I tried to finish this completely, but really struggled at the end. I'm going to switch POV's for the next update. I really think that'll help, this feels so one-sided to me.

But I did want to give you something for the weekend, so, there's some smutty good stuff at the bottom.

The next update of Inconceivable won't be until next week, it involves quite a bit of research, and I'm taking my time to make it as accurate as possible. :)

From last time: "They're okay," I told him. He kissed them again and laid our clasped hands on my bare knee, his thumb tracing tiny circles on the sensitive skin there.

Isn't it crazy how the tiniest of touches can make you feel like you're on fire?

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way he was making me feel. "So, why security?" I asked, tracing my finger over the embroidered emblem on his left chest.

Mmmmm, he was so… Solid.

"A paycheck," he shrugged. "We do a little bond enforcement too, some sub-contracting for various agencies. It's what I'm good at." His thumb circled more firmly. "What about you? What's after college?"

"Med school, for sure. After that I don't know, I'm leaning towards research."

"Brains and beauty? You're the total package, babe."

I flushed again and felt a little tongue-tied. Compliments always made me feel awkward.

"You know what? I have some fruit in the fridge, let me just grab that."

Yes, I'm also a bit of a coward.

I kneeled up, unfolding my legs to stand, when the squashy couch cushion gave and I fell forward, straight into his chest. My face half an inch from his.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose," he murmured right before he closed that tiny bit of space and kissed me, dragging me into his lap.

Mmmmhmm, me too.

My god, he was good at that. You know how sometimes it feels like a guy is trying to suck on your uvula? Like they think they need to shove their tongue so far in your mouth that they're checking out your gag reflex, but they just end up slobbering all over you? Yeah, there was none of that here. Just pure, delicious oh-my-God-I-could-to-do-this-for-hours need. It was everything, the way his hands stayed just shy of anywhere really, really fun, the way the tiny rasp of his stubble rubbed against my chin, and the small vibration of his moans against my lips were setting me on fire, again. My physical reaction to this contact was almost scarily intense. There was only one other place on my body that I wanted to feel his tongue more and I was way too chickenshit to ask for it.

His hand slid under the back of my t-shirt and I groaned at feeling his warm bare skin on mine. Suddenly dying to feel more of him, I pulled back and started to tug his shirt off. This time he let me. What was revealed to me as I peeled that shirt off of him, was a vision I will remember to my deathbed. He was breathing a little bit heavily, his eyes were black and his mouth was kiss swollen and slightly open. Every single muscle of his shoulders, arms, chest and abdomen was clearly defined and covered with the smoothest, firmest skin.

I was straddling a god and it very much looked like he was enjoying his view as much as I was enjoying mine. I can't tell you what an ego boost that was.

"I don't know where to touch first!" I whispered. "You're so gorgeous."

His fingers slid into my hair, loosening my pony tail until it was all poofed out and wild. "Yeah? So are you, Steph."

I ran my hands slowly up his belly, loving that each muscle would contract slightly as I passed over it, marveling that I could affect him like that. His fingers tightened and he tugged me back to his mouth, that magic tongue making me squirm against him. He eased back until he was lying down on my squashy old sofa, never letting go of my lips.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been for me?" I murmured between kisses. "I want you so fucking much."

"You got me, Babe. Whatever you want." He answered, kissing his way down my throat.

I shifted against him, the tip of his clothed cock rubbing the length of the seam of my shorts. One of us moaned, long and loud, probably me. I did it again and realized that it wouldn't take much more than that to make me come. I could already feel the coil tightening. But I also knew that I didn't want to do this on my threadbare couch. I kissed him one more time, getting lost in him for a beat, before slowly standing. He sat as I moved away, looking a question at me. I held my hand out to him, "Come with me?" I asked quietly. His eyes darkened even more and he stood, following me, his hand still in mine, down the short hallway to my bedroom.

I stopped in the doorway, my earlier bravado vanishing. He snugged his body behind me again. The warmth of him soaking through the thin cotton of my shirt. "What do you want, Babe?" He murmured in my ear. "You said you wanted me, what do you want me to do?" His hand was at my waist, his fingers gently playing with the drawstring of my shorts, his other, softly squeezing my upper thigh.

I sucked in a breath, I'd never been that good at talking my way through sex. Sure every woman could do the, "More… Harder… Deeper," chant. But, actually telling this man that I wanted to see him completely naked, with his gorgeous face buried between my legs, or oh god, in any number of positions fucking me as hard as he could, took significantly more ovaries than I possessed.

He must've sensed my sudden nerves and he squeezed me gently. "Tell me, Babe, I want to hear it."

"Take off your pants," I breathed, "I want to see you." He was so close behind me that I felt his cock twitch through his pants and his breath hitch when I said that. His heightened excitement at the expression of my desire, made any remaining anxiety I had float away.

I turned to face him, staying just far enough away that I could watch his long fingers work his belt. My eyes flicking between his face and the beginning of a mouthwatering happy trail he had revealed. Before he could bend to untie his boots, I kneeled down and tugged the strings loose. It took a solid thirty seconds of staring at his lower abdomen to realize that there was no underwear waistband obscuring my view. I looked up at his face. He was looming over me, his eyes feral and dark, belying the gentle way his fingertips were touching my cheeks.

