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This time he wasn't nervous. He wasn't sure exactly why, as he stopped outside Lily's door and knocked softly, because maybe he should be; of everything they had done together, this was probably the newest thing of them all, and though she had assured him that it was almost entirely safe...

But he wasn't nervous. He wasn't sure what he felt, humming through him. But it wasn't at all unpleasant.

In his other hand was a single long-stemmed rose, which felt appropriate, but it also felt something like an afterthought. This wasn't a date like the others.

She was going to show him something he had never seen before. And he almost couldn't wait.

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"Why do you think I'm saying it?" Lily asked in return, drawing in a sharp breath when he tugged her closer. She'd spent time with dancers before, was used to strong men, but Delta was bigger, stronger, and when pressed against him, she felt much smaller than she usually did. Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers curling over the edge of his hip as she ducked her head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Although I guess we'll both have to get up at some point," she teased gently, her lips moving over his skin. "Staying here for weeks is sort of optimistic."

"Eleanor will worry," he murmured, but not with any real urgency. By his estimation they had at least another couple of hours. And he could always call her. He tipped his head back, humming softly, and the pleasure he felt now was lower, deeper, less needy but no less intense.

"I wonder what it would be like to do this in a dream." It occurred to him that they really might have hours there, in only a short time.

"We can find out," she said against his skin, pressing kisses to his shoulder, then lower, against his chest. They would have that chance, but she was still glad they'd come out of it now, the first time, glad that they'd been able to make it real, give Delta a memory of it. Her thumb rubbed circles against his hip as she glanced up, cheek against his chest, smiling up at him. "We could spend hours in there and have it amount to only fifteen minutes out here."

It was appealing, but she also liked the reality of this, having him under her hands and mouth, feeling the warmth of his skin, the beat of his heart.

"I just wonder if it would feel different." He looked down at her, combed his hand through her hair again, feeling the strands slip through his fingers. Her hair was tousled, flying loose around her face, and it just made her look more beautiful. "This feels... Mmm, so good."

"Good," she murmured, ducking her head again, pressing a kiss to the middle of his chest. "I was thinking about that, too. About how it might feel." Her mouth moved over his chest as she spoke, drifting lower, her body shifting down his. "That was only the second time I'd gone in, I'm as much of a beginner with that as you are."

Her teeth grazed his nipple as she spoke, her toes rubbing lightly against his calf as she shifted her leg, pressing closer to him.

He gasped lightly at the feel of her teeth, arching slightly into it. This was nice, this was different, a little like sitting on the couch with her in his lap but even more so. A little like when she had held his hands over his head, but different from that, too.

He remembered what she had said before. I like being on top.

He smiled. "That's... hard to imagine."

Her mouth traced a line down his ribs, fingertips exploring at the same time, moving over scars, over smooth skin between and she sat up for a moment, just to look at him. "There are some things I haven't done very often," she murmured, because feeling this way was new to her, something she avoided as much as she could, and somehow she'd walked straight into it.

Then she slipped over top of him, straddling his hips, both her hands resting on his stomach as she leaned down, her mouth following her fingers.

This time he let out a low, loose moan, and it was almost as if he were melting under her hands and mouth. He could feel himself hardening now, blood flooding south; he didn't even need to be tied up to be frustrated. Already, he wanted her again, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside her... But he also wanted this to go on, this anticipation rising and cresting without allowing him real relief.

He thought he had a pretty good idea of what she was working toward.

For a moment, Lily sat up, resting her hands against his stomach. She could feel his body responding and she loved the sounds he was making, but for just a second, she wanted to look. When she had approached him on New Year's Eve, it was because he'd looked so sad, but he didn't look sad now. She knew that wasn't all her, but his face in this moment was enough to make her smile before she ducked her head, lips pressing to his hip before she followed with her teeth again.

"You have no idea how good you look," she murmured against his skin, working one hand between them, her fingers grazing his cock, more of a tease than anything.

His breath caught at that. What she was doing to him had, if anything, made him mostly forget himself, lost in the purity of the sensations, his body becoming only a means to an end. But now he was reminded, the way he looked, his size and his scars... and suddenly they didn't seem like something he should dislike.

And then all he was aware of was the hint of friction against his swollen cock, and he rolled his hips up, chasing it and letting out a heavy breath. "Lily... Please..."

More than happy to comply, Lily wrapped her hand around him, tightening her grip, but still moving slowly as her lips and tongue moved over his hip. She wanted to give him everything he wanted and yet she wanted to drag it out, too, enjoy every moment. She shifted back, pushing down the bed until her cheek brushed the head of his cock as she continued to slowly stroke him. Then she turned her head and her lips replaced her cheek, a slow kiss followed by her dragging the tip of her tongue down the length of him.

His moan was higher, more helpless, at the feel of her tongue. It wasn't like her cunt, not really, both softer and lighter, and he arched up into her hand, looking for more. He wondered, dimly, whether he had made her feel like this when he had been licking her, if it had been this overwhelming combination of satisfying and maddeningly teasing.

His hand clenched in the sheets as he raised his head, wanting to see her. "God," he breathed.

