I felt the orgasm rip apart inside me, felt my pussy squeeze around his cock, and I wrapped around him, yanked my hand free of his and curled my legs around his waist and clawed my fingernails down his back as I came with such intensity that tears started in my eyes and the waves of climax physically wracked me and my voice was hoarse from shrill breathless screams.

  "Holy shit, Temple--Temple," Duke gasped, awed, reverent, stunned.

  "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!" I cried out, "come with me, Duke, now, come with me now!"

  "Now, Temple. Do you feel me?" He wedged a hand under my head and jerked me up, his lips smashing against mine, his mouth trembling, his breath coming ragged.

  He wrapped his other hand under my ass and lifted me up bodily so he was upright on his knees and I was impaled on his cock and he was holding me clenched against his body, his face buried in the side of my neck, his hips swiveling, his cock drilling up into me. I clung to him and hooked my feet together behind his back, lifting myself up and letting myself fall onto him, my lips at his ear, my teeth scraping, breath stuttering in gasping whimpers.

  "I feel you," I whispered. "I feel us."

  "Us," he repeated.

  "Us."

  He pulled his head back far enough that he could meet my eyes. And that was when he came. He released with a bellow, an animal growl, and even through the condom I felt the power of his orgasm. He slammed up into me hard, hard, so fucking hard, his hips slapping up against my ass, his hands clutching my buttocks and spreading them apart so his thrusts drove deeper than ever, fucking as deep as he could go, and now as he came his thrusts went staccato, more powerful then ever but arrhythmic.

  "Temple--Temple--Temple--" he chanted my name as he fucked me, but I knew this was so much more than fucking, infinitely more, because neither of us dared look away.

  He poured himself into me with his eyes open and boring into mine, and I came around him, quaking and shuddering and gasping and whimpering and sobbing, feeling my tits bounce with each powerful thrust.

  He finally finished his orgasm, and allowed us to fall to the bed, me on my back, and him above me.

  I buried my hands in his hair, tangling my fingers tight against his scalp and yanked him down to me and kissed him, biting his lip and demanding his tongue, my pussy spasming around his cock. He shuddered, hips still flexing out of involuntary reflex, and his moan as I kissed him came from the depths of his soul, as did the sob from me.

  A long moment spent kissing and shuddering and shivering together, and then he flopped to one side, pulling out of me, and then cradling me in his arms. I curled against him automatically, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to snuggle against his chest, my thigh across his, my hand on his belly, low, just above the slackening, condom-sheathed length of his cock. The tip of the condom was heavy with his come, and his breath came in ragged heaves.

  "Jesus," he gasped, after a moment. "That was..."

  "I had no idea," I said.

  He swiveled his head to look at me. "Me either."

  "So the one mutual orgasm you had--"

  "Was a firecracker in comparison to what we just did together," he finished for me. "That was...nuclear. I don't know any other word for it."

  "It's not just that I've never felt anything like that before," I said. "Which is true, but everything I've done with you so far is just...new, and different, and better. This was...fuck. I don't even know how to say it. It was just...I didn't even know it was possible for sex to be...just--"

  "So much more, in every single way?"

  I nodded, and then, for some reason, kissed his chest. Once my lips found his skin, I couldn't quite stop them from exploring. First I kissed his chest, the flat hard bulge of his pec, and then across between them, leaning over him, pressing against him.

  "Temple?" He seemed as confused as I was by what I was doing.

  I looked up at him. "I don't know what I'm doing. Not with any of this."

  "Me either," he answered, "but...keep going."

  9: TAKEN

  Holy shit. Just...holy fucking shit. We'd cuddled. I'd never done that. Never. Once the chick and I were finished, I wouldn't necessarily just bounce out of there or kick her out, but I sure as hell didn't fucking snuggle. But with Temple, it just felt like the easiest, most natural thing in the world to snug her into my arms against my chest and hold here there. And the weirdest fucking part was that it didn't feel weird at all.

