Just One Little Kiss

An Unveiled Seductions story.




Chapter One


Taqal Bouldara ducked through her front door and paused with it still open, her hand fisted around the knob. The mood she was in, she really wanted to slam the door behind her—let out some of her frustration with the physical action. But although she could imagine the satisfactory bang and attendant echo through the empty cottage, it wasn’t hard to also picture the door jamb splintering and having to be replaced. Or worse imagine the door itself, which was the original one from when her beloved grandmother lived there, cracking and falling off its hinges.

Taking a small step forward she gently pulled on the knob and heard the door close with a quiet snick.

Sighing, she bent to unbuckle her strappy, leopard print wedges and, aiming for the open hall closet, kicked them off with a little more force than was really necessary. The first one sailed in, crashed against the back wall and, in a shower of plaster, dropped onto the small mountain of shoes below. Unfortunately the second wedge missed the closet, hit the open door and ricocheted into the living room. Taqal held her breath as the shoe whizzed past an irreplaceable antique pixie glass lampshade and landed, with a thump, in an armchair.

“Holy crapdoodle.” Taqal slumped against the wall, heart racing and legs weak from fright at the near miss. “Holy crapdoodle, Taqal. You know better.”

And she did know better. One of the most important precepts of growing up half-giant in a world built mostly for smaller people was never, ever underestimate your own strength.

Usually she was a lot more careful, but after the day she’d had Taqal didn’t feel like being careful, or gentle. What she really wanted to do was stomp and punch the wall. Maybe even have a good cry.

“It’s just not fucking fair.” Pushing her bangs off her forehead, she rocked her head from side-to-side a couple of times, hitting the wall beside her—but softly. “Everyone else has someone to love except me.”

Well, that wasn’t strictly true. Ula Rockdeep, the Midnight Café’s receptionist, hadn’t found anyone yet either, but while Taqal longed to find her soul mate Ula viewed love the way others contemplated the plague. To the goblin, emotional attachments inevitably led to nothing good, and watching her friends succumb to love made Ula angry and suspicious. In contrast, on a night like tonight when all their friends and their lovers were at the Café and the closeness between the couples was so easy to see, Taqal remembered all the aborted love affairs she’d had and was left feeling lonely and heartsick.

All she wanted was to have someone in her life who cared about her. Made her feel as though she were the center of their world.

Was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was.

“Why did I have to be born this way? Why?”

It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that question, but there really was no satisfactory answer anyone could give. Despite the fact she was only half giant, genetics—or the gods, whichever was responsible—had apparently decided to have a joke at her expense and make her a throw-back to her giant ancestors. The newer generations of giants were smaller than their forbearers, but able to increase their size when necessary, making picking a fight with one an interesting experience, to say the least. Yet somehow the combination of Taqal’s mother’s Fey genes and her father’s giant ones had produced a woman bigger than at least seven-eighths of the rest of the Fey population, making the mate pool extremely small.

From the moment she was old enough to realize what was happening, she’d tried everything she could think of to make herself smaller. Her magical abilities were strong, but apparently not strong enough to do the one thing she’d wanted them to. Spells were only temporary and, besides, it felt too much like false advertising to reduce her size for a night out. Worse would be having to confess to a man at a later time that she was actually a couple of feet taller than him and outweighed him by the gods only knew how many pounds.

At some point she’d decided to just accept this was who and what she was, and there had been a few men who were still interested—just none who made her feel special, treasured.

Maybe it was just time to deal with the fact she was destined to be alone, or just have the occasional fling. Maybe she was one of those people who just didn’t have a soul mate.

Sighing again, she pushed away from the wall and started toward the passage leading to her bedroom, planning to change, make a little dinner and have a couple glasses of wine. Although she hated drinking alone, she was in too much of a frump for company anyway.

