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"Not yet," she said. "I'm not finished with you."

She kissed me until I leaned back on my own, then hooked her fingers into my waistband and hauled my jeans down my legs, and everything beneath them with it. I lifted my hips to help. The cool air closed over me, and I was so hard it hurt, and Everly looked down at me in the amber light with the expression of a woman admiring an excellent decision. Then she wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me once, slow and firm, and the sensation hit so much harder than I'd braced for that I fisted the sheet and swore.

I shifted higher on the mattress while she finished undressing where she stood, unhurried, and I suspected she knew exactly what it was doing to me. When she climbed onto the bed and over me, her knees settled on either side of my hips, and I took hold of her waist because I couldn't have stopped myself.

She didn't take me inside her. She lowered herself until my cock lay pressed along her, slick and hot from root to tip, and began to rock. Each slow pass of her pussy dragged the head of me across her clit, and her lips parted every time it happened. She was so wet that I could feel it on my stomach.

"Is this all right?" she asked, breathless. "Your back..."

"My back has no complaints. Everything else has a great many."

She laughed, low and rough, and circled her hips again, and the slick drag of her along my cock tore a curse out of me.

"You're drenched," I said, my voice gone to gravel. "Fuck, I can feel every inch of you."

I filled my hands with her breasts and teased her nipples with my fingertips until her rhythm faltered and she braced both palms on my chest. This morning I could have kept this up until dawn. Tonight the pressure was building low in my belly far faster than I could stall it, and the woman moving on top of me had no intention of slowing down.

"Everly." My voice was barely mine. "I'm going to embarrass myself."

"Hold on a little longer." She slowed into deliberate, maddening circles that nearly finished the job anyway. "Think about something awful."

I called up the most unerotic thing I knew, which was the worst song on Leo's emergency road-trip playlist, and it bought me about four seconds.

It must have shown on my face, because she smiled and sped up. Her breath began to catch on every stroke, and her fingers pressed hard into my chest, and I watched her the whole time, because there wasn't anything on earth I'd rather see. She came calling my name, her whole body drawing tight and then shaking apart on top of me, her pussy pulsing along the underside of my cock in hard, helpless beats. I locked every muscle I had and held on by the narrowest of margins.

She folded forward and rested her forehead on my shoulder. For a few seconds the only sounds in the room were her breathing and mine.

"That was supposed to be the warm-up," she said, muffled against my skin.

I needed a strategic retreat, and I knew exactly where I wanted to make it. I sat up, kissed her until her breathing slowed, and eased her off me. Then I slid to my knees on the floorboards, discovering that hardwood was no longer something I could ignore, and drew her to the edge of the mattress. She was worth every bruise.

She lay back with a breathless laugh, and I hooked her legs over my shoulders. She was still swollen and sensitive from coming, so I began with long, flat strokes, dragging my tongue up through her folds until she jumped against my mouth, then sighed and let her thighs fall wider. When the sounds she made turned from startled to hungry, I closed my lips around her clit and sucked, softly at first and then harder, flicking my tongue across it in quick circles. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held on as her back came up off the mattress, her fingers curling in my hair.

"Cillian." She was gasping. "Come up here. I want you inside me."

I could feel how close she was in the way her legs trembled around my head, and I told her so against her thigh.

"I know," she said. "That's the point. I want to come with you in me."

I'd never gotten up from anywhere with more reluctance, or more purpose. It took me slightly longer than I'd have liked, and Everly watched me do it with a grin I decided to forgive. She braced her heels on the edge of the mattress, and I took hold of her thighs and set the head of my cock against her entrance.

I pushed in slowly. She was tight and soaking and so hot that I stopped halfway to breathe, and she tilted her hips up and took the rest of me herself, drawing a ragged groan out of both of us.

I started with a long drag out and a deep push in, watching her take me. She reached up, wrapped her fingers around my forearms, and met every stroke.

"Faster," she said, and then, because she was Everly, "please."

I laughed, because of course she'd said please, and then I stopped laughing and gave her what she'd asked for. I fucked her faster, my grip tight on her thighs, until her breasts shook with every thrust and her breath came in short, startled cries and the sound of us filled the room.

"You're so wet it's obscene," I said, rough. "I could do this until I can't stand."

"Just like that," she gasped. "Oh God, just like that."

Somewhere in the middle of it, I noticed that my legs were shaking, and not only from pleasure. Sweat ran down my back, which was a novelty I'd have happily lived without, and I didn't slow down. Her grip tightened on my arms, her heels pressed into the mattress, and the next stroke took her somewhere that arched her off the bed. She came with a hoarse cry, her pussy clamping around me in long, rhythmic waves that I felt all the way through me. I buried myself as deep as she'd let me, held absolutely still, and thought about Leo's playlist with total concentration.

When she'd stopped shuddering, she opened her eyes, looked at where my arms braced beside her, and frowned.

"You said until you couldn't stand."