I reached up and pushed back the two sides of his fly, slowly lowering the zipper. Up close he smelled so damn good, even right here, like expensive soap with a hint of musk. I leaned in closer still and he let out a half-moan. Kissing the skin just under his belly-button, I smoothed my hands up his solid thighs, over his hips and let my fingers slip under the loosened waistband at his lower back. I pushed down and lowered his pants, drawing out the moment when I finally saw what already felt to be a well sized cock. It wasn't until I got his pants past his perfectly squeezable ass that his dick was freed, it swung out heavy and hard and I had to bite my lip to stifle the whimper I wanted to let out. He was longer and thicker than BOB and I didn't even usually penetrate myself with it. I knew that the vagina had an incredible capacity for stretching and lengthened nearly double when a woman becomes aroused, but I still had to wonder if he was going to fit. Logistically it looked, I wasn't going to say impossible, but difficult. I was definitely going to do my best to find out though.

I only meant to kiss the tip of him before standing, but the skin of the head was so smooth and firm, like silk over steel, I couldn't help but linger there. Those gentle fingers slid into my hair and he let out a strangled groan. I looked at him as I opened wide. Unable to take too much in, I closed my lips around the head and rubbed against the frenum with my tongue. He gasped and let his head fall back, resetting his feet wider so he didn't fall.

Huh, what do you know, Kelly was right when she said I would be just fine looking at his other head!

"Wait, Babe," he said, slowly pulling himself out of my mouth. "Come up here." His fingers curled under my arms and he tugged upwards till I was standing in front of him. "You need to catch up."

I kept his eyes as I pulled my top off, the heat inside me multiplying exponentially as his mouth dropped open the higher I pulled it. The only good enough reason to break eye contact with him was the opportunity to touch him again, so I shoved it over my head as quickly as possible. He quickly stepped out of his boots and then the pants were gone and I had to take a second to shake my head.

I had the man I had been lusting after for a solid month, gloriously naked, standing next to my bed. And, as someone who has studied and aced Anatomy and Physiology believe me, he was almost too perfect to comprehend. I stepped closer, placing one hand on his chest, feeling the thumping of his heart under my palm.

I reached back and unsnapped my bra, his eyes immediately heading south. His hand traced up my arm, ending at my shoulder, his thumb slipping under my bra-strap. "Can I?" He asked quietly, his other hand mimicking. I nodded and he slipped the bra off, sucking in a breath in the process.

Okay, there are two things that I really like about my body, well, three I guess. I have what I think is a cute nose and a pretty good set of tatas. I was a full c-cup that were still high and firm enough that I rarely felt the need to embellish with a push-up bra. My nipples were usually pretty perky and I'd received enough compliments on the girls that I was sure I wasn't alone in my opinion. The way he was staring at them, like he was committing them to memory, was beyond the kind of attention they'd ever received before.

He stepped into that last foot of space, his body so close to mine that every time I took a breath my nipples would graze against his warm skin. His fingers gently traced my back from my shoulder blades to my waist, the very tips slipping under the waistband of the shorts, brushing the top of my ass.

How can you burn inside and still shiver?

"These too?" He asked, opening his fingers wide, pushing the elastic away from my body.

I nodded, not even the slightest bit shy anymore, but my cheeks were flushed so hot I was probably glowing. There was no embarrassment either, just bone deep desire. I could not remember ever being so turned on by another person before. I had been right when I said he was overwhelming. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling though. There was something very liberating in the absolute trust he inspired in me.

He slowly pushed my shorts and panties down, stopping to rub gently at the crease between buttock and thigh then lightly cupping each cheek. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He groaned in my ear, squeezing harder. "Touch you here? The first time I saw you, you bent over to pick up a fork, right in front of me. I wanted to do this then." He kissed me again, his tongue stroking against mine so perfectly, my heart pounding. The idea that he had been as attracted to me as I was to him was intoxicating, that dizzy, swoony feeling in my head chasing away all thoughts except for him and me and what was about to happen in this room.

I shimmied my legs to get rid of my shorts and kicked them impatiently aside, needing to be totally unencumbered before him. He broke the kiss, bringing his hand to my face, stoking his knuckles gently down my cheek, my throat, the slope of my chest and breast. Pausing there he circled my nipple, hardening it further, making me ache. "You are stunning, Babe. So fucking beautiful," he whispered.

His fingers kept moving downward, stopping to cup my hip, his thumb rubbing the ridge of bone to the top of my thigh, making my mouth go dry. Grabbing his face, I dragged his lips to mine again, needing an anchor so I didn't float away. I was no shy young virgin, but goddamn if I could remember ever feeling like this before. On fire, but shivering; present, but drifting.

That thumb of his moved lower still, smoothing over super-sensitive freshly shaved skin. He deepened the kiss and turned his hand to drag his blunt short nails through the small patch of hair left there, a satisfied hum vibrating his lips. My head involuntarily dropped back when those fingers finally made it to my lips, slick with juices, beyond ready for him to touch me.

