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With a soft gasp at the loss of my finger inside her, Bryn obeys. Turns on a heel, watching me over her shoulder. Bends at the waist, feet wide apart, presenting her ass to me, her pussy open and begging, dripping desire. "Rush…please."

The only thing wrong with me is my lung capacity—I lose strength swiftly, still. Lose my breath. But my limbs function just fine. The hole in my arm is not much more than a scar, now. So it's not a hardship to move to my knees behind her. Her upside-down gaze locks on me between her legs. Her tits hang, swaying. I cup one, the other, just because. Shift closer. Trail my finger along her seam, teasing her.

She whimpers softly. "Rush, please. Don't tease me. It's been forever—I’m dying without you."

I can't bring myself to draw it out any longer. I need her as much as she needs me—maybe more. Who knows? Who cares? We need each other, we need this.

So, I give it to her. I bury my face in her sweetness, groaning my delight at the taste of her. She cries out as my tongue slides inside her, shaking already. I palm her ass and devour her, then. No teasing, no playing around. Just eager, ravenous pleasure. I bring her to the edge of climax, and when she's there, I plunge my fingers inside her slick hot pussy and fuck her with them until she detonates, knees threatening to give out. She comes on a wild cry, and I take my fingers away—she mewls in protest, but I give her mouth instead, my lips suctioned around her thick little clit, tongue flicking. She comes again harder, and this time her knees do give out.

She collapses in front of me, dropping to her knees on the floor, panting. I bend over her, kiss her back, caress her ass. After a moment spent catching her breath, she turns.

Pushes me away. "Sit."

I slide up and back into the chair. She drags my shorts off and tosses them over a shoulder, a greedy grin lighting her face as she gathers my iron-hard cock in her hands. For a moment, she just toys with me, squeezing, twisting, rubbing the tip with a thumb—getting reacquainted, as it were.

"God, I love your cock," she whispers, nuzzling it affectionately.

“It loves you," I answer.

"Does it love this?" she asks, licking up the underside of it with the flat of her tongue.

"Fuck yes."

"How about this?" She wraps her lips around me, groaning softly as I fill her mouth—without preamble, she takes all of me, until her nose touches my belly.

"Ahh fuck, fuck, darling, yes. Yes. Fucking love that." I pull at her. "But that's not what I need.”

She wipes at her mouth with the back of her wrist, and then crawls up onto the chair with me, straddling me. Her thighs wedge outside mine as she hovers over me, pressing me back into the chair, lining herself up against me.

"Rush?" she breathes.

"Yeah, Gorgeous?" I grip her ass, every part of me throbbing with anticipation of being inside her at long, long last.

"Say it." Her forehead touches mine. "Say it."

"I love you, Bryn Harris."

My tongue has barely touched the roof of my mouth to form the L sound before she sinks down onto me, a long, raw groan scraping out of her throat as I fill her. It's a long, delicious slide, my cock entering her to the hilt. Her ass meets my thighs, and her hands go to my face, clutching at me with desperation, shaking and shuddering as she lets herself stretch around me, panting quietly, each breath a soft whimper.

"Rush, I—"

I touch her lips. “Not yet, babe."

She looks at me in confusion. I just grin up at her, thrusting into her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she claws her hands into my shoulders, lifting up, drawing me out through the stretched-thin lips of her pussy. Her mouth crashes against mine, and she slams down, hard. I grunt into her mouth, gasp as she smashes herself lower, grinding on me, taking me as deep as I can physically go. "RUSH!"

I nip her lower lip. “Not yet, babe."

I thrust.

She cries out, head tossed back, her whole body spasming. I dig a hand into her hair, tug her head back, kiss her throat. Fuck into her again, hard.

“Touch yourself, my love," I order.

Her fingers go immediately to her pussy, one hand spreading her folds apart, the other pressing circling fingers her to her clit. Her eyes roll back in her head, fluttering as another climax ripples through her.

“Open your eyes, Bryn," I say. "Watch us. Watch me fuck you."

Her eyes fly wide, fix on our union—she swipes at her clit with increasing speed as we watch my cock slide through her, fill her, withdraw glistening wetly, plunge back in.