She smiled, unable to help herself, heat flooding through her just at the sounds he was making. When he raised his head, she lifted her gaze to meet his as her fist twisted around his cock. Then her lips parted and she lowered her head again, taking him into her mouth, her tongue pressed against the underside, moving and stroking. She did love this, she hadn't lied about that and doing it with someone new, learning what he liked, what made him make more of those noises, that was half the fun.

He almost laughed, then, the breathy groan that slipped out of him shivering as it left his throat, one hand sliding into the fall of her hair again. Not pushing her down but just feeling how she was moving, taking more of his length into her mouth. His head dropped back and his legs fell open wider as everything in him seemed to open up at once.

He wasn't sure why she loved this, though. Unless... He remembered how he had loved the way she tasted, how wet she was, the sounds he could pull out of her, and all at once he thought he understood.

Her free hand slipped up his thigh, fingers pressing into his skin and she gave a soft, breathless hum as she felt his legs moving under her. The weight of him in her mouth felt incredible and she tightened her lips around him, taking his cock deeper. Reaching blindly for one of his hands, she lifted it, pressing his palm against her breast, and she thought she could do this forever. For as long as he wanted. If he would keep making those noises, the ones that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her cunt, she wouldn't need to stop until she was desperate from it, desperate for him again.

He pushed himself up further when she took his hand, braced up on his other so that her breast could fit perfectly into the cradle of his palm. Moving almost without thinking he squeezed, squeezed a little harder, circled her nipple with his thumb and felt it harden.

"Lily," he moaned again. He couldn't pull up anything coherent anymore except her name. "Lily... Lily, oh, God..."

Another groan of pleasure escaped her, vibrating across his skin. His hand on her and the way he was moaning her name and his cock in her mouth, all of it was overwhelming and she had to close her eyes for a moment, her head still moving. She wanted him again, so badly, but she wanted to give him this, too, and if he didn't want her to stop, she wasn't going to. She was breathing harder now, pressing into his hand on her breast, her tongue and lips and fist still moving over his cock.

He could come like this, he knew. He could come so easily. He was already close, the sweet sparks of pleasure coalescing at the base of his spine. He imagined himself shooting hot and slick against the back of her throat, twitched and let out a hard whine, tugging at her hair. He didn't even know for sure what he wanted - except he wanted to see her on him, over him.

And maybe he did want to feel her hands on his wrists again.

"Please, Lily... Stop. Stop."

She let out a sharp exhale when he tugged at her hair, the feel of it sending pleasure rippling through her again. She didn't want to stop, but she wanted him inside her again even more, so she pulled back reluctantly, raising one hand to rub the corner of her lip. Stretching out over him, she smiled, then kissed him, feeling his cock trapped against her body and she wanted him again, wanted him so badly she had to take a moment to relax, kissing him slowly.

"Tell me what you want," she murmured against his mouth, wanting to hear him say it.

Words still felt like more than he could manage. He laughed, pressing up under her, one arm curled around her slim waist. He had to be able to say it. Once he wouldn't have had the words, even after his voice was returned to him, but he did now.

"I want you... on top of me," he gasped. It sounded clumsy, but he supposed it would get the job done. And he did want it. God, he wanted it so much.

Lily pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth, then shifted forward until she could reach the bedside table again, fingertips seeking another condom in the drawer. She liked hearing him laugh, especially now, breathless and spread out on her bed. She opened the package as quickly as she could and sat up again, straddling his hips, taking his cock in her hand to roll the condom down.

Leaning down once more, still holding him in her hand, she kissed him harder this time, her impatience apparent now, even as hard as she was trying to hold onto it.

By now he was familiar with it, pushing up into it, leaning himself up on one hand as his other curled around the back of her neck. This wasn't like before, and not only because it was slower; it also had an edge of roughness to it that hadn't been there. He closed his teeth lightly on her bottom lip and tugged.

"Come on." He rolled his hips up, thrusting into the circle of her hand. "I want you."

Hearing him say it like that drove another spike of pleasure through her and she let out a muffled moan against his mouth, using the grip she still had on him to guide the head of his cock inside her. "God," she breathed, resting both her hands on his chest before she arched down, her hips rolling, the sensation of him filling her exactly what she was craving. The fingers of both her hands splayed against his chest, bracing herself as she moved her hips, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. The muscles in her thighs trembled and she leaned forward, one hand against the wall. "Delta," she murmured, just to hear his name.

He pushed himself up further so that he was almost sitting upright, her in his lap, his arm around her waist and his mouth grazing hers. It was deep like this, even and rolling, but he still didn't feel that he had all that much control. It was all her, taking what she wanted from him. And he wanted nothing more than to give it to her.

"You're... amazing," he gasped, and kissed her again because he couldn't think of what else to do.

The sound she made into his mouth was somewhere between a whimper and a curse. She'd always loved hearing people during sex, always felt their words as keenly as their touch, and his words made her feel even more amazing than she already did. One of her arms wrapped around him, the other hand found its way into his hair, not pulling so much as holding onto him as her hips moved a little quicker, picking up a rhythm, desperate for him. The kiss turned rougher, messier and she broke it a moment later, her head tipped back. "Oh god... Delta," she moaned.