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I laugh and kneel between her legs. That takes the amusement out of her face. She watches as I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, her hand sliding from my shoulder to the back of my head when I reach her.

She is wet enough that the first taste makes me close my eyes. Her heel digs into the cushion. I hold her where I can keep my mouth on her, learning what makes her move toward me and what makes her pull away. When I flatten my tongue against her clit, she stops trying to keep quiet.

“There.” Her hand presses against my head. “Right there.”

I keep the pressure where she wants it. Her breath comes faster, then catches, and I look up long enough to see her trying to hold on to the back of the sectional. She’s got nothing left to say about the furniture or her clothes. Her thighs close around my shoulders as she comes, and I stay with her until the shaking eases beneath my hands.

When I kiss her again, she grips my shoulders and draws me up.

“I want you,” she says.

She kisses me without hesitating over where my mouth has been. Her fingers find my belt, tug, then lose patience with it.

“Help.”

I stand and get rid of the shoes first, then the jeans and my boxer briefs. Giselle sits up, looking. I wait while she looks because she let me do the same.

“I have been celibate a long time,” she says. “Apparently you intend to make that my problem.”

I laugh. She reaches for me, and I lift her before the couch becomes an obstacle neither of us wants to work around. Her legs come around me. On the way to the bedroom, she kisses the side of my face and tells me I’m showing off.

“You complaining?”

“I’m holding on.”

I put her on the bed and follow her down. She pulls me into another kiss, slower now that we have somewhere to be. Her hand moves from my shoulder to my cheek. I’ve been looking forward to getting her here. I had not thought much beyond it, and for once I don’t feel any need to.

When I touch her between her thighs, she catches my wrist. I stop.

“Like this.” She adjusts my hand and presses against it, showing me.

I give her what she asks for until she pulls me toward her again.

“Now,” she says.

I reach into the nightstand for a condom. She watches me open it, then puts a hand on my arm.

“I have an IUD. That doesn’t cover everything.”

“Wasn’t planning like it did.”

“I’m current on testing.”

“Me, too.”

She nods, and I roll the condom down before settling between her legs. Giselle reaches for me herself, guides me, then grips my arm at the first push.

“Wait.”

I hold still. Her eyes are shut, and she takes a breath before looking at me again. I lower myself to kiss her, keeping my weight off her while she decides what she wants next.

“Slow,” she says.

I move a little. She holds my arm harder, and I stop there. It takes more patience than I want to admit. She feels too good, and every instinct I have wants to chase it. Then her hand loosens. She kisses me, shifts beneath me, and lifts her hips.

“Keep going.”

I watch her through the next slow push. She exhales against my mouth, and by the time I’m all the way in, I need a moment myself. Giselle notices.