"Hmmm," he hummed again, "You're so wet." A single finger slipped between slick skin and easily found my clit, stiff and throbbing with wanting him. He circled it once and slid that finger inside me, my knees giving at the sudden delicious intrusion. Next thing I knew my back was against the wall and my knee was crooked over his elbow, his mouth fastened to mine, the wet tip of his cock, rhythmically rubbing my hip, his finger still working my pussy. The thrust of his tongue in my mouth conjuring images of what it would feel like significantly lower on my body. His lips broke from mine, working their way down my throat. He ducked and licked at my nipple, making me cry out and grab his shoulders for balance, despite the cool plaster at my back holding me up. He sucked it in deep, his teeth just barely palpable at the very tip. "You taste so good, Babe." He murmured, switching breasts. Between his magical finger inside me and the thumb that'd started a gorgeous circling of my clit and his soft, wet mouth, I was going to fall apart in less than a minute. I was ready to beg.

"Please?" I whispered.

His eyes snapped up to me, "Please, what?" His breath blew across the moisture he had left on my nipple, making it harden almost painfully.

I bit my lip, why was this so hard to ask for? "Kiss me lower?" He arched a brow and a sly grin appeared.

His fingers slipped out of me and he moved his mouth to the underbelly of my breast, placing a sucking kiss there. "Here?"

I groaned because that was fucking awesome too, but shook my head.

"How about here?" He asked, kissing the skin over my ribs and down to the curve of my waist.

Oh! That was nice too, but shook my head again.

His grin widened, and he dropped fully to his knees, placing my knee over his shoulder he raised a quizzical eyebrow to me. "Here then?" He tilted his head to the right and placed an open mouthed kiss in that same juncture where thigh met hip. The same one that he had teased with his thumb.

I was fully exposed to him now, but the only thing I could feel was need. Like earlier in the kitchen, I had reached a point when I was done with the teasing. I pulled one hand from his shoulder and slid my fingers into his thick, silky hair, gently guiding his mouth to where I really wanted him. "Please Ranger, lick me?" My voice so much stronger now. The effect of my words was electric. That wild look darkened his eyes again and all the playfulness was gone, it seemed like every muscle in his body coiled a little bit tighter, his cock twitched and bounced, standing proudly upward. He trapped me with those eyes as he leaned forward, his hand cupping my ass cheek, pressing me closer still. He kissed my mound, making my standing leg wobble, and then I felt him, he snaked his tongue out and slid it through my folds. I couldn't have kept my eyes open if I tried, I slumped back against the wall, clutching his head to me like a lifeline, moaning so loud my neighbors could probably hear me. He hummed against me and slid his hand up the back of my left thigh, hitching that leg over his shoulder too. Okay, this was a first for me. I was actually sitting on his shoulders while he licked and sucked at my clit. His hand on my ass rotating so his fingers could get in the mix. I nearly screamed then as two of them slid inside and he flattened his tongue, licking at the underside of that unbelievably sensitive nub. "Are you going to come for me, Stephanie?"

"Yes," I hissed, looking down at his gorgeous face, digging my hands deeper into his hair. That, right there, that image, that's exactly what I wanted. He had pulled his mouth away, just millimeters from my aching pussy, his fingers moving faster, his eyes were serious and dark and so fucking sexy, seemingly taking in my reactions to his touch. "Please don't stop." I begged. He watched me for a second longer and bent his head, licking again, more firmly this time, seeming to unerringly know exactly what to do to make me shatter. I did scream this time, it was just too much and not enough, holding him tight, rocking my hips, and probably suffocating him. I came so hard my toes curled and every muscle in my body clamped down and then released in the most deliciously agonizing way. I felt him smile against my thigh, he kissed me there, then laid a gentle kiss right on top of my clit, making me jump in my state of hyper-sensitivity.

Slowly stroking my thighs, he guided them off his shoulders and stood, holding my hips and grinning like a cat that got the cream. "You okay?" I nodded, still too winded to speak yet. I grabbed his face and heedless to the moisture on his lips and chin, I kissed him. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his, I reached down and stroked his thick cock. He tensed and leaned his forehead to mine, breathing deep. "Do you have protection?" He groaned as I pumped him. "I didn't bring anything with me… unh… I didn't think that this would… fuck, if I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to explode."

I smiled then and peeled myself off the wall, slipping out from under him. With my legs as wobbly as a new born foal, I crossed the three feet to my bed. Opening the drawer and pulling out the box, I caught his raised brow and slight smirk. "I told you, Rie and Kelly really wanted me to call you."

"Remind me to thank them," he chuckled darkly. He took the box out of my hand and ripped it open, placing two condoms on the table and putting the rest away.

Two?

He turned to face me then, pacing forward, all litheness and muscle, like a big, beautiful jungle cat.

Oh god, this was going to be so good.

Yes it will Ms. Plum!

Yay! We'll finally hear what's going on in that head of his, soonish. It sucks that I have to work at my actual job this weekend. Stupid bills.

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Love,

EA xoxo