I have to make this short this time, for I don't have much time today. Here's the next chapter and as the title shows it is a NC-17 one. So everyone who's too young for this or doesn't like erotic scenes has to wait until Thursday, when I'm back with the next chapter. A big 'Thank you' and an even bigger hug to all my dear review-writers! Loved your feedback so much. And see you all at Thursday again!

Translated by: Jenna

Beta read by: SG6169


Greed


"The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us."

William Shakespeare, "King Lear"


There it was again, that familiar blond, only slowly emerging from the wetness that made the color appear darker, as she let her brush glide with slow strokes through her hair. A little smile settled on her lips. It was nice to be able to regain a small part of herself after such a long time masquerading, even... relaxing. She put the brush away and pushed the outer strands of her hair carefully behind her ears, looked searchingly at her face. She looked a little tired and exhausted, but was, despite her au natural state, relatively pretty to look at, and the bright, thin nightgown she had slipped into, had a certain charm, for it was a bit tapered and presented the curves of her body in a very pleasant, unassuming way. She was sure that the grumpy man out there in the living room, to whom she felt so painfully drawn to, would be in for a surprise when she came out of the bathroom like this, for his desire for her had grown so much in the last few hours, despite his immense efforts, he couldn't hide it from her. There was such a hunger in his eyes that made her very excited, and had not only influenced her to shower, but to also get ready for bed early and as a result to have as little fabric on her body as possible. To be honest, it wasn't nearly late enough to go to bed yet.

Their trip to Detroit had not taken long, since Gabriel had been able to organize a small private plane that brought them right to the city limits. Beth had been amazed at the connections the old vampire seemed to have anywhere in the world, even more so because she had heard he rarely left Europe and usually led a reclusive, solitary life. But maybe that was just another one of those stupid half-truths that had been bandied about everywhere.

At least Gabriel had been able to secure, in somewhat of a hurry, this little flat on the outskirts, minimizing the risk of being detected by the Legion greatly, for they usually only controlled hotels and other guesthouses. That was why it had not bothered her that much when the old vampire had departed so soon and had told them he would pick them up again early the next morning to continue their journey on to San Francisco. Although he had not wanted to tell them where he was going that night, she had still been grateful to him for his discreet disappearance, because it had allowed her to spend a little time with Mick alone. Time they needed so urgently, because there were so many things they needed to talk about. Quite apart from the fact that she was also dying with longing for physical contact with him.

Mick, however, had not been as enthusiastic about Gabriel's disappearance. She had observed a slight flare of panic in his eyes and since then he had only spoken the bare necessities with her, had avoided her in the small apartment as much as possible, and had again and again cast these glances at her that slowly drove her crazy.

But now she was going to put an end to the little drama taking place there in his head. She straightened her shoulders, turned determined and left the foggy bathroom. In the living room she stopped again and wrinkled her brows in confusion. No Mick. But from the kitchen came a sound, as if someone had pushed a chair back, a soft frustrated sigh, and then silence again. What the hell was he doing in there?

She took a deep breath, steeling herself inwardly for the upcoming battle, and walked with firm steps into the kitchen. The sight, awaiting her there, made her pause slightly shocked, for it hadn't been awhile since he had shocked her with the same image: Mick sitting on a chair with his sleeve pushed up and spread out on the table in front of him, injection utensils. Only this time there was no syringe in his hand. He sat bend forward bracing his forehead in his hand, his eyes closed.

Beth swallowed the lump in her throat and moved closer to him, causing him to raise his head surprised and look at her. His gaze wandered over her body and she all too clearly saw the greed immediately flare up in the depths of his beautiful eyes. He tore his gaze away from her with distinct difficulty and instead took one of the small vials from his case and stared at it with twitching cheek muscles. Well wonderful! This had really started out 'great'!

Beth swallowed hard and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What are you doing?" She asked as friendly as possible.

Mick's chest expanded with a deep breath, his eyes still staring at the ampoule. "I'm thinking," he answered shortly.

"Is this one of Peterson's meds?" she probed further. He nodded after a moment's hesitation and tilted the vial slightly, so that the small amount of fluid in it flowed from one side to the other.

"Then it has apparently lasted much longer than four weeks," she noted in order to conceal the horror that had struck her at seeing just how little of the cure was left.

Mick took a deep breath through his nose. "We went easy with it..."

"And why do you want to waste it now? You just took it a few hours ago... "

She was surprised when he now looked her and contracted his brows a bit confused. Then he seemed to understand what she was talking about and shook his head. "That was just a mixture of vitamins, minerals and other substances that I urgently needed... and blood..." With his last words his eyes left hers and sank back to the vial in his hand.

"I still don't quite understand why you need to use it now," she returned and Mick looked at her again, with this anger in his eyes that always surfaced, hiding his true feelings when things became emotionally dicey for him. How she hated that!

"I'm thinking about it, okay?" He brought out very clearly. "Besides, it's my decision..."

"Is it?" She asked slightly irritated. "Strange, I get the feeling that this decision somehow concerns me for the most part..."

"Then maybe you're wrong," was the impudent lie, and his anger now began to flare up in her.

"I doubt it," she answered poignantly and somewhat won the small battle of gazes between them because he was now looking again at his hands. For a brief moment there was silence between them, tense, awkward silence, then Beth gathered up her courage again.

"Mick, don't you think Gabriel would have asked you to take the meds some time ago if it were really necessary?"

"But I need it," he returned quietly after a brief hesitation, still not looking at her.

"Why?"

"Because ... because..." He struggled for a good reason, but was apparently not successful. "Because I just need it."

Beth rolled her eyes unnoticed by him and took another step toward him, so he raised his gaze warily.