Having made that decision, she stopped in the bedroom doorway and reached through the fabric of her knit dress to unhook her bra. Once the clasp was undone, she slipped the straps out from under the sleeveless bodice and down her arms, so as to pull the undergarment off without undressing. Since she was alone anyway, all she had to be was comfortable. It didn’t matter that her breasts were swinging free and easy under the dress, or that the outline of her nipples were imprinted on the fabric.

And she wasn’t really that hungry either, which wasn’t unusual after working a waitressing shift at the Café. The chef, Hauthius, was always trying out new recipes, and today he’d asked her to taste a variety of dishes. Yeah, that counted as dinner!

Straight to the wine it was then.

Just as she was reaching into the fridge for the nice bottle of rosé she’d been saving for a special occasion, she got the tingling sensation of someone trying to contact her telepathically. For a moment she considered ignoring it but then the sensation changed, became recognizable, and her mood lightened when she realized it was her best friend, Pippin.

Just the person she needed to talk to on a night like this. So she opened her mind to his, although she carefully banked her darker thoughts behind a mental block, not wanting him to know how down she’d been.

Hey, Pip. What’s up?

Nothing much, mi darlin’. His deep voice filled her head, and she smiled at his rough endearment. What you doing on this fine night?

Just got home and about to have a glass of vino. What about you?

Want some company? I could use a drink miself.


She couldn’t tell him no. Actually, thinking about it, she didn’t want to. Pippin was just the person to get her out of her funk.

Sure. Come on by.

Lovely. Be right…


“…there.” With his distinctive swirl of brown-hued magic, Pip appeared in the armchair, his diminutive size overwhelmed by it. “Or here, as the case may be.”

“Perfect timing.”

Opening a cupboard door, Taqal carefully pulled out one of the tiny glasses she kept for her more normally-sized friends. She poured a finger of scotch into his glass—not one of her fingers, since that wouldn’t fit in the glass anyway—and then, forgoing the wine, splashed a heftier slug of the liquor into a wine glass for herself.

“What the hell?” Pip said, as she skirted the kitchen island and headed toward him. He was squirming around in the chair, waggling his plump backside back and forth. Suddenly he lifted his ass and, using both hands, pulled her shoe out from underneath him. Raising his gleaming aqua gaze to hers, he lifted the shoe by the straps, one eyebrow going up. “Got so many shoes now, you’re storing them in the living room?”

Taqal snickered. “Was using it for target practice.”

Pip’s squat, wide face split into a grin. “It’s an awfully nice, sexy shoe. Why’d you want to do a thing like that?”

Gently putting his glass on the table next to him, Taqal tried to snatch the wedge away, but Pip twisted it out of her reach at the last second. “What do you know about shoes, my friend?”

“Not much.” He admitted, swinging the shoe back and forth, his gaze following the movement. “But I bet these make your legs look as though they go on forever.”

“Huh.” Plucking the shoe away from him, Taqal strode toward the hallway to put it away. “Listen to you. Have you developed a shoe fetish without telling me?”

Pip chuckled. “I would, if all shoes looked like that.”

After tossing the shoe on top of the tottering pile in the closet, Taqal turned and put her free hand on her hip. “Want it? I have lots.”

There was a moment of dead silence, and Taqal knew Pip was probably imagining himself with her massive shoe, wondering what he’d do with it. He could probably slide both legs into it, with room to spare.

She broke first, laughter rising and dancing in her chest until she couldn’t contain it, and it burst out of her, ringing through the room. Immediately Pippin joined in, the two of them laughing so hard neither had breath to speak for a long time.

Pip finally got himself under control enough to splutter, “I could put it on its side and, with a piece of glass on top, use it as a coffee table.”

“More like a dining table,” Taqal gasped out. “Or how about an armchair?”

“Ooo, the shape would be perfect for that. Gimme a blankie and I’ll sleep in it.”

