Page 107 of Cisco

Cisco knew what was down there. Hilly’s copper curls. His palms itched to cover the crisp hair, imagining himself parting it to find her small, stiff clit.

His breathing increased. “You’d tease me like that?” he rasped.

“If that’s what it takes,” she answered boldly, and threw her head back as she pleasured herself, baring the long, smooth column of her neck; a neck that was no longer bruised, he noted.

“I need to kiss you,” Cisco strangled out.

“Then kiss me,” she responded languidly, her digits still moving between her legs.

Cisco growled and closed the distance between them. He wrenched her hand from its berth and replaced it with his own, immediately encountering Hilly’s slickness.

“So wet,” he managed.

She boldly placed her hand on the front of his uniform breeches. “So hard,” she returned.

Cisco groaned. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” he admitted, dropping his head to nuzzle the side of her face that hadn’t been injured.

“You won’t hurt me,” she assured him. “Everything is pretty much healed except my ribs. If we use my bed, you can hold your weight above me, or…” she looked around the room. “…we could take advantage of the counter.”

The counter was a damned fine idea. “I’ll give you ten seconds to change your mind,” he grunted.

When she didn’t answer, but bit down on his earlobe instead, he scooped her up under the ass, filling his hands with her warm flesh. She wrapped her ankles around his back as he carried her over toward the perch that would be the perfect height.

“Do you like these panties?” he asked. His hand was poised to tear them off.

She slipped her feet from around his hips, to the floor, and in one quick move, they were in her hand. “I just bought them. So as hot as it would be for you to rip them from my body, I think we should keep them for a few more rounds.”

“Agreed,” he growled, taking the scrap from her and holding it to his nose, inhaling. Her scent drove him wild and his steel cock throbbed as he shoved her panties into his jacket pocket. “I’ll keep them safe.”

“Mmm, I’ll just bet you will,” Hilly murmured, then leapt back into his arms. “Now where were we headed?”

“Right where I want you.”

An hour later, after mind-blowing counter-sex with Cisco half in, half out of his uniform, they went for a completely naked round in Hilly’s tiny shower that had required some very Houdini-like moves.

Now Cisco, dressed only in pair of sweatpants, sat across from Hilly, eating a fine chicken dinner.

Thankfully, Hilly had donned a robe over the sexy green bra she wore again, but the minx had left it to fall open, so every time she took a bite, he caught a glimpse of her barely clad breasts.

He wanted all barriers between them, gone.

“Later, we’re going to do it on your bed,” he said, enjoying a bite of his mashed potatoes. He’d never seen her lovely, naked body completely spread out and flushed, her gorgeous hair loose around her bare shoulders. His dick stirred again.

“We were fully naked in the shower,” she teased.

“Yeah. But with only a few inches of room to spare in there, I couldn’t look my fill.”

Her eyes smoldered as she teased a carrot with her tongue. “Then we’ll just have to remedy that.”

With little fanfare, he was hard as stone again, but…

He had something more important to take care of before they lost themselves in each other once more.

He sent a hand into his pocket, where he’d put the precious box before ditching his leather jacket. He took the small cube out and held his breath as he slid from his chair and went down on one knee.

“What…?” Hilly’s hand went to her mouth, but this time he didn’t see any reluctance in her gaze.

“They say the ninth time is a charm,” Cisco began, clearing his throat.

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