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"You want some wine? Or did you have enough to drink with dinner?" Duncan asked, holding up a bottle.

"Ooh, sounds great." Reed nodded from her place on the sofa. She was wearing one of her new pairs of summer PJs, one hundred percent linen and very comfy.

Duncan brought the wine and clicked the movie on before pouring each of them a glass. He, too, was dressed for bed in cut off sweats and a T-shirt.

They sat close together, though not cuddling, exactly. As usual, after a while, Duncan found Reed's nearness distracting. She always smelled good, but after her shower, with her hair down, the fragrance of her, her shampoo, lotion, and all the other unguents she used on herself combined into a heady brew indeed.

He shifted closer to her under the guise of pouring her more wine, and just stayed there after he set the bottle on the coffee table.

During a particularly tense part of the movie, Reed gave a little scream and turned her head into Duncan's arm to hide her eyes.

Duncan lifted his arm and she snuggled in immediately with a murmured "thanks."

If he'd been distracted before, he was damned near out of his mind now. He wondered fleetingly if this was just because it had been so long since he'd been with anyone.

Maybe he should just go to bed and call someone to come over? His relationship with Reed was in a good place, and putting the moves on her now might just muddle things.

But he didn't want "someone," he wanted Reed, and he was willing to risk muddling things to try. After all, they had shared that amazing kiss those weeks ago. And she'd definitely been willing, hadn't she? She'd kissed him back, right?

Right.

Very deliberately, he clicked the "pause" button on the remote, and turned to her. She was almost unbearably close, her warmth nearly surrounding him. This close, he could see the fine pores in her skin and feel her wine-scented breath on his face.

She didn't move away.

He leaned in, rubbing his chest against hers as he turned his head.

She opened her mouth slightly in anticipation of the kiss, and their lips came together silently, wetly as their eyes closed and they turned into each other.

Duncan moaned as he continued to kiss her, and placed a hand on her smooth thigh, just where her pajama shorts ended.

He could feel the electricity in her body, the want as she kissed him back, and it was intoxicating.

"Want to go to my bedroom?" he asked. "I mean, you want to take things farther? You want—me?"

Reed nodded. "Yes, yes, and yes,"

They rose and more or less staggered down the hall, where Duncan grabbed Reed and pressed her against the wall to kiss her again. It was raw and wet, and monstrously exciting. Reed's breathing was rapid and deep as she lifted a leg around him, pulling his pelvis closer to her body.

Duncan unbuttoned her pajama top and plundered her breasts, squeezing them, reveling in their size and warmth. He lowered his mouth to one, biting and sucking, pulling her pebble hard nipple deep into his mouth. He moaned again, feeling her digging her fingers into his hair.

"God, you're beautiful," he muttered holding the breast he was sucking on in his large hand, squeezing the other one with his other.

"Mm, harder, Duncan," Reed murmured against the top of his head.

Duncan obliged, applying pressure with his hands as he increased suction. He rubbed his erection into her belly, groaning into her breast at how good it felt.

Reed pressed back, and Duncan could feel the power in her hips and belly as she did so. He knew that she wouldn't be like some women, who simply lay under him like a doll, and this knowledge turned him on more than just about anything.

He released her and took her hand, pulling her down the hall toward his room.

"Hope to fuck I have condoms," he said as he kissed her again, toppling them over onto his bed.

"Me too," Reed laughed, a pretty sound.

Duncan leaned over her to yank the drawer of his bedside table open, and pawed madly through everything before feeling the reassuring smooth foil under his fingers. He triumphantly held the packages aloft, where at least three condoms unfolded in the near darkness of his room.

"Yay!" Reed cheered from her place on the bed.

Duncan pulled his shirt off and turned back to Reed. "Now then, Reed Halliwell, where were we?"

"Here," she said, clasping his hips in her legs and rolling her pelvis into him. "And you were sucking on me, making me crazy with how good it felt."

"Right," he agreed, looking down at her chest. Gravity had flattened her breasts a little, but they still looked fucking outstanding as she breathed. "Mm," he growled as he lowered his head once more, laving the bullet like nipple.

Reed arched her back off the bed toward his mouth, mewling, a sound of naked desire. She reached for his sweats, yanking the tie open in one, decisive movement before lowering them down around his hips, exposing his erection which rose, warm and hard, from his groin. She kicked his sweats away so he was naked on top of her, and he was pleased that she seemed to find him so exciting.

