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  Blinking, she pushed up on her hands as her body still shook, then slid down his body to capture his mouth with hers. For the moment she could only focus on the hard thickness of his cock between them and the warmth of his mouth on hers. One hand went beneath his neck to dig into the softness of his hair at the base of his skull. She ground her cunt on his cock, already rising toward another orgasm and wondering if she ought to let it happen this way, or if she wanted to slide onto him.

  Maybe she could try for both. But no, that would be greedy, wouldn’t it?

  “I think,” she said into his ear, bending over him to lick at the lobe, “I want to fuck you now.”

  “Grrrreat,” he said in a rumbling, hoarse voice. “Little help?”

  She loved that they could laugh together. “What, you can’t manage?”

  “The sooner you help me, the sooner I can be inside you,” he said, wriggling under her, still half-trapped by her cunt pushing down on his cock.

  “Good point.” She lifted so he could shift. He was already gripping the base of his cock, ready to guide it inside her as she eased herself onto him.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” Brandon breathed, and Leah’s cunt clutched at him in response to the way his voice dipped under the word.

  She had her triggers, too.

  She settled herself onto him the whole way, letting out a small groan when his cock nudged her cervix. It was almost too much, but she blew out a breath and rocked against the pressure to shift him inside her. She gripped him with her knees to hold him still, though she felt the muscles in his sides working to move his hips.

  Leah put her hands on Brandon’s shoulders, her fingers curling into his skin. Her hair fell down around his face as her mouth found his.

  “Now,” she breathed. “Brandon, fuck me now.”

  And he did, oh, God, he did it just right. In, out, his hips twisting just enough. Her clit pressed his belly with every thrust and she tightened her inner muscles against the sliding pressure of his cock inside her. The urgency had eased off, but she was going to come again. No question. No stopping it.

  Their bodies moved together, stuttering just once or twice before he found his rhythm. Now Leah let him set the pace, going with it. She thought, given how long she’d been teasing him, that he’d start off fast and get faster, but Brandon had a way of surprising her no matter how well she thought she knew him. He didn’t ram his cock in and out of her, not frantic. He went slow.

  His tongue stroked hers and captured her gasp. “I want you to come again, baby.”

  “I’m…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, finding no words. Hard to speak. Hard to focus on anything but this great and building sweep of pleasure washing over her.

  He fucked into her a little harder, a little faster, but still careful. Not too hard, not too fast. She loved him for that, even as her orgasm shattered through her and she needed, wanted…no, craved the sensation of him moving inside her.

  “Faster,” she breathed into his mouth and clutched at his hair to tip his head so she could get at the sweetness of his throat.

  His groan sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. When she bit lightly at his throat, she swore she felt the throb of his cock inside her, and though it might be her imagination, the idea that he was so close to coming pushed her into climax. Leah came tasting the salt-sweet flavor of his flesh between her teeth and released his throat from her mouth as she gasped his name, over and over.

  Some minutes or maybe it was an hour went by, she couldn’t be sure, she was so thoroughly wiped out. At last, blinking, she pushed herself up to look into his face. His eyes were closed, but that broad grin was still on his lovely mouth. She kissed him lightly.

  “Hey.”

  He didn’t open his eyes. “Hey.”

  “Did I kill you?”

  “I’m sort of a little dead, yeah.” Brandon cracked open one eye to squint at her. “But it’s okay.”

  Leah sat up, feeling him soften inside her but not willing to move off of him just yet. The bathroom was a goodly number of steps away and she wasn’t ready for the hopping, post-sex “trying not to leak until I get to the shower” dance. Besides, she loved these moments, too, just after they’d both had the tops of their heads blown off in orgasm, when she could look at him all sleepy and sated-looking and marvel at how lucky she was to have such a sexy, wonderful husband.

  “What?” he asked, both eyes open now.

  “Nothing, what?”

  “You looked…” Brandon looked concerned. “Were you going to cry?”

  Leah blinked, surprised to find there was indeed the small sting of tears in the back of her eyes. He noticed everything about her. “No. Well. Maybe a little. But not in a bad way.”

  Brandon sat up and hitched himself closer to her. “Uh-oh.”

  Leah laughed. “It’s not bad. Really.”

  “Is this one of those tears of joy things?” He gave her a serious look.

  She kissed him. “Absolutely.”

  He grinned at the kiss. “Okay. Good. So…dinner, now?”

  “So predictable,” Leah murmured and ran her hand through his hair before kissing him again. She rested her forehead against his for a second. “Yes, dinner now.”

  The beauty of staying in a “ski in, ski out” condo in Vail was that it made it easy to get to the slopes. They’d even had some groceries pre-delivered by a specialty service so they’d have food for breakfast and some dinners. But Leah didn’t feel like cooking and suspected that though Brandon would be happy to make her something if she asked, he wouldn’t be that enthused about the idea, either.

  She kissed him again and got up to head for the shower, saying over her shoulder, “Mexican?”

  “You sure?” He got up to follow her. “I thought you said we were going to stick to our budget.”

  “I know what I said, but…” Leah shrugged as she turned on the shower. “What’s money for if not to spend?”

  He snorted lightly at that, and she knew why. Planning a wedding, even a simple one, after she’d lost her job due to corporate downsizing had caused them both quite a bit of stress. But with new jobs for both of them it had all worked out, enough for them to feel comfortable booking this vacation, their first Christmas together as a married couple. Surely eating a few dinners out couldn’t be that bad.

  “I won’t say no to Mexican,” Brandon said as she stripped quickly and stepped into the shower. The familiar jangle of his cell phone filtered through from the bedroom. “I bet that’s my mom. Let me grab it and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

  It could be longer than that, if Caroline got to talking, so Leah just shook her head—but fondly. Brandon’s loving parents were a little overwhelming for a woman whose own family prided itself on distance and independence, but Caroline had really come through for Leah when she needed her. There was room in Brandon’s life for both of them, even if it meant being a little late for dinner.

  “Take your time,” she told him from under the spray. “Give her my love.”

  * * *

  This was the good life. A plate of tortilla chips and some salsa, a bottle of Corona, a plate of quesadillas on the way, some great live music…and his wife sitting next to him chair-dancing to the music. The restaurant they’d picked was crowded, which meant getting friendly with their neighbors. The blonde beside him had the annoying habit of tossing her hair when she laughed, but Brandon was already thigh-to-thigh with Leah and couldn’t ask her to shift over without pushing her up against the table full of frat boys at the table on her other side. The table directly across from them had a couple with two small children. Small, loud children who didn’t seem to like Mexican food

  “This is so good!” Leah cried, dipping her chip in the salsa and holding her hand beneath to catch any drips. “Good choice, Mr. Long.”

  Brandon tipped his bottle toward her. “You chose it, Mrs. Long.”

  She leaned close to kiss him with the spicy salsa still on her lips, and he caught the gli