  And then she started kissing my chest. Like, what the fuck? But it felt...incredible. Not sexual, but...affectionate. Still erotic, but in a tender way. And I liked it. I wanted her to keep doing it. So I touched her wherever I could reach her as she moved over me, kissing my skin. I caressed her shoulder, her hair, her waist, as she gradually moved closer and closer to me, moving more and more on top of me, her mouth exploring my body. She started at my chest, and then moved to my ribs, then up to my opposite shoulder, and by that point she was basically laying on top of me. Her hands were busy too, just sliding and touching and clutching. Her lips found my neck, my throat, underneath my chin--and god, that, her lips kissing the soft underside of my jaw, it was so crazy intensely personal and just so...much--for lack of a better word--that I couldn't breathe. Then, Jesus, then her lips stuttered and jumped and flicked over my jawline and up to my cheek, kissing, cheek to cheekbone and then to just this side of my ear, her breath loud and hot on my ear. I had a double handful of her ass, clutching and kneading, and then as her kisses went up to my face and my hands slid, of their volition, up to her back and into her hair.

  Temple kept going, her lips touching delicately to my eyes, down the side of my nose, to my mouth. Her breasts were flattened against my chest, her stomach on my waist, her body diagonal to mine. And her hands? One was on my chest, just resting, and the other was stroking my thighs and exploring my abs, deliberately ignoring my cock in a way which told me that was exactly what she was thinking about.

  She finally pressed her mouth to mine, her breath warm on my lips, and then her teeth clacked against mine and her tongue slid between my teeth and the kiss was slow and hesitant and taut with so much intensity both of us shook from the potency of it.

  And then Temple broke the kiss and looked down my body. She sat up, glanced at me, and then back to my cock. With two fingers she angled my still-slack dick away from my body, circled those two fingers around me at the root, and with her other hand she carefully and slowly peeled the condom off of me. Sliding off the bed, she went into the adjoining bathroom with the condom, her beautiful, pale, juicy round ass swaying and jiggling with each step. The view as she walked back toward me was just as incredible: her tits bouncing and swaying, her pussy playing peekaboo at each step, her body trim and strong and lithe, yet with enough flesh and curves and bounce to make my mouth water and my cock sit up and take notice...and her face, goddamn, her face. Those eyes, bright blue streaked with brown and green, fierce and wild and intense and playful, her features so perfect, so fucking beautiful, so lovely. There was a reason she was as famous as she was--Temple Kennedy was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, even just from the shoulders up...include the erotic perfection of her goddess body, and she became every man's fantasy.

  And she was with me, naked for me. Climbing into bed with me.

  She'd come all over me, clung to me, chanted my name as we fucked--

  Not fucked. It wasn't just fucking. It was--god, I wish I had a word for it.

  Except for the obvious word, of course, the word I've never said, never heard spoken to me, a concept I've never believed in. Was it that? I refused to even think the word, but I could skirt around it mentally as I watched Temple sway and bounce from the bathroom back to the bed.

  Was it that word?

  Fuck...it was. I mean, as far as I could tell, that's what this was. The most cliche shit in the world: one amazing fuck with the right woman, and I was falling for her. And yeah, I was acutely aware that she was falling for me.

  Just go with it, Thresh had said. Don't fight it. There's no point.

  The right girl, she'll make you feel like more of a man, not less.

  Just go with it.

  But...how? I couldn't even think the L-word, much less say it. Plus, it was fucking nuts. I just met the woman. It's not possible. Insta-love isn't real. You don't just meet someone and fall in love that same day--even after a day like the one we've had.

  You don't know shit.

  Temple was on the bed, crawling for me on all fours. Breasts swaying beneath her, hair falling in blonde waves on either side of her gorgeous face. When she reached my thighs, she stopped.

  "Now...where was I?" she asked.

  I swallowed hard. "Kissing me."

  "Where?"

  I tapped my lips. "Here."

  She grinned. "Oh...yeah. That's right." She ran her palms up my thighs. "I'm thinking maybe I'll start over...down here."

  And she kissed my thigh, just above my kneecap. And then higher. She pushed my other leg aside, and kissed around toward the inside of my thigh, her hands on either side of her mouth, fingernails gently scraping as she slid upward, kissing. It was hard to breathe when she did that, when she kissed me like that. Made it hard to think.

