full of bags.

“Hey. What’s all this?” Sammi ushered the two into the foyer
and glanced around for Autumn. He’d had her nearly bent backward over the sofa
in the den just a few minutes ago. Every time he looked at her he saw that
orange outfit and he wanted to brand her his all over again. Given the
opportunity he’d burn that dress.

“You haven’t been home—what? Forty-eight hours? Your
refrigerator’s probably empty.” Ester peeked into the formal living room, which
was to the right of the foyer.

“Ah, that’s my wife. Trying to feed everyone.” Isaac clapped
Sammi on the shoulder. “Welcome back. How was the trip?”

“Good. Good. Shall I give you a quick tour?” Sammi stepped
into the living room, which currently had only a folding table and a lamp
sitting next to the fireplace.

Autumn probably needed the moment to get her clothes back on
anyway.

“Love the decorating.” Isaac took the bags from his wife,
who was looking around with more interest than him.

“Yeah, we’ll get some furniture either this week or next.”
Sammi led them through the archway. “This is the dining room. Again, we’ll get
something soon. And in here, the kitchen.”

Sammi stopped short at the sight of Autumn at the kitchen
island plating the takeout. She’d changed into a sundress that brought out the
pink and purple streaks in her hair because of the way it matched the floral
print.

“Hi, guys. Hope you’re hungry. Sammi clearly thinks we’re
feeding a small army.” She set the spoon down and walked around the island.
Hell, she’d even put on heels.

Ester beamed and the two women embraced.

“Um, Autumn, meet Ester.” Sammi watched them chatter at each
other. As if they’d met before.

“Where would you like these, Autumn?” Isaac asked.

“On the counter. What is it?” Autumn glanced between the
two.

“My wife has to feed everyone. You’ll learn it’s a very
Jewish thing.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Autumn was quick to say.

“We wanted to,” Ester insisted. “You didn’t let us come to
the wedding. The least you can do is let me feed you.”

“I’m sorry, have you two met before?” Sammi asked finally.

Ester and Autumn blinked at him, perfect pictures of
innocence.

Isaac shook his head then carried the bags across the tile
floor and set them down on the counter.

“I met Ester wedding dress shopping.” Autumn pushed her hair
over her shoulder and turned back to the plates.

“I’m dying to see the pictures,” Ester interjected.

“You went wedding dress shopping together? Isaac, did you
know about this?” Sammi didn’t know what to think. He was honestly surprised.
Ester was a mesh of the traditional Jewish wife with modern thinking. He had
hoped she would get on well with Autumn, but he hadn’t expected it. Last he
checked, even Isaac wasn’t a fan of Autumn’s.

“I was there, man.” Isaac busied himself with the groceries
they’d brought.

“And no one invited me?” Sammi joined the women at the
island and leaned against the marble countertop.

Autumn brandished a sauce-covered spoon at him. “It was the
wedding dress. You couldn’t see it until the wedding.”

“I feel left out.” He glanced between the two women, who
shared a smile.

That was an unexpected surprise he liked. He’d wondered how
these two circles of his life would intersect.

Autumn sighed and dug into the dish. “Okay, so I was really
nervous about going dress shopping and I called Isaac to see if he could give me
an opinion. He and Ester joined me at the shop.”

“Cool.” Sammi shrugged. However it happened, he was glad it
had.

“I’m sorry we don’t have more furniture. About all there is
in here is the couch in the den.” Autumn handed each person a plate with silverware
artfully stuck into the rice, intersecting to form an X. Sammi actually liked
the domestic side of Autumn.

“It’s fine. Everyone goes through moving fugue.” Ester and
Autumn headed into the den, separated from the kitchen only by a bar.

Isaac joined him at the island, both watching their wives.

It was still strange to call Autumn that, but she was.

“I didn’t expect Ester to like Autumn, to be honest,” Sammi
said quietly. Ester still had some strict views.

