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"I can feel the tension right here." I brushed my fingertips high on her inner thigh, barely touching the strip of material between her legs. Then I stroked her inner thigh before dipping low again.

She chuckled. "Lotsof tension. Are you sure you don't want me to take a shower first."

I nuzzled the back of her neck. "I don't mind a little sweat, do you?" I slipped my fingers beneath the strip of material and stroked her clit.

Callie sucked in a quick breath. "Not at all," she breathed, already curling her body for more contact with my fingers.

"You're already so wet for me, aren't you?" I dragged down the shoulder strap of her one-piece then cupped her tit in my hand, pulling at the hard nipple with my fingers and thumb. The tracking pendant I'd given her hung between her breasts. She'd turned off the device with the tiny switch on the back after the threat was over. But I liked that she still wore it.

I kissed her neck as I teased her that way, letting my fingers dip closer and closer to her entrance but never quiet pushing inside her.

"It's been almost a week," she said with a groan.

I'm not sure what I expected, but her reactions to me at that moment were exactly what I'd hoped for. When I pushed my fingers inside her, she squeezed around them and licked her lips, staring into my eyes in the mirror.

I couldn't wait any longer. I used one hand to unfasten my fly and pull my cock out, then I grabbed the crotch of her leotard and hauled it to the side to make room. I hooked her upturned knee under my arm and slid my cock into Callie in one fast thrust.

We both gasped, staring at each other in the mirror. It was almost too much eye contact, I was tempted to look away, but I held it because it deepened the experience somehow.

I drove up into her and let my fingers glide down to her clit again.

"I've missed you so much," she said, her fingernails scratching the back of my neck.

"I've needed this, baby. Needed you so much." I sucked against her throat, beneath her ear, and rolled my hips to fill her again and again.

More of her weight rested on me as she got closer to her orgasm. Finally, I sensed that she was there, so I stroked circles on her clit and tapped in a frantic rhythm.

"Say it, Callie. Say it for me." I thrust into her in a pounding rhythm, about to find my own pleasure.

"Need you... to make me come, Blake."

I flicked her clit faster and lifted her leg, spreading her wider. "Come for me, baby," I demanded.

Callie cried out as she came, unbalancing herself so that if I hadn't been holding her so tightly, she'd probably have fallen. As her pussy dragged against me, it pulled an orgasm from me that felt like it made me ten pounds lighter, almost like my head was floating above me for a minute.

She finally dropped her arms to grab the barre, smiling at me in the mirror, which was half-fogged from our breath. Carefully, I let go of her leg so she could fully stand.

When she turned to kiss me, she said, "I definitely need a showernowif we're going to go out. Care to join me?"

"I will never say no to that." I chuckled as Callie pulled me by the hand toward her bathroom. I didn't think I had another bout of standing up sex left in me, but I'd never turn down the chance to run my hands over her wet body.

33

CALLIE

As soon asBlake appeared in my doorway, I realized how much I'd really missed him.

I knew I missed him. It was awful not seeing him every day. But once he was in my arms again, I understood the depth of it.

And before we'd said a dozen words, I was already dreading watching him walk out my door again.

He was spending the night, planning to leave late Sunday, so we had the rest of the day and most of Sunday to do whatever we wanted. But it didn't feel like nearly enough.

I'd gotten so used to his routine, seeing him in the morning and after work, spending time together, that it was hard to face the thought that he'd leave again tomorrow and I wouldn't see him again for at least a week or two, Maybe longer.

I was going to have to take a long, hard look at my schedule and figure out when I could go back to Elm Grove. I missed the place. I missed Elsie. I even missed Lisa and Jessie.

Elm Grove suddenly felt more like home than Austin. I tried to tell myself that it was just because it was new and fresh, but I was starting to think that wasn't really it. It felt like home because that's where Blake was.

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