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his mouth otherwise occupied, she went to his
trousers, releasing the material and pushing it down his hips.
    Seth jumped from the bed, eager to help her.
A quick shove, and his pants were gone, leaving behind only naked
flesh and aroused male. He crawled over her, smiling down at her.
“What about these?” he asked, pulling at the waistband of her own
trousers. “Shouldn’t they go as well?”
    “I think you’ll have to help me—” The words
weren’t even finished being spoken when his eager fingers
unfastened and started pulling.
    The giggle burst through, and Kira wriggled
her hips to help him. With a long pull, her own pants and underwear
were now removed, and she was as naked as he was.
    His face lost the smile he’d been wearing as
he looked down at her, his eyes taking in her body in long sweeps,
his tongue licking his lips while the hard length of his cock
became even more prominent.
    She reached out and grasped him, encircling
him with her hand. He was firm and warm, the skin silky.
    “Kira, it feels so good.”
    She wanted him then, with no further
preliminaries. Letting go of him, she leaned back and held up her
arms.
    With careful movements he lay on top of her.
He knew just what she wanted—of course he did—and he settled
between her thighs. He leaned down to kiss her again while his hand
reached between their bodies and started touching her. He found a
particularly nice spot, and she gasped at the surge of pleasure
that rocked her.
    He didn’t let go of her mouth. He kept
circling his hand, taking her cries as his due as the wetness and
heat increased between them. Kira nipped at his lip to get him to
release her mouth. “Inside me, now .”
    His blue eyes were now black, his ragged
breaths matched her own, and Seth used the hand that had been
bringing her such pleasure to guide himself into her.
    There was no pain, only a sense of being
stretched, of forming herself around him to become a perfect fit.
Seth’s eyes closed and he dropped his head to her chest, and when
they were fully joined he stopped.
    Kira waited several moments. When he still
didn’t move, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
    His smile against her skin brought an
answering one to her face, confusion or no. “I may have joked about
premature ejaculation earlier, but trust me, no man actually wants
that to happen.” She laughed, and he groaned, holding himself
slightly apart from her on shaking arms. “Kiiirraa, not
helping.”
    She nipped his ear and wrapped her legs
around his hips, bringing him down against her once again and
providing very interesting friction against her body. “Move,
you.”
    “Fine, but if I can’t hold out, you have no
one to blame but yourself.”
    Her second laugh turned into a moan as he
began with gentle stroke – long, firm, deep, and powerful enough to
rock her.
    Kira’s legs tightened on him and she kissed
his jaw, his cheek, his neck. Seth was inside her, but not close
enough, never enough. She rolled her hips to meet his
ever-quickening thrusts, bringing him deeper and deeper into
her.
    The taste of salt and man coated her tongue
and his raspy breaths and groans sounded in her ear. “Kira, Kira,
Kira,” he chanted, his words a plea and a prayer entangled
together. The flesh under her hands was warm and damp and she
clawed him closer, their chests pressed together.
    A tingling built through her, a tension
toward something just out of her reach. “Seth,” she cried.
    “Yes,” he answered, his voice guttural. “I’ve
got you, Kira. I’m with you.”
    She moved against him harder, stretching the
edges of that curious tightness until it snapped and her body
tumbled into pleasure. Every muscle tightened and released as she
climaxed, and Seth’s answering cry was loud in her ear as her body
clenched around him. He kept pushing into her hard, and with only a
few more thrusts he found his own pleasure.
    He collapsed on her, his warm weight pressing
her into the bed. Her arms and legs