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“Taking you to my bed.”

I started race walking towards the stairs.

“Don’t blame me if you hurt yourself carrying me around,” she warned.

Abby was tall, but she wasn’t particularly heavy, not for a guy that was used to carrying bags of feed and caring for large animals.

“You’re a doctor,” I reminded her. “You can fix me if I get injured.”

“I’m a vet, I can’t treat your back. I’m only licensed to do things like deworming and neutering.”

“I don’t need either of those,” I assured her as I carried her up the stairs.

“Thank God.”

Abby

Peter carrying me up the stairs like I was a tiny little woman was easily the hottest thing that I’d ever experienced. Having someone who seemed desperate to sleep with me was as unusual as my own feeling that I was absolutely going to die if I did not get him naked as soon as possible.

With that in mind, the instant Peter put me on my feet I damn near started tearing off his clothes. He laughed, stilling the hand that was struggling with his belt. My eyes moved up from the giant bulge pressing against his fly to look at his face.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong, darlin’. I just want to take my time with you.”

I lifted my hands to cup his cheeks, and when his eyes met mine, I said, “Take your time next time. It’s been too damned long for both of us. I need you, Peter.”

I’d never once told anyone that I needed them. Desire flared in his eyes, and I resumed my efforts to get him undressed. Meanwhile he plucked at the buttons of the flannel shirt I’d borrowed from his mother. I unzipped his jeans, carefully pulling his boxers around his cock until it sprung free, thick, erect, and angry looking. I licked my lips.

“Next time,” he said, reaching to unclasp my bra. “It’s been too damned long for both of us.”

I grinned as he echoed my words.

Peter walked us back to the bed and we toppled sideways, kissing and touching. He got up on his knees to pull off my jeans and underwear and when I was as naked as he was, he pushed me onto my back and scooted down between my legs.

The first touch of his tongue made my hips punch up in the air. It had been a long, long time since anyone had done this, and I felt incredibly sensitive.

“Oh. Peter.”

My voice was soft and breathless as he continued exploring my folds with his tongue. He cupped his hands under my ass, tilting my hips and pressing deep inside me with his tongue. Peter ate me out the same way I’d seen him do everything: with a quiet but intense focus.

I was close to coming just from this, but I needed more. Sliding my hand down, I began teasing my clitoris, pressing and tapping. The combination of sensations sent me over the edge.

“Peter!”

That was all I got out before my orgasm hit me, making me shudder beneath Peter’s tongue as he continued to wring pleasure out of me. I finally threw my hands out with a dramatic sigh, and he looked up at me from between my thighs. My juices glistened against his scruff, and it was one of the most erotic things I’d seen in my life.

When he crawled up my body and kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. The orgasm had taken the edge off, but I was still strung tight. I needed more.

“I need you inside me,” I said. “Get on your back.”

His eyes widened. “I had no idea you were such a bossy little thing,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes and pushed on his chest. Peter shifted onto his back, and I swung my leg over him.

“Try not to knee me in the junk this time,” he teased.

“Do you really want to mess with me when I’ve got you in such a vulnerable position?” I sassed back as I straddled him.