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could hear him, making noises in his throat.
It was her imagination, she knew it, but that knowledge didn't banish the specter. There was only one way she could think of to eliminate him from her head, if not from Seth's.
Seth cradled her jaw in his hand now, propped so he could see her face. She slid her arms around his back and tugged until he lowered himself to her. His kiss was soothing, as if he thought she needed gentleness, but gentleness wouldn't cut it. Despite the strength of her orgasm, need began to claw in her. She grabbed Seth's hair in both hands and pulled, kissing him harder, rising up under him in an undulating rhythm, but after a few minutes he was still stuck on tenderness.
Frustrated, Cassie reached down and stroked his semi-hard dick. Seth chuckled and caught her hand.
"Don't be greedy, love, we've already done it twice today. I'm getting old, you know."
"Doesn't matter." She wriggled down the bed and took him into her mouth, using her teeth and tongue and hands and desperate, desperate desire. Seth's arms shook.
"Jesus, Cass, where did--fuck." He slowly hardened under her hands. "Your mouth can raise the dead."
"Damned right it can." She pushed until he flipped onto his back, then climbed up his body and impaled herself on his cock.
Cassie started rocking. Seth caressed her body, his hands making their way up to her chest, where he cupped her gently.
"Goddamnit, Seth, can't you tell I want it harder than that?" She put her hands over his and squeezed.
Finally, he got it. His fingers flexed, then pinched. His grip shifted to her hips and he lifted her, then pulled her down hard, raising his pelvis to drive himself deeper.
It wasn't enough, and they both knew it. Seth moved her off him and got behind her, moving her forward so she could grip the bar at the top of the headboard. He pushed into her again, then wrapped his own hands around the bar next to hers. He surrounded her, despite not being a very big man, and she finally felt her desperation ease. His arms stretched out along hers, his chest pressed against her back, and when he thrust his hips the movements were short and subtle but hit her exactly where she needed.
Cassie dropped her head back, turning so she could reach his mouth. It restricted their movements more, but she didn't care. She just needed this contact, this grounding, to forget the dream and what she knew, deep down, it represented.
When she came it was slow and small, but she could feel Seth so deep inside her, smell only him, and for a few minutes, she could believe it would be okay.
* * * *
"Tell me I'm not fucking insane."
"You're not fucking insane." Julian didn't look away from the full-length mirror. He eyed the hem of his linen trousers draped over his bare feet, then rolled the cuff of one loose sleeve, posed, and unrolled it. When he unfastened, then refastened the button in the center of his chest, Seth yanked him away from the mirror.
"I'm the one getting married, asshole. It doesn't matter how you look."
Julian cocked an eyebrow at him. "If you're going to look like that, I need to draw everyone's attention by being fabulous."
Seth glared at him. He didn't need to check the mirror to know he looked like he'd been on a bender last night. He'd had his hands in his hair so much it likely looked like a shrubbery. He hadn't bothered doing up the buttons on his shirt yet, and his pacing had caused fine sand to dust the bottoms of his cuffs.
Julian stopped Seth's pacing and started working on his shirt. "What's eating you? It's not the sex thing still. We straightened that out."
Seth started to drive his hand through his hair again, but Julian yanked his arm down and buttoned the last two buttons.
"We did, yeah, but I don't think that was the problem. Not really. I mean, something caused me to have those dreams. If it's not you, it's got to be something else. Like my subconscious telling me I shouldn't be marrying her again."
Julian rolled his eyes. "For
It was her imagination, she knew it, but that knowledge didn't banish the specter. There was only one way she could think of to eliminate him from her head, if not from Seth's.
Seth cradled her jaw in his hand now, propped so he could see her face. She slid her arms around his back and tugged until he lowered himself to her. His kiss was soothing, as if he thought she needed gentleness, but gentleness wouldn't cut it. Despite the strength of her orgasm, need began to claw in her. She grabbed Seth's hair in both hands and pulled, kissing him harder, rising up under him in an undulating rhythm, but after a few minutes he was still stuck on tenderness.
Frustrated, Cassie reached down and stroked his semi-hard dick. Seth chuckled and caught her hand.
"Don't be greedy, love, we've already done it twice today. I'm getting old, you know."
"Doesn't matter." She wriggled down the bed and took him into her mouth, using her teeth and tongue and hands and desperate, desperate desire. Seth's arms shook.
"Jesus, Cass, where did--fuck." He slowly hardened under her hands. "Your mouth can raise the dead."
"Damned right it can." She pushed until he flipped onto his back, then climbed up his body and impaled herself on his cock.
Cassie started rocking. Seth caressed her body, his hands making their way up to her chest, where he cupped her gently.
"Goddamnit, Seth, can't you tell I want it harder than that?" She put her hands over his and squeezed.
Finally, he got it. His fingers flexed, then pinched. His grip shifted to her hips and he lifted her, then pulled her down hard, raising his pelvis to drive himself deeper.
It wasn't enough, and they both knew it. Seth moved her off him and got behind her, moving her forward so she could grip the bar at the top of the headboard. He pushed into her again, then wrapped his own hands around the bar next to hers. He surrounded her, despite not being a very big man, and she finally felt her desperation ease. His arms stretched out along hers, his chest pressed against her back, and when he thrust his hips the movements were short and subtle but hit her exactly where she needed.
Cassie dropped her head back, turning so she could reach his mouth. It restricted their movements more, but she didn't care. She just needed this contact, this grounding, to forget the dream and what she knew, deep down, it represented.
When she came it was slow and small, but she could feel Seth so deep inside her, smell only him, and for a few minutes, she could believe it would be okay.
* * * *
"Tell me I'm not fucking insane."
"You're not fucking insane." Julian didn't look away from the full-length mirror. He eyed the hem of his linen trousers draped over his bare feet, then rolled the cuff of one loose sleeve, posed, and unrolled it. When he unfastened, then refastened the button in the center of his chest, Seth yanked him away from the mirror.
"I'm the one getting married, asshole. It doesn't matter how you look."
Julian cocked an eyebrow at him. "If you're going to look like that, I need to draw everyone's attention by being fabulous."
Seth glared at him. He didn't need to check the mirror to know he looked like he'd been on a bender last night. He'd had his hands in his hair so much it likely looked like a shrubbery. He hadn't bothered doing up the buttons on his shirt yet, and his pacing had caused fine sand to dust the bottoms of his cuffs.
Julian stopped Seth's pacing and started working on his shirt. "What's eating you? It's not the sex thing still. We straightened that out."
Seth started to drive his hand through his hair again, but Julian yanked his arm down and buttoned the last two buttons.
"We did, yeah, but I don't think that was the problem. Not really. I mean, something caused me to have those dreams. If it's not you, it's got to be something else. Like my subconscious telling me I shouldn't be marrying her again."
Julian rolled his eyes. "For
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