“Before we went to the bridal shop I talked to her.
Explained it all. I’m not sure she does like Autumn, but that’s because we
don’t understand her. We don’t know her. All we can go on is your word that
she’s a good person despite what she looks like.” Isaac held his hands up.
“Hey, I’m calling it how I see it.”

Sammi unclenched his fist. Fuck what people thought of
Autumn’s looks.

“Hear me out, okay? I wasn’t going to like her either, but
the way she handled the contracts, I kind of respect her.” Isaac pushed his
food around his plate, mixing it all up.

Another unexpected surprise. Isaac was polite but could be
rough in his estimation of people. If Autumn had earned even a modicum of
support from him, that was saying something.

Isaac shifted, turning toward him. “You know this isn’t
going to be easy for anyone to accept, right?”

Sammi glanced away. It would be hard. People would judge
them. Him more than her at least, because theoretically if they had any
children they would not be considered Jewish, and therefore he was not
fulfilling his obligation as a good Jewish man. The truth was they couldn’t
have children. Not when he would probably die before they were born.

“Ester and I have talked, and we’ve decided to support you
guys, however we can, for as long as this lasts.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Told your mom yet?” Isaac twisted the top off a bottle of
water left sitting on the counter for them and sipped it.

“No. Wondering how long I can put that off.” He sighed.
There was no way he could put it off much longer. His mom would find out either
from him or someone else. People had already noted the wedding band when he
forgot to take it off before going into the office. Did he want to hide it? Did
he want to pick and choose how people found out? Not as much as he’d first
anticipated.

He’d had a stupid plan of keeping his married life separate
from everything else, not telling anyone about the wedding. The more he thought
about it the more ridiculous he realized he’d been.

Autumn was his wife now. People were going to have to get
used to it.

* * * * *

Sammi rinsed his mouth out and spat in the sink. He leaned
over the counter and peered at his reflection, searching for anything new, any
sign of the sickness slowly killing him.

The last week he’d felt deceptively well after the episode
the first day on the island. He’d hardly been ill at all, only had to rest a
little here and there. His symptoms were different this time around, but he’d
finally decided there would be no doctors. No needles. No tests. He was going
to go out on his terms. His way. With no regrets.

He glanced at his phone, the early-morning hour glaring at
him. There was no way he would go back to sleep. Not now, and besides, lying in
bed for an hour and a half would just make him frustrated and start the day off
in a bad mood. With all the work piled up, he could put in some time reading
email and going over some new city ordinances, but where was the fun in that?

It was time to repay tit for tat.

Or maybe a little cock.

Eventually.

Sammi dug one of the tins of mints out of the bathroom
drawer Autumn had dumped most of their stuff into and tossed a few in his
mouth. He flipped the lights off and slowly opened the door, peeking into the
bedroom dimly lit with the rising sun.

Autumn lay sprawled on her back in the middle of the bed.
One arm was thrown out to the side and one leg hiked up. Her lace camisole had
ridden up to just below her breasts and she’d kicked the sheet off, revealing
the matching thong.

He understood why men were always lining up for her
attention, but for now she was his and he’d make sure she remembered the way he
took care of her. The way he made love to her.

Sammi crawled across the mattress until he lay next to her,
propped up on his elbow. He studied her face, softer in sleep and sweeter
without makeup.

Mint and sweetness filled his mouth from the candy.

He leaned over and kissed Autumn’s mouth, suckling her full
lower lip. She groaned and her arm moved against the sheets. With his free
hand, Sammi ran his fingers over her lace-covered mound, tracing her seam
through the pitiful excuse for fabric and back to her mound again. The piercing
was a small bump along his path.

Autumn inhaled and her lips parted. He deepened the kiss,
pressing into her with both his tongue and fingers. He let a few of the mints
slip from his mouth to hers.

“Mm,” she hummed and brought up one hand to cup the back of
his head. Her hips lifted, urging him for more.

He backed off, dragging his hand up her stomach.

“Good morning,” she purred.

“Morning.”