Overtaken with laughter again, Taqal stumbled across the room and dropped onto the couch, putting her drink aside so as not to spill it. Gods, the laughter—and Pip—made her feel good. With another swirl of magic, Pip translocated to the other end of the couch, turning so he was facing her, his legs crossed in front of his body. He was still chuckling, but lifted his hands to waggle his fingers at her.

“Gimme those beautiful feet, darlin’. Let me rub them for you.”

“You’re a doll.” Swinging around, she put her legs up on the couch and leaned back against the arm. “Literally and figuratively.”

“I try.”

His surprisingly strong hands were already kneading her left foot, and Taqal had to suppress a groan of sheer delight. How did he know her feet were hurting? She hadn’t even realized how sore they were until he started massaging them.

But that was one of the things she loved so much about Pippin. From the moment they met, he seemed to instinctive know what she needed and was happy to give it to her. Sometimes, like now, even before she knew she needed or wanted it.

All his concentration was given to his task and, letting her eyes drift almost completely closed, she watched him as he worked on lessening her aches.

Pippin wasn’t good looking—not in the slightest. His round face had a squashed, squidgy look to it, as though someone had grabbed his chin and the top of his head and pushed their hands together. His mouth was too wide for his face too, giving him an almost frog-like appearance. The bright red hair, which had a tendency to stick up all over the place, didn’t really help either. He had beautiful eyes though, but those were often hidden since when he smiled they all but disappeared.

Yet for all that, his personality completely made up for any physical defects. He was, by far, the best, kindest, most amazing man Taqal knew. It was a source of surprise that he hadn’t been snapped up by some opportunistic pixie or brownie.

Just the thought of it made something hot and angry stir in Taqal’s chest. She didn’t want to share him, although that was probably the most selfish thought she’d ever had in her life. There could never be anything sexual between them, even if either of them wanted it. How horrible of her to hope to always have him just for herself!

He glanced up then, as though sensing her change of mood, and Taqal realized she’d always been selfish about Pippin. How many times had he done things like he was doing now for her, without ever asking for anything in return? She liked to think she was a good friend to him but now she knew, without doubt, he was a far better one to her.

“Why do you put up with me, Pippin?”

The question came out without her thinking it through, and she regretted asking when his fingers stilled and his gaze sharpened on her face. Then he smiled slightly, as he bent his head back to his chore.

“Because I love you, mi darlin’.”

Oh, how that made her heart ache, and caused a sense of unworthiness to swamp her.

“I love you too, Pip.” Her voice was choked and she had to swallow before going on. “But I never do nice things for you, the way you do for me. I want to do something special for you, but I don’t know what you need, the way you always seem to know what I do.” Pushing herself up on her elbows, she pulled her feet away from him. “Is there anything you want that I can give you?”

Pip was once more staring at her, his eyes and face completely still, making it impossible to read his expression. Suddenly the silence between them lacked its usual companionable warmth and became a hot, fraught place, swirling with questions and danger.

“Do you mean that, Taqal?” His voice sounded strange, deep and slow and almost frightened. “Or are you just saying that out of some misplaced guilt or something?”

“I mean it.” She could only whisper, her heart racing, a sense of standing on the edge of a cliff creeping over her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

But he didn’t speak immediately, only kept staring at her, as though trying to see into her head. Then he took a deep breath and, as he exhaled, said, “A kiss.” Taken aback, Taqal could only stare, as Pippin reiterated his request. “I want a kiss.”

What?

The thought should be shocking, even distasteful, but once her initial surprise faded, Taqal knew she’d give him whatever he wanted, no matter how weird it might seem or even feel. If things were different, if Pippin weren’t a quarter of her size, he’d be the perfect man for her. Maybe she hadn’t been able to find her soul mate because she was always comparing every other man with Pippin, and finding them lacking.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Get ready, ’cause here I come.”

