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My hand closes around her waist as she reaches back for me, and I’m against her before I can think of a single reason not to be. She presses back into me, turning her face toward mine when I kiss her shoulder, and the condom crinkles in my fist again.

I get the condom on with one hand while the other stays locked with hers, and Calliope uses every second of it to make this harder on me. Her hips push back into mine until I drop my forehead against her shoulder with a groan.

“Pea, you’re going to have to give me a fucking second.”

“You’ve had several.”

I nip at her shoulder, and Calliope turns her head until her eyes find mine. She presses back into me without looking away. I’ve spent enough time watching her to make sure she knows how much I love it, and now she’s using that knowledge against me.

“Goddamn, Pea. Look at you.” My hand tightens around her hip as I move closer behind her. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

Calliope moves against me, pulling a broken sound from my chest as her fingers tighten around mine. Having her this close after two days of keeping my hands to myself is already pushing me closer than I’m ready for.

“Jubal.”

I lift my head, and the way she says my name has every bit of my attention on her. I trail my fingers slowly up her stomach, feeling her muscles tighten beneath my touch. “Tell me what you want, Pea.”

“You.”

She pushes her hips back toward me as I guide my cock between her legs, dragging a groan from deep in my chest. Calliope’s fingers clamp around mine as I sink deeper, and the first tight squeeze of her around me nearly takes my knees out.

“Fuck, Pea.” I brace my hand beside hers on the couch, trying to breathe through how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. “You feel so fucking good.”

“More.”

She moves against me, and whatever patience I might have found disappears. I thrust harder, and Calliope meets me just as hard, pushing back into every stroke until neither of us is waiting for the other anymore.

“Yeah, just like that.” I watch the way her body moves with mine, every response feeding the next. “You’re taking me so fucking good.”

She reaches behind her until her hand finds the back of my neck, dragging me down to her. Her nails catch in my hair when our mouths meet, the angle fucking terrible, but she keeps chasing my lips every time our bodies pull us apart.

“I love you,” she breathes against my mouth.

My hips falter, and I catch myself against the couch as another I love you slips past her lips like she gets to do this to me whenever she fucking wants now. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

The next thrust comes harder than I mean it to, and Calliope’s breathless laugh breaks apart into a moan.

“Jesus Christ, Pea.” I catch her mouth again, barely managing the kiss while she keeps moving against me. “I fucking love you too.”

Her fingers tighten in my hair as she turns her face toward me, and I can’t look anywhere else. Her lips are swollen from kissing me, her breathing ragged as she pushes back into every thrust, and those dark eyes stay locked on mine.

“Fuck, Pea. You love knowing I’m watching you, don’t you?” I barely recognize my voice anymore as her answer dissolves into a moan when I thrust harder. “That’s my good girl.”

Calliope trembles against me, her fingers tightening in my hair as I feel her getting closer. I keep moving with her, matching every desperate push of her hips until the rhythm we found falls apart as she tightens around me. Her hand stays tangled with mine as another moan tears out of her, louder this time. Heat crawls up my spine, and I’m getting too close to hold on much longer, but I want hers first. I want to feel what I’m doing to her while she’s still reaching back for me like she can’t get enough either.

“Come with me.”

Her fingers clamp down on mine as she tightens around me, and I stay with her through every shudder. Feeling her come while those dark eyes are still on mine tears through the last of my control, and pleasure hits me hard enough to leave my legs shaking as I follow her over the edge, gripping her hand through every pulse.

I barely manage to catch myself against the couch when my body finally gives out, my chest pressed to Calliope’s back while we both fight to catch our breath. I bury my face in her braids and stay there until the pounding in my chest eases and my legs feel like they might hold me again. Calliope’s grip on my hand loosens, but before I can move, she turns her palm against mine and threads our fingers together. My arms tighten around her on instinct, pulling her closer as I press my mouth into her hair. Eventually, we manage to separate long enough to clean up and find enough clothes to make it to my bedroom. Calliope pulls on one of my shirts before climbing beneath the covers beside me, but when I reach for her, her hand catches mine.

“I think you broke me.”

“Pretty sure that was mutual.”

She buries her face against my chest, and I let my hand wander over her back while she gets comfortable.