  "Temple--what are you doing to me?" I heard myself say.

  "Kissing you," she answered, the words huffing against my inner thigh, inches from my balls. "Kissing you everywhere."

  "You're making me crazy."

  "Good. I like it when you're crazy."

  "But I don't--I don't know how to handle it. It's--fuck. It's crazy." I gasped helplessly as she breathed a hot breath across my balls and then kissed my opposite thigh mere millimeters away. "It's too much."

  One hand on each thigh, lips traipsing and teasing and kissing toward my hip, she paused when she reached my hipbone, glancing up at me. "Too much, huh?"

  "Yeah. I don't know--It's fucking crazy."

  She laughed. "So you've said."

  "It's--it's the way you're kissing me. It's not just the teasing, it's--"

  Her eyes found mine, knife sharp and intense and fierce. "It's us, Duke. That's what you can't handle. The way I'm kissing you? It's because I'm kissing you like I..." she trailed off, swallowing hard.

  "Don't say it, Temple."

  "But that's what it is, isn't it?"

  "Yeah, but...fuck. That's what it is, and I know it, you know it, we both know it. But that doesn't mean we have to say it. We can acknowledge it, but we don't have to say it."

  I was worried she'd take it the wrong way, thinking I was afraid of her, or of the word, or of commitment. And really, that's what it was, that's exactly what it was, all of it, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt panic hit, fear that she'd miss the deeper truth of what I was saying.

  "I know you're afraid of this--"

  "One thing you should know about me is that I never back down from a challenge," I said, interrupting her. "If I discover something I'm afraid of, I face it. I take it on, and I defeat it."

  "I wasn't doubting--"

  I brushed my thumb across her cheekbone. "My point is that fear doesn't stop me. It doesn't rule me, doesn't own me." I made sure she saw my eyes; saw the truth in my gaze. "Yeah, this shit between us scares me. But that won't hold me back, Temple. I just--I'm not quite ready yet, even if I see things for what they are."

  Temple's eyes watered, and she blinked hard. "Duke, I--"

  "You don't have to say anything, Temple. I just wanted to clarify."

  She laughed. "You need to learn to let me get a word in edgewise every now and then."

  Her hands resumed their exploratory caressing of my thighs, sliding up to cup the sides of my hips and brush the outsides of my buttocks and then tracing back down toward my knees, and then up again, her hands brushing inches from my cock, which was beginning to regain feeling, blood pumping through me and into my eager-for-more dick.

  I held still, letting Temple do what she wanted, curious to see where she'd take this.

  When I didn't say anything else, she pressed a slow, damp kiss to the inside of my left thigh, so close to my groin now that her cheek brushed my balls as she kissed my leg. "What I was going to say, before you interrupted me, was that I know you're afraid of this thing we've got, and so am I. And I agree. We don't have to make it...that. It's more than just fucking, but it doesn't have to be labeled. Not yet. I'm not ready for that, either."

  I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god."

  "It's crazy," she said, "but it's real, too, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise."

  I gasped again as she slid her mouth over my flesh up from inner thigh along my balls and the root of my cock to my belly, her cheek brushing me, her mouth leaving a wet trail along my skin. My cock was hardening, now, but she ignored it even though it was thickening and straightening against the side of her face. She kissed my belly just above the root of my cock, nudging my shaft out of the way with her cheek, and her hands caressed my abs, then slid down to follow the progress of her mouth, a hand on either side of her face. My cock was resting on top of the back of her hand, and now her mouth lifted and crossed over my dick and landed on my belly on the other side, kissing across to my hip, down to my thigh, and then back across to press light, wet, teasing, tongue-flicking kisses at the tender, sensitive crease where my balls met my body.

  "Temple--" I wasn't sure what her game was, but it felt incredible.

  I was fully hard now, and she'd only touched my cock incidentally.

  "Hush." She slid up my body to lean over me, tips of her tits grazing my chest, and pressed two fingers to my lips. "Just...hold still and shut up."

  I tucked my hands behind my head. "You got it, Fancy."