It might sound as though she was about to jump his bones, but Taqal moved carefully toward the seemingly frozen Pip. Despite not having touched her scotch she felt giddy, as if she were drunk, her head spinning, heart pounding like thunder. Slowly, gently, she bent and touched her lips softly to his, letting her mouth linger for a long, warm moment, closing her eyes to savor the tingling energy that passed between them.

Then she leaned back, slowly opened her eyes.

And all hell broke loose.

“What the fuck?” Taqal threw herself back to the other side of the couch, curling into a ball to avoid the sparks and sharp bolts of brown magic firing around Pippin’s body. “Pippin! What the fuck’s happening to you?”

He didn’t answer, and she wondered if he could. The magic enclosed him completely, distorting her view, but it looked as though he was grimacing in pain. She had to help him somehow.

Before she could move, or come up with any ideas of how to make it stop, Pip was pulled up off the couch and was floating in midair, legs and arms flailing, his body seeming to be alternately squashed and stretched with the force of the magic forming a bubble around him. Then he started twirling, spinning like a ballerina doing endless pirouettes, going faster and faster until he was just a blur.

With a loud pop and a flash of light that made Taqal instinctively close her eyes, the bubble exploded. There was a thump, loud enough that the windows rattled, as something hit the floor, then a few seconds of silence. Blinking against the inky spots obscuring her vision, Taqal desperately tried to see where Pip was, if he was okay. Finally, from the direction of the floor, came his raspy voice.

“Fuck me, that hurt.”


Chapter Two


Vision still foggy but clearing with each blink, Taqal looked down at where Pippin’s voice came from.

“Are you alright, P…?”

The question faded away, the words shriveling in her throat as she finally saw what was lying sprawled on her floor. It wasn’t Pip…that much she was sure of. Okay, so the being had the same red hair as her friend, but that was where all similarity ended. Gone was the diminutive stature, stocky body and pudgy figure. Instead there was a massive, muscle-bound…

…giant?

Naked. On her floor.

It could only be a giant. He was too incredibly huge to be anything else.

Taqal’s gaze did a stealthy but thorough sweep of the massive shoulders, taut waist and biteable ass, then took in the huge, corded thighs.

Muscular seemed an almost petty word to use to describe that body.

That unclothed, gorgeous body.

Taqal gulped.

The giant stirred, his chest expanding as he inhaled an audibly deep breath.

“By everythin’ that’s holy.” He groaned and levered himself up onto hands and knees. “Did that really have to hurt so damned much?”

“Wha…what happened?” Taqal finally found her voice, but it was awfully weak, even to her own ears. The words coming from the giant sounded like Pippin but her brain couldn’t reconcile what it was seeing with what it was hearing. “Who are you?”

The huge head turned, revealing a hard, angular face, both wild and beautiful. But it was the eyes that snagged and held hers. Taqal went completely, utterly still, frozen by the gleaming aqua gaze boring into hers.

“Oh crapdoodle…” she whispered. “Pippin…?”

“In the flesh, darlin’.”

“Literally and figuratively…” They finished together and, as they both snickered, Taqal knew, without a doubt, everything was going to be okay.

But there was still the matter of his nakedness, and her apparent inability to keep her gaze from straying all over his body like a roaming predator. Heat trickled through her veins, and she tamped down the urge to get down on the carpet with him and explore that amazing body.

“Um, maybe you should magic on some clothes, and then tell me what the heck just happened?”

Pippin shook his head, a little smile tipping the corner of his chiseled, infinitely kissable mouth. “Not gonna do it, darlin’. Not the clothes part anyway.”

“What…? Why?”

Not that she really wanted him to get dressed. The view was just too good. But she also wanted to know what had happened, and wasn’t sure she’d be able to concentrate with him naked. And she knew she was right when his smile widened into a grin of untrammeled delight and her entire body trembled and heated at the sight.

“Because as soon as I explain what happened, I’m coming over there to make love to you. Clothes would just get in the way.”

