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She used her
fingers to make sure the condom was secure and then pulled her body up,
scooting up his legs until she was kneeling above his pelvis.

“Fuck, Erin,” he
breathed, reaching to hold her by the hips. “You’re incredible. And so
beautiful.”

Something
fluttery awoke in her belly at the awed expression in his eyes. For the first
time in ages, Erin actually
felt
beautiful, even though she was naked
and still couldn't fit into all her old clothes.

She lined
herself up over his cock, moving carefully until she was able to lower herself
over him, sheathing his erection in the hot clasp of her body.

She felt tight
and full with him inside her, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her
hands splayed out on his chest and her legs folded on either side of his lean
hips.

Seth had closed
his eyes as he'd entered her, and his fingers were now digging into her hips. “Yes.
Fuck, yes.”

Erin had been a
little afraid that having a baby had changed her body irrevocably, so she was
overwhelmingly relieved that he was still visibly affected by simply being
inside her. Relieved that he still seemed to like it.

She hummed in
her throat—the last of her insecurities fading completely as she felt a wave of
both power and need wash over her. Right now, she was straddling Seth, who was
naked and prone and pulsing with leashed energy beneath her.

That
seemed to be the priority at the moment.

She closed her
eyes and rocked over him, experimenting with angles and sensations to decide
what felt the best. She moaned softly as his hard flesh shifted inside her,
evoking delicious tingles of feeling.

Seth didn’t say
anything but, when she opened her eyes, his gaze was hot and deep and speaking.
Erin whimpered again, from the feelings in her chest as much as from the
feelings between her legs.

Instinctively,
she squeezed her inner muscles around him, causing him to buck up in a jerky
little thrust. “Fuck,” he gasped, his fingers tightening on her hips.

Erin released a
short, wordless cry in response to his thrust, and that jolt of sensation did
away with the last of her control.  The coiled tension couldn’t be held back
anymore. Her body ached for him—
all
of her ached for him.

She started to
ride him for real, bracing herself with her hands on his chest.

“Yes,” Seth
hissed again, his lids falling halfway shut as he watched her moving over him. “Yes,
Erin.”

For the first
minute, Erin rode him silently, only her accelerating breathing marking the
building pressure at her center. Then she felt an orgasm welling up unexpectedly,
far sooner than she would have predicted.

“Oh, God,” she
grunted, her bouncing growing more rapid as the friction pushed her closer to
release. “Oh, God.”

“Erin.” Seth hands
slid up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were slightly damp from leaking
earlier, but neither she nor Seth seemed to notice or care. “You feel
incredible.” His pelvis moved in time with her motion above him, and his
features grew tenser and tenser as together they shook the sturdy bed.

Erin was
already beyond complete sentences. “Yeah,” she gasped, moving her hands to her
own thighs. Seth’s cock was sliding easily in her pussy, and she leaned
backward a little, instinctively trying to feel him in a different way.

She reached
behind her so she could grab his strong thighs, leaning back even farther. “Yeah.”

 “Yes, Erin,
come.” His hands moved down to her hips. His head was lifted off the bed, and
his eyes shifted from her contorted face, to her jiggling breasts, to his cock
sliding in and out of her body. “Come, baby, come.”

She rode him as
wildly as her thighs could manage, desperately needing the friction, getting
more and more frantic as his cock moved in just the right way and the shaking
of their erotic rhythm stimulated all the rest of her body. She kept trying to
open her eyes, wanting to see him, wanting to share this with him as much as
she could.

Seth was
grunting now too, and muscles were twitching in his clenched jaw and his right
temple. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, clearly nearing some limits of his own. “Come
soon.”

She was damp
with perspiration, and it felt like her cheeks were scorching off her face. Her
hair flew all over, stray tendrils sticking to her cheeks and her mouth. Her
breasts felt overly swollen, felt tight and full and pulsing. And her body was
moving on its own, driven by some kind of uncontrollable need.

She couldn’t
stop grunting, the sounds forced out of her throat, forming words whenever she
could think of them.

