***Kate***

"Clementine!" Byron backed into a kneeling position, extracting his ear from Kate's teeth.

She sat up with her hands still in his boxers. "Did I go too hard?"

"Not too hard, just overwhelming. I'm sensitive there."

"Boys usually are." Grinning, she curled her fingertips along the underside of his cock.

He shifted his hips. "I meant my ear, but that feels really good."

She tugged at his waistband. "Get out of these and it'll feel even better."

"I want to do something for you first." He pulled her hands away and kissed her wrists.

"You did. Now I want to do something to you."

He took the rescue knife from the night stand. "You sure you can't wait a little longer?"

Kate whimpered. I want! But you'll think I'm a selfish lover-

"Relax." Byron lowered her onto her back, laying kisses on her throat and chest.

Well, if you insist.

"I insist. When you feel good, I do too. See?" He pressed the knife's plastic grip between her legs.

"Ah!" She raised her hips.

Higher.

He repositioned the knife. Even through the fabric of her panties, the pressure on her clitoris was almost painful. Almost.

Harder. There!

Byron shook his head. "You'd think centered would be best, but you're more sensitive on the upper left."

What?

He demonstrated.

Kate's breaths quickened. "How-could you-possibly-know that?"

"Body language, I think?" He shrugged; the motion sent pleasure rippling through her body. His free hand cupped her breast and teased her nipple. "You're very expressive. I love touching you."

Then don't stop. Her legs tightened. My calves are going to kill me later. Don't stop.

He took the knife away.

"Why'd you stop?" Kate demanded. The pleasurable tension fled her muscles.

"Sorry, were you enjoying that?"

She stuck out her tongue at him. "You know I was! Now stop teasing me and-"

The knife clicked open.

Oh. The tension returned.

"I might have missed some of your burns before. I better take a closer look." Byron rested the knife's blunted tip on her sternum and traced down her abdomen to the waistband of her panties.

Kate bit her lip. "That'd be best."

He pressed the side of the blade into her thigh, giving her goosebumps, and slid the tip beneath her waistband. She gasped. The fabric pulled taut and released. He discarded her panties and the knife and lay on his stomach facing her.

He buried his face between her legs. In Kate's experience, men viewed giving head as a grim chore or a sacred calling. Byron offered a third perspective, that of a man lost in the desert who stumbled upon an oasis. He pleasured her joyously and desperately.

She death-gripped her sheets. God, even your tongue is muscular.

"Thank you," he mumbled. He swirled his tongue around her clit. Kate's legs, her entire body, tightened. He hooked his arms under her hips, lifting off the bed and massaging her butt. She wound his hair around her fingers and thrust her hips towards his mouth. Her thighs tensed.

He didn't stop. She held her breath. He kept the same rhythm, the same everything, until she went over the edge. When she was done riding out the aftershocks, Byron squeezed her thigh.

"I need a minute," he said.

What?

***Byron***

Byron escaped to the kitchen on unsteady legs. Every step sent fresh agony into his calves. The fridge door dispenser filled his glass with water and, after some rumbling, a lonely ice cube. The cool glass soothed the crescent wounds that his fingernails had made in his palm when Kate came. It had been intense, and yet Byron felt no relief. Despite what it might have looked like, with the knives and the candles, he was being very gentle with her. There was a certain pace to what they were doing, and if he hadn't left the bedroom he would have ruined it. He wanted to press inside her, now, and make her come all over again.

Time. He just needed some time.

"It's been a minute. A few, actually." Kate stood in the doorway to her bedroom, wearing only his khaki Forest Service shirt. The hem fell to mid-thigh, and she'd left the shirt open, draping over her nipples. Her brazen image aroused him more than mere nudity.

"Hey," Byron said.

She walked close to him and scrutinized his face. "You felt my orgasm."

"Yeah, of course. I was there."

She shook her head. "No, I mean you felt it."

He took a sip of water. Shit, not the Tetris conversation already. Play it cool.