Taqal shivered at those words. Her first impulse was to say, ‘No’ but she was honest enough to admit, at least to herself, that it sounded like an awfully good idea. Yet, despite her instinctive physical reaction to him, it was all too weird. He was Pip, and yet he wasn’t. She was still reeling from the transformation.

“I don’t understand,” she practically wailed. “It was just a kiss.”

“Oh, no darlin’.” He pushed back until he was kneeling, and it took everything she had not to let her gaze drop down to his crotch. “It was anything but ‘just’ a kiss. It was a glorious kiss. A mind-blowing kiss.” His voice fell low and rough and sweet. “The love-filled kiss that set me free.”

“F…free? From w…what?”

By the gods, she’d turned into a stammering, gibbering mess, and it didn’t get any better when his smile faded, his face becoming somehow soft, so filled with love Taqal thought her heart would burst with it.

“From the spell I was under.” He turned toward her, crossing his legs the way he always did, except this time his knee hit the end table, almost knocking it over. Pip cursed, grabbing it before his drink went flying. “Fuck me, this will take some getting used to.”

“No shit…”

He grinned briefly, and nodded. “I know this is a shock to you, darlin’, but I hope with all my heart it turns out to be a good one.” Table disaster averted, he settled himself between the furniture, and went back to his story. “When I was a youngster I loved the ladies—but selfishly didn’t care about their feelings or being faithful. I’d do anything necessary to get into their panties, and once they gave in I’d move on to the next. Then one day I messed about with the wrong mage and she cursed me—taking away the looks I used so carelessly to attract the women. She said the curse would be lifted if I ever found someone whose needs and desires I would happily put before my own and if, even ugly as I was, she grew to love me enough to kiss me.”

His eyes were gleaming, snapping with love and desire, and Taqal could hardly catch her breath from the force of them.

“It’s been a very, very long time that I’ve been waiting to find the one who would change the very heart of me, and when I met you, Taqal, I knew I’d found the only woman I’d want to break the curse.” He got up then, taking the one step necessary to sit on the couch beside her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. The urge to touch him, to see if he were real, was almost overwhelming, but Taqal stayed where she was, frozen by the mixture of arousal and disbelief rioting through her body. With a gentle finger, Pippin smoothed the hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear, and another shiver of pleasure danced down her spine. “I’ve never met anyone I’ve wanted more, or who’s happiness was more important to me. And I know you love me too, because if you didn’t you couldn’t have broken the spell.”

Her head was reeling, and not just from the story. His nearness, the expression in his eyes, even his familiar scent, were doing crazy things to her body.

“But…”

But what? His expression asked the question, even as her brain did too. And she couldn’t come up with anything. This was Pippin, her best friend, the man who she’d just admitted to herself was the reason she’d never been satisfied with any other man. Now, when the one impediment standing between them had been lifted, she balked.

What the crapdoodle was wrong with her?

Pip cupped her cheek, his eyes boring into hers. “The real question—the only important question, Taqal—is, do you love me?”

“Yes.” The word whispered from between her lips, but was no less emphatic for its softness. “Oh, yes.”

He closed his eyes for a second, his relief palpable, and before she could say anything more she was dragged from her seat and into his lap. Immediately the sensation of his hard chest against her breasts, being completely enfolded in his arms and surrounded by the beloved, familiar scent that was Pippin’s alone created a tsunami of emotion to sweep her away. Love, thankfulness and desire washed through her, bringing tears to her eyes and a hard stab of arousal to her belly. Conflicting feelings, yet somehow they blended seamlessly together and were perfect in the intimacy of the moment. Burying her face in his neck, Taqal breathed him in, blinking against the moisture flooding her eyes.

“I need to kiss you.” Pippin’s voice rasped into her ear. “I won’t believe this is really happening until I do.”

Leaning back slightly, she offered him her lips and, cupping her cheeks, a gruff moan of pleasure rumbling in his chest, he took them.