She was right
on the edge, the pressure swelling up to an extent that was excruciating, that
was some kind of sensual torture. But, despite her frantic efforts, she
couldn’t claim her release.

Her vocal
responses grew louder and more agonized as she felt the energy in her thighs
dwindling. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate more on pure sensation.

Then she felt Seth
release her hip with one hand. Felt his fingers fumbling in the vicinity of her
clit. Despite her urgent motion, he managed to press into the throbbing,
sensitive bit of flesh.

And it was all
she needed to come.

The feel of his
fingers rubbing her clit mingled with the desperate pressure beneath her belly.
And for one endless moment she froze, with her back arched dramatically and her
fingers gouging into Seth’s thighs.

Then her pussy
started to contract around Seth’s cock, and the spasms radiated out, causing
her entire body to shake with pleasure. Her mouth fell open in a hoarse cry of
release, and she leaned forward without thinking, needing to be even closer to Seth.

As the
throbbing pleasure enveloped her, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled her
upper body down, hearing Seth’s strangled groan as the angle and depth of
penetration shifted dramatically with her change of position.

She tried to
kiss him, her mouth clumsy and hungry. Realized that his mouth was clumsy and
hungry as well.

Then she was
aware of something else. Could feel the spasms of her orgasm in her breasts.

There was
nothing she could do. It was happening on its own. The letdown reflex had taken
over, so her breasts and Seth’s chest were wet with her milk.

Seth didn’t
even seem to notice. His face twisted with effort and pleasure. His grunts had
turned into harsh, agonized exclamations. Erin was still leaning down over him,
but she had to hold on as Seth’s body rocked uncontrollably beneath her.

“Yeah,” she
gasped, realizing he was on the verge of coming but was trying to fight against
it. “Yeah, Seth. You come too.”

At her words,
he stared up at her face—just a few inches from his—and their eyes met. His
eyes were wild, feral, almost pained in their need. But he held her gaze as he
let out a muted roar and jerked his pelvis up into her a few more times.

He came, and
she saw the transformation on his face, in his eyes. The tension breaking and a
flood of raw pleasure overwhelming him.

It was like
nothing she’d ever experienced, and the pleasure Erin felt from watching him
almost rivaled the lingering feel of her own orgasm.

She was slumped
against him when his body began to relax at last. His arms had moved around
her, clutching at her, holding her tightly against him.

Erin realized
she was whimpering a little, from fatigue and satisfaction and something even
deeper that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

“Erin?” Seth
murmured.

With great
effort, she managed to lift her face from where it had been pressed into the
nook between his neck and shoulder. She felt Seth’s hand in her hair, curving
around her skull.

Then he was
kissing her again—this time soft, leisurely, tender. The sweetest thing she’d
ever known.

Her eyes burned
when she finally pulled away, unable to handle any more of it. She was once
more aware of the liquid all over her breasts, dripping down the sides of Seth's
chest. She reached for the towel, wiping her breasts off and then Seth’s chest
and belly.

He kept
watching her, and she tried not to wonder what he was thinking.

Realizing Seth’s
cock was starting to soften, she pulled off him, letting him grab the base of
the condom to hold it in place until their bodies parted.

“Well,” she
said resignedly, collapsing next to him on the bed. “At least the milk didn’t
spray all over, the way some women say it does for them.”

Seth chuckled
faintly and rolled off the bed to take care of the condom.

Erin stretched
out. Finished wiping herself off with the towel. Decided she felt pretty damned
good and that the sex had been quite successful, despite the excessive leakage.

When Seth
returned to the bed, he was rather quiet. He lay on his back and stared up at
the ceiling.

Kind of
surprised that he didn’t pull her into his arms, Erin rolled over and draped
herself against his side, feeling like she wanted to cuddle a little. “Hey.”

He turned his
head to look at her. “Hey,” he murmured with a slight smile.

"You
weirded out?"

"No."

"Unsettled?"

"No."
He paused. "Not by the milk, anyway. In fact, it’s an excellent means of
assessing whether a woman's orgasm is genuine."

