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But the pain was rising, taking her to some foggy place where she floated. Her body relaxed all over, and she fell into his arms.

“I’ve got you, baby.”

He took her to the couch and laid her in his lap. Immediately he went to work with his hand between her thighs, pushing a few fingers into her, his thumb circling her clit.

She was almost limp in his arms, unable to do anything but rock her hips into his hand as pleasure spiraled, crested, wound through her system like some lovely, sinuous force.

“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Come for me.”

She did, heat spreading, shimmering over her skin, deep into her belly, her sex, until she was shivering all over, then jerking hard as the full force of her orgasm hit her like a bomb of pleasure exploding deep within her.

She knew she was moaning, mewling. She didn’t care. She couldn’t.

Then he was kissing her hands over and over, and it was a new kind of pleasure, so amazing. But she couldn’t think about it, couldn’t think about anything. She curled into his chest, and he let her lay her head there. She drifted off to the steady, low drumming of his heartbeat.

It was a few hours later when she woke, wrapped in a soft blanket on the couch. He was next to her in an instant.

“How do you feel?”

“Sleepy. Good. Like I need to stretch all over.”

“You should, tomorrow anyway. It’ll be good for you. Will you remember to do it?”

“Yes. Probably.”

“Do it, Skye. I’ll ask.”

She laughed. “Okay, then.”

“Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

“Thirsty.”

He handed her a small bottle of apple juice. “Drink. I want you to hydrate and to keep your blood sugar steady.”

She accepted the bottle and swallowed a few sips of the sweet juice.

“Good?”

She nodded and drank some more.

“Now tell me if you think you’re okay to go home.”

“Yes, of course.”

“The same rule still stands when it comes to sub-drop. If you crash, you call me. Don’t be stubborn about it. This is as crucial as using your safe word. But I’ll call you tomorrow anyway.”

She nodded.

“Let’s get you dressed.”

He helped her into her clothes, which, oddly, she found she needed. And it was so nice to have his hands on her, even in this simple way. It was… sweet, which wasn’t a word she’d have thought to use when it came to him, although she realized now that he was sweet to her.

He drove her home, music playing quietly in the car, the San Francisco fog drifting by outside the windows. She felt safe, cocooned with him in his car.

She must have dozed off for a bit because suddenly he was saying her name, bringing her out of a dream about laying in his lap while he stroked her hair from her face, whispering to her.

“What?”

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