Oh, and could he kiss! Taqal’s toes curled, her body grew hot and tight and wet, as Pippin’s mouth coaxed, demanded, seduced her into simmering, ever-rising passion. When he finally drew back, she was hard-pressed to even draw breath.

“Do you know how difficult it was to watch you with other men?” The words jolted her, for he made no effort to hide his pain. “To see you looking for love, and be torn between wanting you to find happiness and hoping one day you’d love me?”

“Oh Pip…”

He shook his head, tried to smile, but the movement couldn’t disguise his memories of heartache. “It was agony, mi darlin’. Nothing less than that. Tell me again you love me, that I won’t have to go through that again.”

“Never.” She kissed him with hard, swift surety. “I’m yours now. You know that.”

The spark that lit his eyes made her breath catch.

“You know what else was agony?” When she shook her head, he continued. “Having you get so comfortable that you’d walk around in front of me in a t-shirt and panties. Or, like now, without a bra.” His hand slid up her side, came to rest against the side of her breast and brought her already taut nipples to full, aching attention. “I’d watch those glorious tits swaying and bouncing, see your nipples tighten when you stood in front of the fridge and I’d be as hard as steel, wanting to get my hands on them.”

A surge of desire, both for his touch and to give him something he’d wanted for so long, made Taqal bold. With a kick of magic, she got rid of her dress and smiled up at him. “So what’re you waiting for now? An invitation?”

He growled, “I think that qualifies as one, don’t you?”

And before he had even finished speaking, she was on her back, Pip looming over her, his face tight and untamed.

No time for thought after that. All she could do was feel. With lips and tongue and teeth he sought out every sensitive inch of her flesh, sucking and nipping and licking until she bowed up, inundated with passion, aroused almost beyond bearing. When eventually he started moving down, trailing over her belly, his hands tugging her panties off as he headed for her pussy, she knew she wouldn’t last long before exploding into orgasm. Digging her fingers into his scalp, she urged him on, wanting the release she knew he was determined to give.

Pip eased her thighs farther apart and thumbed her outer labia open. Taqal’s hips jerked as his gaze roamed her intimate flesh, for she felt it like a physical touch.

“By the gods, you’re beautiful.” He was close enough she felt his breath as a moist gust, and the sensation made her whimper. “I’ve wanted to see and taste you for so long, it’s a dream—a prayer—come true.”

Then he buried his face between her thighs and feasted on her, as though he were starving and the only thing that could satisfy him was her.

She gasped, pleaded, writhed against his mouth, overwhelmed by the slick slide of his tongue and the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch to make her crazy with need. And the physical was only enhanced by the noises they made. She’d never realized just how arousing the wet sucking and harsh groans of a man eating her out could be until now. Those sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure issuing from between her legs joined with the sensations of his wicked, knowing mouth on her pussy to send her into a sexual frenzy. When he slid a finger into her and moaned, the combination of all that stimuli was just too much. Hips pumping, crying out inarticulately, Taqal came and came, blown apart by the best orgasm of her life.

As she finally floated back to earth, it was to find Pip holding her close, stroking her hair and telling he how perfect she was, how beautiful and delicious. His skin was hot and damp, and there, against her hip, was the hard evidence of his desire for her, if she still had any doubts. Reaching between them, she palmed his cock, then slowly wrapped her fingers around its girth.

He shivered and she smiled against his chest.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “I’d like to get a taste of this.”

“Next time, darlin’” The rasp in his voice thrilled her, its uncontrolled edge just what she needed to hear. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Pip rolled over, carrying her with him, so that she sprawled across his hard chest, his cock pressing insistently against her mound. Despite the body-shattering orgasm she’d had just minutes before, Taqal couldn’t help rolling her hips against him and mewling with desire as he groaned into her ear.

