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Frantically, she tore at his clothing, pulling it off. The tips of her fingers dug deep into his muscles, seeking the protection they offered. She kissed him, feeling the tenderness that lay just beyond his hardened exterior. Most of all, she basked in the simple experience of his skin pressed against hers, that warm, fuzzy feeling, like being wrapped in a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer.
It was protective, comforting and soft. Exactly what she needed, even as he pressed hard against her stomach, obvious signs of the arousal building within her. Every breath he took, his chest rubbed against her nipples, rendering them hard and sensitive to his wandering touch. He cupped her breasts, caressed her sides and never forgot to squeeze her ass, growling delightedly as he reached around and dug his fingers into both sides equally, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her.
His growl deepened abruptly, and Jessica cried out in surprise as he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bedroom. Cradled in his arms, she was safe. Even as he lay her on the bed and she sank into it, staring up at him, lower lip curling under her teeth at the magnificent sight of his gleaming, completely naked body, Jessica never felt the slightest worry or hesitation. Not this time.
They had made love several times since the first, but this was different. Jessica knew what was at stake now, what her acceptance of these actions meant. She might not have found the words just yet, the words to describe how she felt, but sheknewthat there was no going back now. Not anymore.
“Klaue,” she breathed, amazed as always that someone so full of power and strength could so easily restrain it around her. He eased himself onto the bed, covering her body with his own in an age-old ritual. Her legs spread almost as much on instinct as from her command.
Their bodies knew the dance, they knew what would happen. Neither was holding back this time, instead simply giving in to the call of their feral selves, the part of them that needed such carnal lust. After such a close call with death, she ached to reaffirm that she was alive in the most primal way possible. Sex.
Klaue came to her, and she welcomed him inside. His groans mixed with her soft cries as they rocked back and forth. There was some pain; she hadn’t yet become accustomed to his girth, but it faded quickly, and Klaue was nothing if not gentle with her. He was willing to wait for her as long as necessary. He never said it, but his eyes told her the true story, the lengths to which he was willing to go for her.
She felt sweat bead upon her chest and her temple as heat raged from Klaue like a star being born. There was no escaping it, nor did she try. He lifted her knee up higher, toward her head, and she gasped as he pushed deeper than ever before.
Her body had responded instantly to his touch, and while it had rocketed to full preparedness, Jessica now found herself floating in the sea of desire that bound the two of them. Time slowed, or sped up, she didn’t know nor care. Everything became irrelevant except for the look in her lover’s eyes. The look he cast upon her, that said she was the only one for him.
They rarely spoke, and then only to change positions as he rolled her onto her side and entered her from behind, one arm tight around her chest. Jessica’s front grew cool as it was exposed, but the differing sensations only heightened her pleasure and she began to push back against Klaue, much to his delight.
She spoke more with gasps and moans than with words. Entire verses were exchanged between them, yet no more than half a dozen words were used. They were communicating on a different level now, a deeper level, something she’d never experienced before. It scared her, made her timid, but Klaue was patient, pulling her in slowly, never pushing too hard.
“Jess,” he growled, his voice suddenly taut.
She knew what he was going to say. Slowing her movements, she pulled away from him, realizing that the emptiness she felt at the distance of only a few inches was more than just a physical lack. She needed him near her. Next to her.
“On your back,” she commanded, eager to take control, if only for a few moments.
Klaue obeyed, and she straddled him, reaching behind her and grasping his hard cock with her hand, feeling the slickness of her own wetness down its length. They were both nearing the edge of their limits, ready and waiting for one thing, and one thing only: the other.
Sliding back, she accepted him inside once more, unable to stop from gasping. Somehow, even in just the short time it had been, she somehow forgot just how large he was, how completely he filled her.
“It’s okay,” she whispered when he grabbed her hips and tried to slow her from grinding against him. “I want it. Please. I’m ready, Klaue. I’m so close. Letgo.”
She started moving her hips against him once more, back and forth in long, slow strokes. Klaue’s head fell back, his hands draped on her sides as he gently helped her move. Jessica felt him swell, and she snatched his hands up, placing them on her breasts, anxious to feel his touch. They were so warm, so large. It was perfect.
Throwing her head back, she arched, grabbing her hair as Klaue shuddered underneath her, ready to explode. She was so close. Her hips bucked and she rode him in a frenzy as the first rush of warmth filled her inside. That, combined with watching his face and the pressure against her insides, broke the dam. She cried out, clutching his hands and holding tight, gazing down at him.
The timing was perfect, the union of it coming together as one, making the moment more intense than before. She went limp in his arms as the wave finished assaulting her nerves with an ecstasy nothing else in life could recreate, and even Klaue’s massive arms could no longer support her.
She fell forward, draping herself over his broad chest as it rose and fell. Under the skin, his heart was hammering away, trying desperately to escape. Her own was doing the same, blood pumping like crazy while she inhaled deeply, overwhelmed by the glow filling her body as the intensity of the moment faded.
“What just happened?” he asked, finally speaking after a bit. “That was…was…it was…”
“Yeah,” she agreed, too at a loss for words, but knowing exactly what he meant.
She looked up, their eyes met, and they started giggling until they began laughing, at which point both of them stopped, too out of breath. The realization they were both suffering the exact same thing at the same time set them off again, until they could once more no longer breathe.
“Well aren’t we just a pair,” he chuckled as she finally slid off him, collapsing onto her side, accepting a kiss on the nose once she was settled.
“Yeah. We are, aren’t we?” she said, looking into his adoring eyes. There wasn’t much more to say than that, really. Not that she had much breath for it anyway.
“I think I’m going to need a little more time before we go again today,” he confessed a minute later.
“Klaue, I don’t know about you, but I have every intention of having a nap after that. And if you think you aren’t going to put your arms around me and fall asleep with me in them, then you’ve got another think coming.”
“Oh, thank God,” he sighed, somehow sagging even deeper into the bed. “I thought you would never ask.”
She leaned in, kissed him, and then turned over to present herself for proper sleep-spooning cuddling.
They could figure out what to do with her sister after the nap. When they were refreshed, and ready to tackle the problem head on.
House Canis wouldn’t know what hit them, she vowed.