"Now you," he breathed, hooking her pajama bottoms with his thumbs and lowering them. Her round, soft hips came into view, and her pubic hair, which thankfully she hadn't shaved into anything weird, though it did look tended and tidy.

He could smell that she was wet, and spread her legs so he could see her sex. He leaned in, taking a deep breath, and his tongue snaked out to taste her, he couldn't help it.

Again, Reed made that mewling sound, and it was a sound that made him want to fuck her immediately. She chased his mouth with her hips, wanting more, apparently.

Duncan obliged, licking once again into her wet folds, loving the salty tang of her excitement.

"Oh my god, that feels amazing," he heard her say. He added his fingers, thrusting them deep into her body, causing her to tense her legs where they were spread on the bed, bent at the knees.

"Jesus, Duncan, fuck me already," she begged, rolling her head back and forth on his pillows.

"Yes ma'am," he answered, reaching for a condom.

Reed sat up and helped him roll it on, and the feel of her fingers on him was heavenly. He leaned in and kissed her again on her hot mouth, lips swollen and gorgeous.

He grasped her hips as he entered her, pressing strongly into her body, hoping she could take all of him. Sometimes, with smaller women, he found there wasn't quite enough room, and he felt like he was hurting them.

Reed, however, felt deep, hot and welcoming, and he went in up to the hilt, until he could feel his testicles pressing on her, and the only sound she made was a moan of welcome.

"God, getting so deep," he muttered. "I'm—it feels, Jesus—!"

Reed again rolled her hips into him, and he could feel her on him, hot and inviting, taking as well as giving. She was fisting the sheets, eyes closed, so obviously relishing every moment and movement that Duncan felt like his head was going to blow right off his body.

Reed making love was stunning.

He pulled nearly all the way out, just so he could fuck up into her again, really hard, causing her head to tap the headboard with his thrust.

"Feels amazing, you feel amazing, Duncan," Reed assured him, grasping his forearms and squeezing them as she moved with him.

And every thrust was pulling his orgasm closer, hearing her cries as he fucked her was making it inevitable.

"Gonna come, darling, so hard, so hard—"

"Yes, yes," she encouraged.

"Can't wait, sorry—"

And he was plunging into her, sloppy and out of control, as his orgasm overtook him and strove to cleave her in two, it felt like.

"God, god, god," he groaned, punctuating each thrust. He felt himself emptying into the condom, his own warmth and wetness mixing on him. He felt her legs wrapped around him, and grasped her thighs so he could really push into her as his breathing stopped momentarily.

He collapsed on top of her, fresh sweat popping on his back as he finally relaxed, breathing hard into her neck.

He finally lifted his head and kissed her.

"You didn't come," he said.

She looked surprised at his words, but finally shook her head.

"I guess I was sort of fast," he apologized. "Let's just take care of you now, shall we?"
He pulled out of her and tossed the used condom into the trash. He settled down next to her, getting comfortable, and put his hand on her, his palm on the springy nest of her pubic hair. He inserted two fingers into her while his thumb found her clit and pressed.

Reed gasped and jerked her hips convulsively, turning her body toward Duncan's.

Beautiful.

He leaned in and kissed her as he continued to move his fingers and thumb, pressing in circles, reversing the motion from time to time. And, even though he'd ejaculated, it was of course all in the condom, so Duncan reveled in the knowledge that all of the wetness he was feeling was completely Reed, produced by her body because she was excited by him.

"Oh my god, that feels good," she murmured against his mouth. "I'm going to come really soon." She put her hand on top of his, increasing the pressure as she squeezed her legs together.

"Mm, mm," she breathed, her body becoming taut and tight. Duncan could feel her contract on his fingers as she came, and he pressed really hard, though his wrist was getting sore.

"Oh wow, another one, I'm going to have another one," Reed said softly. Before she relaxed all the way she tightened on him again, arching her body off the bed and licking her lips as she gently thrashed against the pillows, gripping his hand tightly at the wrist.

She finally relaxed completely, seeming to melt into the bed.

"Wowza," she said, smiling sleepily at him.

"I'll say," he agreed. He slowly brought his fingers to his mouth, licking her release off them. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, darling."

"Really?" Reed sounded surprised.

"Really truly," he assured her. "I'm nearly ready for another go, just from watching." He kissed her again, smiling back as he did so.

"Well, lucky for you we have more condoms, then," she quipped, rolling over on top of him with a laugh.

"Lucky for both of us, I hope," he responded, sliding his hands up the smooth skin of her torso as he spoke.

"Definitely," she murmured, bending down to kiss him. "Most definitely, sir."