“Ride me, darlin’.” He was pleading with her, his voice a low, needful rumble. “I’ve dreamed about having you over me, taking me deep into that sweet, hot body. Claiming me for you own.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Taqal sat up to straddle his hips, reaching between her legs to grasp the iron-hard length of his cock. Lifting herself, she slicked the head of his erection through her folds, and they moaned together at the teasing move. Then she lined him up and sank down, whimpering at the sensation of being stretched and filled to capacity.

Pip’s hand were tight on her hips, his lips pulled back in a grimace of obvious pleasure. Looking down at him, feeling the hardness of his thighs beneath her, his cock so deep in her, made the breath catch in her throat.

I’m on top.

The though rocketed through her, took her desire to a new level. She’d always been afraid to be on top, worried she’d be too heavy or hurt the man she was with. Now here she was, about to take the ride of her life, and she’d never been happier, or more excited. So excited in fact she was already on the verge of coming again, her pussy contracting around Pip’s cock, her body shuddering in time with each clench.

“Oh, darlin’, I can feel you milkin’ me already and you haven’t even moved yet.” Pip’s eyelids lifted, and Taqal felt another spasm fire through her at the look in his eyes. “I want to watch you come this time. I know it’ll be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” His right hand moved from her hip to press against her mound, his thumb sliding to the start of her slit. “Will you let me do that? Let me bring you off so I can watch you?”

He was on the verge of getting his wish granted, even without touching her clit, because his words took her that much closer to release. “Yes,” she moaned, tipping her head back and lifting his other hand to one outthrust breast. “Yes, do it now.”

With a growl of assent, Pip pinched her nipple just as his thumb sought out and found her clit. His fingers kept time, pinching and rubbing together, making Taqal jerk and squirm and almost sob, it felt so fucking good.

“Yes,” she cried, as the orgasm building inside her began to reach critical mass. “Oh, shit Pip. You’re going to make me—”

The words ended on a strangled cry, as she lost control beneath his touch, instinctively rocking to get more contact on her clit, covering his hands with her own to keep them in place.

She never wanted the sensations to end, but there was only so much a body could take and eventually she pulled Pip’s hands away. Slumping forward, bracing herself on his heaving chest, she panted, trying to get a hold on herself.

“I was right,” Pip murmured, rubbing her back with one hand. “That was amazing. I could watch you like that all night. I almost came with you, it was so hot.”

Finally able to breathe again, Taqal bent farther over, until her lips were resting on his. “Get ready, lover,” she whispered. “It’s your turn now.”

Then she sealed her promise with a kiss, putting everything she felt into it, kissing him until he moaned into her mouth and his hands tightened almost painfully on her waist.

When she lifted away, Pip growled her name, his eyes flashing with arousal. “Ride me now, Taqal. Ride me as hard as you can. I need you now, darlin’. Give me all you have.”

So she did, but at her own pace. Using her thighs to lift herself so his cock slid almost all the way out before she took him back in. He growled again, threatening retribution if she kept going so slowly, but she only giggled and rocked her pelvis in a teasing, circular motion, which made his eyes roll back in his head.

Just watching him, feeling his thickness sliding inside her, made her desire rise again. She couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so beautiful—a creature of pure, joyful sexuality—and it wasn’t long before she was giving him exactly what he’d asked for. What she wanted too. Harder and faster she bounced, feeling Pip thrust to meet her each time she slammed down onto him.

“Yeah, darlin’.” He was speaking through clenched teeth, his face tight and contorted with need. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

No need to be gentle, to pretend to be satisfied with careful sex when what she wanted was this… someone man enough to take whatever she had to give, loving enough to want to give her want she truly needed. It was enough to take her to the edge again—take her there and, as Pip’s hips arced up off the couch, his cock pulsing his release, propel her into another orgasm so intense she screamed his name.

“Who knew?” She murmured later, after they’d migrated from the couch to her bed and lay tangled together beneath the covers.

“Knew what, darlin’?”



Taqal smiled, and said, “That one little kiss could lead to this?”