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"When I want to."

I hook two fingers under the front of the collar again and walk her backward across the rug. She doesn't look behind her. She keeps her eyes on my face and lets me steer her until her shoulder blades hit the bedroom door she knocked on.

She jumps at the cold of the wood against her back. I press her wrists flat to the door beside her hips.

"You listened at doors for a year," I tell her. "You listened for boots on the stairs. Tonight you're going to remember this one."

I let go of her wrists. "Leave them there. That's where I put them."

She leaves them there. I go down on my knees on the floorboards.

I hook her left knee over my shoulder and spread her open with my thumbs and put my mouth on her. She's slick and hot and swollen, and she tastes like she's been wet all day. I lick her from the bottom all the way up and stop at her clit, and her hips jerk off the door. I flatten my hand on her belly and push her back against the wood and hold her there.

I take my time with her. I drag my tongue up through her slow, from her opening to her clit, and circle it until her hips twitch. Then I suck her clit into my mouth and work it with the flat of my tongue, hard, until she sobs my name, and I ease off to soft, lazy licks just to hear her curse me. Her taste fills my mouth, salt and musk, and she's so wet it runs down my chin.

I push two fingers into her while I suck on her. She's hot and slick and clenching, and I curl them and drag them along the front wall inside her, slow, in time with my tongue. Her thigh shakes against my ear. She's making a high, thin sound in her throat that climbs every time I curl my fingers. The door thumps against its frame every time she bucks, and her hands stay flat on the wood, right where I put them.

When she's right at the edge, I keep my fingers buried in her and close my other hand around her left wrist, my fingers wrapped over the scar, and I hold on.

The second my hand closes, she comes. She comes loud, with her head thrown back against the door and my name breaking out of her. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers in hard, pulling squeezes, and her clit throbs under my tongue.

I keep my mouth on her and my hand on her wrist and make her ride it all the way through. When she starts to twist away from my tongue, I follow her. I give her one last long, slow lick from my fingers to her clit that makes her shout, and only then do I slide my fingers out of her and lift my head.

I ease her leg down off my shoulder and get up off my knees, wiping my mouth on the back of my wrist. She's sagging against the door with her palms still flat on the wood and her thigh trembling, flushed from her collar down to her breasts. I open my jeans and shove them and my briefs down just far enough. My cock springs free, so hard it aches, and the head is already wet. She looks down at it and licks her lips.

"Wrap your legs around me."

I get one arm under her ass and lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. The doorknob digs into her hip, so I move her sideways, pressing her back against the door where I can support her weight.

I catch both her wrists in my left hand and pin them above her head. My right arm stays locked beneath her ass, holding her against me. I adjust my stance, bringing her closer until there's nothing between us but the denim bunched around my thighs.

She tries to lower herself onto me, but I hold her where she is.

"Not yet."

I line up and push into her while she's still pulsing. She's so swollen and tight that I have to work my way in a little at a time. Her body grips the head of my cock and fights me, then gives, and I sink deeper while she cries out against my shoulder the whole way down. The snaps of my shirt press into her bare breasts.

"Too much," she gasps.

I quit moving and watch her face. She isn't pulling away from me. Her heels are hooked behind my thighs, pulling me deeper.

"Hurting you," I ask her, "or too much to stand?"

"Too much to stand." Her hips roll down onto me, and she takes the rest of me. "Don't you stop."

"Then take it."

I start to fuck her against the door. I keep the strokes long and easy at first. I drag almost all the way out of her, until just the head is left inside, and slide back in deep, so she feels me stretch her open again with every stroke. The door holds her while I move her up the wood and let her slide back down onto me.

She's oversensitive, and every stroke makes her shudder and clench around me and twist in my grip. Her pussy flutters every time I slide back in, like she's still coming. I don't let her get away from any of it. I hold her wrists to the door and her body to mine. I give it to her at my pace until the shudders turn to heat, and she starts rolling her hips down to meet every stroke.

"There," I tell her against her ear. "That's what I wanted."

The door shakes in its frame with every stroke now, loud in the quiet house. Her head turns at the sound, out of habit, toward the hall on the other side of it. I put my mouth on her throat right above the collar and suck on the skin there, and she turns her face back to me.

"That's just this house. That's just me fucking you hard enough to shake it."

She laughs, wild and breathless, and then she groans when I thrust up into her.