She wiggled a little, flipping over to face me. Surprised, I looked down at her, nestled against my chest. I was hard as a diamond for her, but this was too precious, this moment of just holding her like this, when she was floppy and vulnerable, her soft hair tickling under my chin, her warm, smooth cheek against my chest.

I brushed her hair back from her face, again and again, as my thoughts chased themselves round and round in a circle. She'd said she trusted me, trusted me enough to let me hear her noises this time, but that shell was still there. I had to tamp down the urge to throw her down onto the mattress and demand that she tell me what it would take to have her allow me all the way in.

Instead, I held my breath as her fingers brushed lightly up my side. "Mmm," a little sigh escaped my mouth.

She tilted her head to smile up at me. "You like that?"

I nodded. "I'm a sucker for getting petted," I told her. "What guy wouldn't be?"

She pushed herself up on her elbow and peered at my face. "This way?" she asked as she brushed her fingers whisper-light against my skin. "Or this?" She flipped her hand around to catch me with her fingernails.

My dick was ramrod straight. "Scratch me."

She sat up again. "Like this?" she wanted to know.

When she raked her fingernails down my back, I couldn't hold back the moan and I swear her grin was one of triumph. She scratched me again. "What are you doing to me lass?" I groaned, arching my hips upward.

"Trying to figure you out," she said.

I widened my eyes as she nudged me flat onto my back. "Go ahead and figure all you want," I told her as she straddled me.

The heat from her pussy nearly scalded me through my jeans. It was exquisite torture the way she was raking her nails over the skin of my chest, shoulders, and arms. I closed my eyes at the pleasure and then opened them again because I wanted to see her, I wanted to never stop watching her expression of rapt concentration as she set about trying to "figure me out."

Her nails scratched lower and suddenly I jerked violently. "Sorry," I told her when she snatched her hands away, alarmed. "I'm bloody ticklish." Her eyes widened. "No one knows," I warned her. "This is my private shame. Don't you be getting ideas."

"Where?" she asked. "Here?"

"Fucking hell!" I thrashed away when her fingers sank into my ribs. "You're a devil-woman."

"I'm just glad to know you have a weakness I can exploit."

"Bloody...CeCe, you're my weakness."

"Yeah?"

I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "I thought I'd made that..." I kissed her gently. "Amply clear."

It was a fucking rush to kiss her like that, with her naked tits pressed against my chest and her legs wrapped around my waist so I could feel the slick heat of her as she squeezed her thighs tight. She arched into me, melding her body to mine and we undulated together once before her hands slid down my chest again. I fucking loved the way she touched me like she needed to check that I was real. "You don't seem that weak to me," she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't like that gleam in your eye."

She bit her lip and brushed her hand down over the crotch of my pants. "Yeah you do," she whispered.

"Holy fuck," I breathed as she pressed her small hand in the center of my chest, pushing me back with that one while the other tugged at my zipper. "CeCe?"

"Sssh," she hushed me. "I'm still trying to figure me out."

"Bloody figure all you want, lass," I groaned. "Fuck, your mouth is..." Whatever nonsense comparison I was trying to make, whatever half-formed poetry I was babbling died away as she slid her lips over the head of my cock. The way her tongue slipped around was heaven enough, but even better was watching her sweep her hair away so she could peer up at me with those liquid brown eyes. "Fuck," I hissed. "Baby, that's too much."

She moaned a soft sound around my shaft and slid her lips down further. My hips jerked and I felt that white heat coiling at the base of my spine and as much as it pained me to stop her, I needed to before I lost it. "CeCe," I said and my voice sounded strangled and far away. "Fucking hell, lass, I need to be inside of you."

She slid her hair back from her face again. "Then lie back."

"So eager." I sat up and grabbed her wrists, flipping her around so that she landed flat on her back. We both groaned as my cock brushed against her slick heat. "I told you," I warned her, sucking a trail of kisses down her neck. "We have all night."

"Ewan," she gasped as I nibbled along her collarbone. "Ewan goddammit!"

"What love?" I pulled back. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes were ablaze and for a second I wondered how I had gotten her all wrong. That is, I wondered until she wrapped her legs around my waist, yanking me off balance so I landed with my arms spread on either side of her head. She nipped at my lip, making me hiss. "If you don't fuck me right now," she hissed in return. "I'm going to take back the offer from Anthem." She released my lip and then bit hers playfully. "Your band would murder you."

I grinned. "So really, I have to fuck you in order to keep my contract?"

She arched up against me. "Yes."

"This is extortion?"

"I don't know, maybe it's blackmail? I'm not really sure how this works."

I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed the condom. "Don't worry love," I told her as I tore it and unrolled it down my length, pausing to appreciate how her eyes widened as I pressed against her entrance. "I know how exactly it works."

Her eyes widened and then narrowed as I teased her, sliding just in her pussy and then just out again. It was torture to hold back like this, to deny myself the all-consuming rush of pushing myself all the way inside of her in one smooth motion. But it was worth it to see her trembling, her whole body shivering in expectation, waiting for me to give her what we'd both wanted for so long. I'd held back this long and these few precious seconds would be forever etched into my memories. CeCe spread out underneath me, her gorgeous, pink-tipped breasts rising and falling with each gasping, impatient breath. "I told you I'd make you scream," I reminded her. "Is it working?"

"Ewan," she groaned, half yearning, half angry.

"Do you know how amazing you look?" I asked her, slipping in another fraction of an inch. She squirmed, trying to wriggle downward, to get more of what she craved but I pulled back. "All wet and waiting for me like this." I looked down at her impatient, desperate eyes. "I'm going to remember you this way," I promised her.

She opened her mouth. Maybe it was to yell at me, maybe it was to scream after all but at that moment I could take it no longer. I drove myself inside of her and she groaned and arched up to meet me and I let out a hoarse kind of shout the likes of which I'd never heard from my mouth before and suddenly I wasn't toying or teasing or trying to draw it out so I could last all night long. Her need for me was matched only by my need for her and so I gave her everything. Everything I had. From somewhere in the back of my head I tried to rein myself in, maybe slow down and savor it even longer because I didn't know how long I'd have her like this, but in the next moment I knew that I'd have her forever because there was no way I was ever going to let her go.