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He doesn’t make her promise that she’ll say something if she needs to. They both know she will. He could be in the middle of an orgasm with his cock stuffed deep inside her, and if she said she was hurting, he would stop. Instantly. The safety in that is what allows her to relax tonight and ease the ache of her need for him that’s been brewing over these past few weeks.

She wanted him only two weeks in, but her condition hadn’t been kind enough to allow that. It took far longer than she hoped to feel up to anything more than shuffling around the center.

Today, her nerves are on fire in all the best ways, and not an ounce of her tension is related to pain.

The nuzzle of his nose against her lower belly has her eyes fluttering shut, his kiss warm on her skin and his fingers gentle when they caress between her legs, finding a wet patch on her underwear. She can’t lie on her back for any prolonged length of time yet, but she can stand just fine, and she trusts him to hold her steady, so when he pulls her panties off her hips, she steps out of them easily, bracing on his shoulders with both hands as he works his mouth where she’s soaked.

The angle is restricted and she longs to throw a leg over his shoulder, but that’s pushing it too far in terms of balance. Hopefully, she spreads her legs apart further, letting out a sharp inhale when he takes the hint and pushes two thick, eager fingers into her, curling them deep as his tongue focuses on the place where her pulse beats strong and hot.

She vaguely remembers promising him a blow job a while back. Instead, he’s the one going down on her. Not that she’s complaining, but she has every intention of making good on that offer later.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she whispers, stilling his head with both hands, the sight of his beautiful face looking up at her, plump lips wet with her arousal, nearly builds her release on the spot. “Not yet.”

She wants him inside her when she comes. They get rid of the rest of his clothes and she drops the shirt she was wearing to the ground before encouraging him down to the floor mattress.

She’s rarely seen anything more inviting than the sight of him hard and swollen, waiting for her. She can hardly move into his lap fast enough. It’s slightly obscene how he holds his shaft steady so she can lower herself down onto it. The moment the thick tip begins to enter her, she can think of nothing else than the familiar stretch of him.

The burn is as intense as their first time all over again. She takes him in slowly, carefully, letting gravity do most of the work until she’s seated in his lap and so full of him that she could cry from the exquisite pressure. She unfurls one leg, bending it out behind him, while the other stays under her for leverage, then she’s moving over him, slow and steady, rocking to shift him within her as their lips meet and she swallows his moan as she rides it out of him.

That orgasm she was so close to before still lingers at the edges, begging to be coaxed back into the light. When the intensity becomes too much, she urges him onto his back, leaning forward, her hands bracing on his chest as she moves faster, angling herself to rub her clit against him as best she can, taking what started as a gradual thing into something slightly frantic.

His hands kneed at her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he pushes up into her and she lowers back down, but she can’t go as fast as she needs without her lungs burning. She whines in the back of her throat, slowing her movements to a near standstill. One of Theo’s many skills is being observant. He picks up whereshe left off, moving a hand between them to rub where she needs him as he thrusts up into her.

All she has to do is keep her legs apart and be still and he does the rest, bringing her to the brink and then catching her as she tumbles over, letting her ride his hand and his cock while she spasms before he growls her name into the curve of her throat and the wet warmth of his release starts to spill out at the edges of where they’re joined.

It takes her a moment to catch her breath, but she feels no pain, and her lungs still work while the aftershocks taper off.

They lie tangled for a long while after, sweat cooling on skin, candlelight painting the slopes of their bodies. He traces slow circles along her spine, his touch a delicate promise made and kept. Outside, the wind hammers the building and snow slants across the window panes, but in here, wrapped in the steady thump of their heartbeats, the world only contains the two of them.

“You know, I came to Alaska looking for answers. A new beginning. For who I could be on my own, assuming that was my only option now.” She cups his face, dropping a warm kiss on his lips and breathing her next words into his mouth. “What a beautiful surprise to realize I was looking for you.”