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“We should go in,” she moaned against his lips as she wrapped her arms around him and gently suckled his tongue the way that she suckled his cock.

 

“No,” he said, cupping her face and turning it so that he could plant a line of kisses down along her jaw, “we shouldn’t.”

 

“If we go in now we’ll catch the previews,” she said even as she ground herself down against the hard cock attempting to escape its confines to get inside her.

 

“I hate the previews,” he told her, not really fucking caring what movie was coming next, not when he had Necie grinding on top of him.

 

He’d never met a woman who loved sex more, who was open and willing to do anything that he wanted just to see if it felt good. Speaking of which, keeping his lips on her neck, he reached down between them and freed himself as she reached down with one hand and yanked up her skirts.

 

As soon as he felt her wet, warm, and most importantly, naked pussy against his cock he had to smile. She had obeyed his request to take her panties off. The thought of her sitting next to him all night in the dark movie theatre without any panties had turned him on, made him wonder how it would feel to finger her as she was forced to sit there, being as silent as a church mouse so that they wouldn’t get thrown out, but now that he could feel just how wet she was, he couldn’t wait.

 

With a slight shift from her and push of the hips from him, he was inside her and God, did she feel fucking amazing. He released his hold around his cock and let her take over as he slipped one hand beneath her blouse and cupped her breast with one hand and cupped her bare ass beneath her skirt with the other, encouraging her to take what she wanted, ride him as hard and as fast as she dared.

 

He’d gladly take whatever torture that she wanted to hand out to him as long as he could feel her wet, silk walls grip his cock and squeeze pleasure from his balls.

 

“You feel so fucking good,” he told her as she used her hold on him to ride him harder and faster, making him wonder if they should have bothered leaving the house tonight.

 

They definitely should have stayed home, he decided as he groaned and moaned along with her as she rode his cock.

 

Never should have left the house, he agreed moments later when she cupped his jaw, kissed him in a way that definitely made him wish that they were in a bed so that he could throw her on her back and bury his tongue inside her.

 

But, he’d asked her to go to a movie when he knew damn well how they’d end the night. It had been a foolish mistake, one that left him spreading his legs apart, slammed his feet against the floor and pushed up, fucking her harder and harder.

 

Until she was throwing her head back and screaming his name as he cursed hers.

 

*-*-*-*

 

Saturday, December 18th.

 

“I-I thought you were hungry,” she gasped, forced to reach back and grab hold of the headboard as Duncan slid his tongue deeper inside her.

 

“I am,” he said as he pulled his tongue out.

 

“Then maybe we should go get something to eat,” she said, even as she threaded her fingers through his hair and kept him right where he was.

 

“Later,” he murmured against her folds, “later.”

 

*-*-*-*

 

Sunday, December 19th.

 

“Are you watching this movie?” she asked, but he was so damn exhausted that just thinking about opening his eyes right now seemed impossible.

 

“No,” he said, not really giving a damn what was on television when he was this fucking tired.

 

He couldn’t remember ever being this tired, but he wasn’t about to complain, he decided with a smile. Well, he tried to smile, but since he was exhausted and even that small exercise seemed to be too much for him to handle right now he settled for just lying there with his eyes closed.

 

“Then shut it off,” Necie demanded sleepily, following up her demand with a pathetic little push that was meant to get him off the bed and search for the remote so that he could shut the television off.

 

It wasn’t happening.

 

Not when he could barely move without one of his sore, over-abused muscles protesting in agony. They’d made love, fucked, screwed, whatever you wanted to call it for days now and he wasn’t sure that he could keep going like this.

 

Every now and then when his cock stirred, demanding more of her, he tried to ignore it, tried to distract the damn thing, but the damn thing wouldn’t listen. It wanted her and it refused to listen to common sense. No matter how many times he worried that the damn thing would fall off, it wouldn’t listen to reason.

 

He’d never wanted a woman like this before, terrified that he’d die if he didn’t feel how good it felt to have her body wrapped around his one minute and how much peace he was able to find in the next as she slept in his arms, trusting him to take care of her and protect her from everyone and everything in this world.

 

It was the greatest feeling that he’d ever known, but he still wasn’t sure if this was it, or if he was seeing what he wanted to see. He knew about his family’s history, about its traditions and he was terrified that he was projecting all of his hopes and dreams on his small little baker simply because he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone for another minute.

 

She made him feel whole and that was an intoxicating feeling.

 

He didn’t want to make a mistake and rush this if she wasn’t the one. He wanted what his father had, his uncles and some of his brothers had, he wanted the one woman that was meant for him and if that wasn’t his little baker…

 

He needed to know soon before it was too late and he said the hell with it and accepted her as the one that he couldn’t live without.

 

*-*-*-*

 

Monday, December 20th.

 

“I’m too tired to move,” he complained as she laid there, torn between exhaustion and the need to get up and do something.

 

She’d never felt so lazy in her life as she had during the last week. They ate, slept, made love, ate, made love, watched movies until dawn, made love and that’s pretty much all they did. The first few days of this had been wonderful, exhausting, but wonderful.