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she scooted over, reaching between her legs to pull on the lever that would allow the seat to scooch back.
    “Phoebe?” He sounded concerned, but not overly so. “What—”
    “Need you, lover.” She rubbed the ridge of his cock, squeezing and massaging the hard dick beneath her hand. “Want you. Here. Now.”
    “Now?” He moaned and thrust against her hand. “Now.” This time it wasn’t a question, but an absolute statement.
    Phoebe nibbled his neck, enjoying the musky, fiery scent of man and smoke and nature all rolled into one. She couldn’t figure out how she hadn’t realized that Brant was firekin so long before. He tasted like kin, felt and loved like a kin. She should have figured it out long before now, should have known and then they could have been enjoying the life of a mated pair. Too many years had been wasted, and now she was ready to make up for them all.
    Brant turned his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues twining and dancing, fighting for dominance. Before long, they were mimicking the act they’d soon be performing: the sweet lovemaking and fucking and touching and stroking of lovers.
    Her pussy clenched in anticipation of what was to come, aching to be filled and filled and filled again. By only one man. Brant.
    She unsnapped the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. With his assistance, she freed his cock, the tip wet with pre-come. Swollen, purple and heavy, she rubbed her thumb over the slit in the head of his dick, spreading his seed, rubbing and stroking his shaft, using the pre-come as lubrication for the act.
    He thrust against her hand. “Yes,” he hissed. “Oh, yes.”
    His lips were on hers again, tongues sweetly shifting and gliding and tasting. His flavor was of smoke and man, and something more that she couldn’t define. But she didn’t care. She just needed to have him, only him, forever.
    Phoebe shifted in her seat, swung her leg across his lap, and straddled him. She rose up on her knees, the head of his dick teasing her opening, and she decided to do a bit of teasing of her own.
    She circled her hips, rubbing the opening of her pussy over the head of his cock, coating him in her juices.
    “Baby, baby, please,” he begged.
    She took pity on him by sinking down and accepting his dick fully into her body. Her pussy stretched around his invasion, and she continued her descent until her pussy rested on his lap.
    Their gazes met, and she saw the emotions that she felt reflected back at her tenfold.
    “I love you.” She leaned forward and kissed him, then nuzzled his neck.
    Brant did the same, burying his face in her hair. “I love you, too, Phoebe.”
    Phoebe made love to him then. Slow, sinuous circles of her hips, along with the tightening of her pussy, filled her mind. She went round and round, grinding down and then sliding up only to shift down once again. Circling, twining and dancing with his dick inside her. They breathed into one another, mouths centimeters apart, eyes locked as she took control.
    Any passerby would see two people locked in a tender embrace; they wouldn’t see the slow gyrations of her hips, the sensuous way in which she moved, bringing them closer to orgasm with the tiniest of movements of her lower body. They wouldn’t see lovemaking, but they would see love.
    She continued her shifts and grinds, thrusts and retreats, working them both toward climax. She tilted her hips, searching for just the right angle and found it with the contraction of her pelvis, tipping her hips forward.
    “Right there,” she whispered, breathing in his breaths.
    “Yes, take it, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
    She did as he asked, rising up and down, rocking back and forth, shifting and moving in time to her heartbeat, speeding up and slowing down at just the right moments. She pushed and pulled and gripped his shoulders for support, body climbing and climbing, edging toward that moment…
    Her body exploded into a thousand