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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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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.

He had been so close, but since she had slipped the condom on something seemed to have pulled back, and now he felt like he could fuck her as long as she wanted him to. He lowered his head and scattered kisses over her throat, pausing at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and biting down lightly. He wasn't even sure why and later he still wouldn't know; it was just something about the delicacy of the skin there, the way it fit so perfectly over her bones.

And the way she was saying his name. It had been forced on him, used by people who wanted to control him, to make him into a thing. But when she said it like that... it felt like his.

Another breath caught in her throat at the feel of his teeth on her skin and the hand on his back curled under in response, nails biting lightly into his skin. It wasn't enough to leave a lasting mark, but she was hardly aware she was holding onto him in such a way, lost in the feeling of him inside her, the friction against her clit as her hips moved. It wasn't quite enough and she slipped her hand from his hair, sliding in between their bodies as she leaned in to kiss him again, her teeth grazing his lower lip, breathing hard against his mouth.

The second her lips touched his, he was kissing her again, hard and deep and lingering. He could feel her hand working between them, knew what she was doing, and he smiled against her mouth, pulling back enough to look at her - how open and naked her face looked, keeping nothing back.

"I want to see you," he panted, practically bucking his hips against her and feeling her clench around him. "Lily... I want to watch you come."

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, the curse slipping out without her even realizing, her fingers circling, exactly the right pressure she needed. He wasn't going to have to wait long to see anything and she tried to keep her eyes open, tried to hold his gaze for as long as she could, but then everything that was coiled tight inside her broke and her head tipped back again. She was saying his name, she was aware of that much, but everything else was blocked out except the pleasure that was rolling through her, her hips still moving.

He watched her, briefly entranced, almost forgetting the pleasure she was sending into him in waves, feeling her shudder in his arms and hearing her sound like that. His mouth dropped open as he gasped, thrust hard into her, wanting to push her through it, push more out of her.

Then only a little more and something in him seemed to burst open, his hands tightening on her as he came long and hard and muffled a low cry against her throat.

It was just as good as before. He almost wouldn't have believed it could be, but it was.

She was breathing hard, the arm she had around him relaxing just a little before it slid up, her hand against the back of his neck, holding him against her. Her muscles would tighten and release, gentle shudders still running through her as her hips rolled down once more and she could feel him, deep inside her. "Oh my god," she breathed, then laughed a little, lifting her head again, her hand sliding out from between their bodies to run up the length of his arm.

"Yes," he murmured, and laughed too, lowering himself on his aching arm until he was lying flat, holding her against his chest. He reached up and stroked her hair, enjoying the way the strands were slightly damp with sweat. He was tired, and tired in a way he didn't really ever remember being before.

"I... definitely like that," he breathed, sounding as if he had just decided, and laughed again.

Resting against his chest, Lily smiled, running her fingers against his skin absently. The room was warm now, the air heavy, but she liked that, too, liked lying here with him, still feeling him inside her. "Yeah, that was... amazing," she said with a laugh, the sound still breathless even as she tilted her head just enough to press a kiss against his skin.

A teasing smile curved her lips and she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. "For someone who didn't think he knew what he was doing, that was fantastic."

"You make it very easy." He slid an arm behind his head, still toying with her hair, still reluctant to pull out of her. He was warm, damp, happy. Moving more a little felt like more than he was prepared to deal with.

"Maybe I should keep practicing."

"You should definitely keep practicing," she answered, still smiling, the expression sort of sleepy, sort of dazed. She felt good, tired, a little sore, but good. "With me, specifically." It occurred to her only now she hadn't slept with anyone else in awhile, hadn't been out looking, but it hadn't been something she'd done consciously. She didn't know what Delta might have expected -- or not expected from her -- but that was what had happened.

"I'd like that." He leaned up slightly and pressed a kiss to her brow. Now that everything in him was subsiding into something loose and lazy, he found himself almost wanting to touch her even more - not in the same way. Softer.

"I don't know who else I would practice with."