When he set down the glass, she took his hands and turned his palms, and hers, face up. They had matching fingernail marks. "You got off on getting me off," she said.

He rubbed the back of his head. "Doesn't everyone?"

"Some people say they do, to signal that they're generous lovers. But they don't actually come. You did."

Fuck! Change the subject!

"Nope, didn't." Byron pointed to his boxers.

"I said you came, not that jizzed your pants. It's-what's the word-"

Byron sighed. "You're thinking Tetris sex. I used to hang out with this yoga girl from Riverside. Tetris sex is when you have, like, a connection." He waggled his hands around his head in a manner that suggested New Age horseshit. "She said I was a natural."

"You mean tantric sex?" Kate asked.

Byron clapped his hands and pointed his finger at her. "That's it! But it's really just body language, like I told you. Nothing to get weirded out about."

She gave him a look.

"Oh," he said. "You don't think it's weird at all. You think it's fucking hot."

Kate removed a condom from her front shirt pocket. "What's my body language saying now?"

Byron scratched his chin. "On the couch?"

***Kate***

Kate grabbed a paring knife from the rack and kneeled in front of Byron.

"That's not a rescue knife!" Byron said.

"So stay still!" She cut his boxer-briefs off and threw them and the knife into the sink.

Holy shit. As much as she wanted to fuck him, she had to take a moment to admire the view. She ran her fingers along his inguinal crease, gripped his muscular thighs, and squeezed his firm buttocks. He gripped her shoulders to steady himself. She buried her nose in his trimmed, black pubes and delighted in his subtle, earthy scent.

So much better than the shirt.

She scratched from his sternum to his lower abdominals and seized his cock with both hands. "On any other day, I would give you the best head of your life. Right now I'm in a hurry. Bear with me."

Byron tried to respond, but it came out as a moan. He couldn't talk with her mouth full. She stroked him with one hand and massaged his perineum with the other until he could grow no harder.

"I want you inside me." He palmed his forehead. "I mean-"

"I know what you meant." She removed the condom from its wrapper and unrolled it down his cock. "Bend your knees."

He adjusted to allow for their height difference. She stood and wrapped one leg around his waist. Their tongues dueled for supremacy.

"Ready?" Byron asked.

Kate grabbed the fridge door handle for balance. "Fuck me."

He entered her with startling gentleness and little resistance; her arousal triumphed over his girth. She locked eyes with him. As they moved together, his sometimes jovial, sometimes concerned look gave way to primal desire.

You can go harder, I won't break.

To Kate's delight, he replied with a sub-vocal growl and a more aggressive pace. She worked her hand between their bodies to touch herself, timing her clitoral stimulation to his thrusts. Kate was no porcelain doll, but Byron's strength grew with his desire. She had taken for granted how much he'd limited his physicality to avoid frightening her. Now he was losing control, and she loved it. "Couch! Couch!" she said.

He hooked his arms beneath her hips and lifted her off her feet.

"You'll hurt your back-" she said. "Mm." Cupping her buttocks, he raised and lowered her onto his cock as though she weighed nothing. She grabbed hold of his neck, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. He carried her to the living room and set her down next to the couch.

I've been fantasizing about this since I first saw you. She leaned over the arm rest, spread her feet apart, and arched her lower back, giving him an ideal view of her finest asset.

"Holy shit," he said.

"Come here, you." She clamped one of her hands over his, pressing it into her clit. "Here, like this."

He followed her lead, touching her the way she wanted to be touched.

"Mm, right there." She teased the head of his cock, rubbing it along her lower lips. "Here, I like it hard as you can." Bracing her free arm against the arm rest, she shoved herself onto him.

"Ah! Kate!" He grabbed her hips and put his muscles to good use.

They didn't come together. Byron came first, and Kate could hardly blame him; she was fucking hot. But feeling him shudder and pulse inside her brought her closer to her own orgasm. And they stayed together, hands and minds and legs all tangled, until she got there. It made her think that maybe she could have Tetris sex too. Maybe everyone could.

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