  She kissed her way back down and then she glanced up at me, and then back to my cock, a smile spreading across her lips. Inching closer, she moved upward and opened her mouth, glancing up at me, so close to taking me in her mouth now that I was tensed, abs drawn inward in anticipation.

  "That's what you want?" she breathed.

  "Fuck yeah," I growled.

  She slid downward again; still so close I could feel her breath on my skin. Her hands scraped over my flesh on either side of my dick, and her mouth was opening and her tongue was snaking out to flick against the taut, sensitive flesh of my testicle. "How about that?"

  "God. Yeah, Princess. That too. Anything. Jesus, anything."

  "You want this?" She flattened her hand palm down and rubbed it up the length of my cock. "Want me to touch you?"

  I couldn't help flexing my hips. "Fuck--fuck...yeah."

  Her tongue flickered out again, and then her lips pressed an almost-kiss to the outside of my sac. "You want me to take your balls in my mouth?"

  I was beyond words already, incapable of much more than an unintelligible grunt. "Unh...yeah...just like that--"

  She scraped the length of my cock from tip to root with a fingernail, and kissed my sac again, a slow, wet, full kiss. "I think I might like a little begging. You made me beg, well...how's that phrase go? Turnabout is fair play?"

  I laughed, and the laugh turned to a groan as she teased another not quite touch along my cock and flicked her tongue against my sac yet again. "Fuck, Temple."

  I didn't beg. I'd never begged anyone for anything in my life.

  But when I hesitated, she took her hand away from my dick and moved her mouth away, went back to teasing, sliding her hand over my abs, close to my cock but not touching it, kissing just this close to my balls, but not quite there.

  And just like that, I realized I really would do anything for this girl. I'd cross every line I'd never been willing to cross for anyone else.

  Her eyes were on me, watching me process through it; she had a small, secret smile curving the perfect cupid's bow of her lips. "Well?" She moved her mouth over me, breathing on my balls, up my shaft, then pressed her cheek to my belly so her mouth was in position to take me in, teasing, tongue flicking out against my tip. She made her voice deep, "'Please, Temple, I'm begging you. Take my balls in your mouth. Please, please, put your hands on my big monster cock.'"

  I laughed, struggling to keep still, fighting the urge to pounce on her and make her beg. I wanted to pin her against the wall and fuck her senseless, wanted to pin her hands over her head and fuck her so slowly she'd beg me to let her come. Instead, I listened to Thresh's advice: I went with it.

  "Temple, please. Touch me. Lick me, suck me, fuck me. Do whatever you want, just...please touch me." I wasn't faking it, wasn't pretending, wasn't just saying what she wanted to hear; I genuinely, deeply wanted to know what she wanted to do to me, wanted to feel what she wanted to give me. "I'm begging you Temple. Please, please touch me."

  Her grin was ear-to-ear, pleased, thrilled, and still erotic. She took my cock in her mouth, and then immediately backed away, making a face. "Mmm--yuck...you taste like condom."

  "Shit, I guess I would, huh?"

  Temple wrapped both hands around my shaft and stroked me tip to root, slowly. "That's okay, because I can still do this..." and she twisted her hands slowly in opposite directions as she stroked me, over and over. "And this..." and then she took my sac into her mouth, bit by bit at first, just one side, kissing the flesh, tonguing me.

  Then, as her fists slid up my cock and plunged back down, she took more of my balls into her mouth and then back out. One of her hands cupped them, lifting them, caressing, and kept kissing and tonguing and taking the taut sensitive sac into her mouth; all the while her other hand was squeezing my cock, twisting around the head, brushing her thumb over the tip and then plunging down.

  It didn't take long before I was fighting the urge to flex my hips, to fuck her hand, to make the push for orgasm.

  Only...Temple knew. She felt it, felt me tensing, felt something less tangible.

  The moment I felt that urge, she was crawling up toward the head of the bed, snagging a condom from the string and tearing it open. Kneeling beside me, she rolled it down my shaft,.

  "I need you inside me again, Duke," she murmured. "But I want to do it my way, this time."

  "This is all you," I said. "Whatever you want, anything you want."

  "Don't move. Don't touch me. Just...lay there."

  I couldn't help a grin. "Won't work, sweetheart."