Autumn licked her lips. “Peppermint? Are you saying I have
bad breath?”

“Actually I did.”

Her eyes drifted closed and she arched her back. His fingers
pushed the frilly material higher. The smile curling her lips was all
sensuality and grace. She’d forgive him for waking her at least.

“So considerate,” she muttered.

Sammi slid his palm under the camisole until he cupped her
breast. He hadn’t forgotten how sensitive they’d been. Except her breast felt
tight, hard even. He switched to the other breast, which seemed normal.

“Morning boob.” Autumn peeked at him through slitted eyes, a
playful smile on her lips.

“Morning boob?”

She grasped his woody through his shorts and stroked him
slowly, root to tip. “Yeah, it’s an implant thing. I’ll show you.”

Autumn sat up and pulled the camisole off. In one move she
straddled him and grabbed his hands, bringing them to her breasts. He cupped
them, because what else would a gentleman in his situation do? Sure enough, one
felt harder than the other.

“Does it hurt?” He gently massaged them, working his way
toward the soft circle of pink skin.

“Nah. In the beginning it did, but not anymore.” She put her
hands on her thighs and thrust her chest forward, allowing him the slow
inspection. “Now I don’t think an education in breast implants was what you had
in mind this morning, was it?”

To punctuate her point, she ground her pelvis against his.
If he didn’t take control back, she’d have them fucking in thirty seconds, and
that wasn’t what he wanted. Not this time.

“Nope.”

Sammi grabbed her arms and flipped them. Autumn shrieked and
laughed, rolling with him until she could wrap her legs around his waist. He’d
let her do that much. For now.

He bent his head and kissed her gently, tasting mint still
on her lips. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up until it was
bunched under his armpits. Her palms skated over his chest and down his
abdomen. He knew what was coming, and he still sucked in a breath when she
slipped her hand inside his boxers and grasped his cock.

Her hand wrapped around his cock was good, but he wasn’t
going to settle for good this morning. He wanted it all.

Sammi scooted down, out of her reach. She knew where this
part was going and hummed her approval. Because he wanted to, and because she
liked it, he plumped her breasts together and kissed one then the other. He
supported his weight on his elbows and used his fingers to gently turn the
barbells, watching her face.

Autumn’s jaw dropped and her brow creased, as if in
confusion.

“Oh, that feels—weird. And good.” Her hips undulated under
him in a helpless, seeking kind of way.

He grinned and bent to take a nipple in his mouth. Since
playing with the piercings seemed to arouse her more, he gently bit until he
had the tight peak and barbell between his teeth.

“Oh.” The pitch of Autumn’s voice went up and she held still.

Sammi ran his tongue over the captured flesh and she
shuddered.

“Fuck. Me.” Her eyes grew round. “That’s wicked-feeling,
like it goes all the way to my pussy. Oh my god.”

He watched her face and experimented with sucking on the
tight bud. Autumn’s body went rigid and she grasped handfuls of the sheets.

Well, that was worth doing again.

Sammi switched to the other breast, repeating the
ministrations until she was moaning and her limbs moved restlessly against the
bed.

“You like that?” he asked after paying the other breast the
same attention.

Autumn cupped his cheeks and pulled him up for a passionate
kiss. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and off. He tossed it
over the side of the bed and covered her body with his. While he held her attention
by kissing her roughly, he pushed her panties down around her thighs and passed
his fingers through her folds.

He groaned at how wet she was. The piercing was slick with
her arousal, the sensitive button hard and erect. He gently massaged it and her
mouth opened on a silent shout, her eyes going sightless.

Sammi jerked his hand back.

“No,” Autumn wailed.

He captured her hand when she went to hit him and grabbed
the other for safekeeping. “I told you I wasn’t going to always go fast.”

She glared at him. “I won’t orgasm now.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Let’s try anyway.” He sat up and pulled her panties the
rest of the way off.

Autumn continued to pout but she didn’t tell him to stop.