Erin snorted. Then
realized what he'd said, and she felt a little pang that something had
unsettled him, even if it wasn't her leaking all over him. “You okay?”

“Of course. It
was incredible.” He made a face. “It would have been nice if I could have made
it a little long—”

Erin’s groan of
exasperation interrupted him before he could finish. “For God’s sake, Seth. That
was amazing sex. Why would you think you needed to last any longer?”

He shrugged
with one shoulder. “Well, our previous experiences have set the bar at a
certain level, so my expectations in terms of how much I please you are
unusually high.”

 “Pompous
idiot.” She caressed his chest, trailing her hand down to his flat belly. “One
orgasm was more than enough for me. You pleased me...a lot. And what else would
you expect? It’s been a long time, since we’ve...I mean, for me, it’s been...” She
cut off her words, feeling a little awkward all of a sudden. Wished she hadn’t
brought the subject up.

Seth met her
eyes evenly. “Six months,” he finished. “It’s been six months, for
both
of us.”

Erin had to
look away. Couldn’t handle the intensity and depth in his eyes. Couldn’t believe
he hadn’t had sex in six months.

Couldn’t
believe he hadn’t had sex with anyone since her.

Felt
overwhelmed and like she might suffocate on a strange ache in her throat, in
her chest, in her belly.

There were a
lot of questions and reflections lingering on the borders of her conscious
mind, but she wasn’t quite ready to deal with them yet.

To distract
herself from the overload of feeling and confusion, she stared down at her hand
as it stroked the softer flesh of Seth’s lower belly. Then, without any conscious
decision, her fingers slipped even lower. Caressed his sated cock—aware of
something strangely protective, possessive, and tender as she played with his
him almost idly.

When she found
the courage to glance up at his face again, she saw that he was watching her
with fond amusement. “Having fun?”

She grinned,
her hand shifting to fondle his balls. “Yep. I never get to have any fun with
it when it isn’t hard.”

Seth made a
sound that suspiciously resembled a snort. “In general, it’s more fun when it’s
hard. Which is why it’s a shame when it doesn’t stay hard for as long as it's
supposed to.”

 “You aren’t
going to start bemoaning your lack of control again, are you? I
like
that you came when you did.” Although her tone was grumpy, she recognized that
she was speaking the truth.

Seth arched one
eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“That’s right. It
made me feel...” She couldn’t think of the right word. What she wanted to say
was “special,” but that sounded far too stupid to voice. When she realized Seth
was waiting expectantly for her to complete her sentence, she scowled again. “And,
furthermore, only an arrogant clod would think that he—”

She stopped
again, this time because something flared up in Seth’s eyes. Something familiar
but completely unexpected.

She was still
holding his cock in her hand, stroking it with her thumb, and her fingers
tightened slightly as she recognized what the look in Seth’s eyes must mean.

“Would you call
me arrogant, pompous and egotistical,” Seth began, speaking in a luscious,
husky drawl, “if I say there’s a chance I might be able to make up for the
control I lacked before?”

“Uh,” Erin
mumbled, gaping at him in surprise.

She felt his
cock twitch in her hand.

“Oh,” she said
at last, her befuddled mind finally realizing the new possibilities. "Already?"

It wasn’t even
midnight yet.

Her eyes were
wide as she gazed at his face, and her mouth wobbled a little—in excitement, in
anticipation, in irony. “Oh, goodie.”

***

It wasn’t long before Seth was
fully erect again.

Erin had
continued fondling him, strangely delighted by the feel of his hardening
beneath her hand. When he was fully erect and had started sucking in his breath
with harsh hisses every time she stroked up the length of him, she reached over
for another condom packet and ripped it open.

Seth’s face was
slightly flushed, but he managed to arch one eyebrow in dry inquiry. “Are you
going to put that on with your mouth again?”

“I don’t know. Probably
not. I don’t want all my good moves to get boring too soon.”

“That
would
be a shame. When did you learn that particular skill, anyway?” He sat up and
reached out for the condom. Started to roll it on himself.