A/N: I was going to leave the first chapter as a one shot, but then started feeling guilty for leaving Brennan out of the fun :) Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I'm so happy you all love smut as much as I do!

~B hearts B~

She made it all the way to the bed by the time he snapped out of the stupor he was in. She was standing there with her hands on her hips, waiting.

"Well?"

Oh, she was the one cocky tonight. After that previous display though, she had the absolute right. Shit, he'd let her keep the title as long as she kept doing that! But, like she said, it was now his turn to show her. Show her what she's been missing all these years.

It has only been a couple minutes since she finished him off, but he was already hard for her again. For a man who wore nothing but a button down shirt, he sauntered towards her with an air that boasted his own cockiness.

The look she saw in his eyes had her breathless. It was full of heat, hot passionate heat. She had backed up enough so the backs of her knees were against the bed. In one swift motion, he grabbed her behind those knees and lifted up, causing her to fall on her back, onto the bed. Before she could even think about saying anything, he was hovering over her body, his hands placed next to her head, boxing her in.

He leaned down, but instead of devouring her mouth, he went straight for the nape of her neck. The desperate moan that escaped her told him that he had chosen wisely. He nibbled, he bit, he sucked, he kissed. All of these things were driving her out of her fucking mind. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, he pulled away and looked at her, hoping her eyes would tell him what she wanted next.

She knew exactly what that look meant and told him with no uncertainty what she wanted. No, wanted wasn't the right word for this moment. Needed was more correct.

"Don't just stand there, return the favor Seeley."

Damn that woman for using his name at a moment like this! Did she want him to be finished before he even began? She knew it too. He could see it in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.

He removed his hands from beside her head and started leaving smoldering trails along her arms. When he came to her waistline, he went straight to the button of her jeans. He undid the button and slowly pulled down on the zipper, while not breaking eye contact. He then pulled down, revealing inch by inch her beautifully long and sexy legs.

She was overly frustrated now. She wanted skin, his skin. She didn't like the fact that he was still wearing his shirt, so as soon as he came back up, she unceremoniously ripped it from his body. Buttons went every where, but she didn't even give that a second thought. Her thoughts were on the broad shoulders and chiseled chest that were displayed before her. She had to touch him, had to rake her nails down him.

Oh, she was going to be the death of him for sure!

He looked down at the tiny bit of fabric covering what he desired most. With no hesitation, he swiped them from her body, revealing the most beautiful site he had ever seen. The most beautiful part was how wet he could already see she was. She was neatly trimmed and could almost see the heat rising off of her, her obvious arousal glistening.

He got on his knees and situated himself between her already open and ready legs. He opened them a tad bit more and went in for what he knew would be his new favorite dessert. With both hands on her lower stomach, he lightly ran his tongue along her soft lips. Her distinct taste had a subtle "zing" to it that drove him insane. He wanted more, and he wanted it now.

He took her hand and placed it on her clit, knowing she would know what to do. He continued to delve into the act of tasting all she had to offer. He didn't think it was possible, but their combined acts had caused her to become even wetter. Her juices were covering his lips and the stubble that covered his chin.

By her string of incoherent mumbles and ragged breathing, he knew she was getting close. He removed her hand and replaced the pressure with the pad of his thumb. He continued to devour her while rubbing her into a frenzy.

Her hands flew to his head, taking a fist full of hair in each. This action only caused him to lick and suck with more fervor, providing the final push she needed to go over the edge. Her legs clamped around his head, but he didn't mind one bit. She was pulsing because of him and he was enjoying the ride.

Once the most amazing orgasm of her life subsided, she looked into the eyes of the one who gave it to her. Where did he learn to do that? You know what, who cares. As long as he kept doing it, over and over and over again. The way he was licking his lips told her he wouldn't mind either.

She sat up and then did something that was so fucking hot. Even though the most delicious part of her was still on his face and lips, she leaned in and kissed him. She backed away, licked her own lips, smiled, and said...

"What's next?"

~B hearts B~

A/N: You're in Smutville so I know you're not shy ;) Let me know what you think!