"If this were true... why haven't you already injected yourself with it?" she asked him softly. His eyes wandered back over to his hands and he gritted his teeth firmly. Caught. This was the exact point she had to hold on to.

"We've already dealt with worse situations than this without using the meds, Mick," she went on and saw his eyes flicker, a clear sign that her words had hit the bull's eye and yet he still struggled against this reasoning, clenched his hands into fists so tight that she was afraid he might accidentally crush the ampoule, which he was still holding in one of them.

"And you're not alone," she added. "I'm on your side and can help you..."

His troubled gaze shot up at her. "No! No Beth! You can't help me with this, okay?" He uttered outraged. "There are things I have to take care of on my own, things no one can help me with! Just accept it for once and leave... leave me alone, okay?"

His words stung, but what hurt even more was the tortured look in his eyes that he couldn't hide from her. There it was again, this stupid idea that he had to handle all his problems on his own, to be strong, to take on the world alone, no matter how wounded and weakened his mind still was. In Mexico, they had made so much progress with this. Although she had expected his old behavior patterns to return once Mick had regained his strength and health again. To support and train his vampire side had also meant neglecting his humanity for that period of time, depriving it of the space needed for development...

Beth took a deep breath, tried to put her own anguish aside regarding this insight and to choose her words carefully.

"I know this situation isn't easy for you Mick," she brought out with a slightly husky voice, "but it's not easy for me either. Never before in my life I've been on the run, I've rarely had to endure such fears as in the past months and yet I still believe that this will all be over someday... that we'll be able to live in peace again. Until then, we have others who will help us and give us the support we need… and we have us, Mick." She paused for a moment, because she now saw the chaos of feelings her words had stirred in his interior. His breathing had become much faster, and his cheek muscles twitched so clearly it was hard to avoid. He closed his eyes and she felt encouraged to go on.

"This is the only thing that matters, Mick," she added quietly, "and deep down, I know you feel the same way. You just can't come out and say it. Instead, you hide behind this wall of resistance, fear and aggression..."

She had to once again take a breath to maintain her controlled tone. Her own statements weakening her self-control.

"And do you know what the sad thing is about all of this?" she now added almost in a whisper. "The person you're hurting the most, that you harm the most, is you."

She looked at him for a long moment, watched how her words worked in his head, how he wrestled with himself and then reluctantly decided to leave him alone. To go on pressuring him at this point would go nowhere and would only drive him even deeper into his dark hole. Instead, she turned and started to walk back into the living room. Her heart gave a little jump when suddenly his hand shot out and his fingers closed around her wrist, keeping her from leaving.

"Wait," it slipped quietly from his lips and when she looked at him again, the cold and defensive look was almost completely gone from his eyes. Instead, all his longing for her, his fears, and particularly his deep regret was revealed to her in his eyes so much so that for a moment her breath caught and her heart melted in seconds. Profound relief washed over her and removed all tension from her body.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and the pain in his dark eyes confirmed once again how much his own aloof behavior had burdened him, how difficult it was for him to cope, at the moment, with himself.

She stepped closer to him immediately, because she could feel this was what he wanted, and raised her hand to his face to caress his cheek with all the tenderness she could muster.

"You don't need to be, Mick," she whispered and watched him close his eyes briefly, then he pushed his arms around her waist, drew her still closer to him, now standing with one leg between his. He took a deep halting breath and then let go of the rest of his worries, pressed his face to her belly as she bent down and gently enfolded his head in her arms, burying her nose in his hair, and also inhaling deeply. Finally. Finally he had let her get close to him again. Finally she was able to let him feel how much she loved him... needed him…

"I'm so sorry," she could hear him mutter once again, dull against her belly, and she moved away from him little so she could look at him. The pain written in his beautiful eyes was so deep but also so unnecessary. "I... I don't know why I do this, but sometimes..." He desperately tried to find the right words, but still could not finish his sentence. "Hurting you is the last thing I want..."

"I know," she whispered, instinctively taking his face into her hands, bent down to him and gently pressed her lips to his forehead, his eyes, and finally his lips, wanting to tell him that there was nothing that she had to forgive him for. How good this felt...

The expression in Mick's eyes changed once more, the longing for her closeness became stronger and he raised a hand, brushed her still damp, blond hair gently from her face, only to reach out for her neck and pull her head down to him. His lips met hers again, a little firmer this time, but still far too short. Beth's heart began to pound in her chest and she met the next kiss clearly a little more breathless, capturing his so incredibly soft lower lip for a short time with her lips before she again released him. She searched his eyes nervously. There it was the burning desire, which had also taken possession of her body so quickly, driving her to bring her legs astride Mick's thighs and settle down on his lap. His arms closed around her waist now, pulled her tightly to him, into the seductive warmth of his body. Then his mouth pressed hungrily to hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, quickly found hers and with a low moan began this exciting game of caressing and teasing that Beth also yearned for so impatiently. Her hands slid over his shoulders, down his broad back, dug into his shirt and tried to pull it up immediately. She gasped for air as he released her lips again and instead conquered the sensitive skin just below her ear. One of his warm hands found its way under her nightgown and slid there over her heated flesh, rapidly approaching her breasts.

Beth shuddered and moaned as his hand found their target, slipped gently over her sensitive nipples, hard with arousal, only to then clasp one of her breasts a little tighter, caressing it with his long, warm fingers. She pushed, impulsively even closer to him, pulling now even more impatiently at his shirt, which for some reason didn't want to slide any further than his shoulder blades. Mick's mouth had roamed lower, sucked at the tingling skin of her cleavage, while his hand wandered down her side, grazed her hip and then slid between her thighs. Beth let out a deeply aroused gasp. The touching of her pleasure center, the exciting pressure of his fingers on the most sensitive spot of her womanhood came so suddenly that she'd forgotten for a moment to breathe. The more disappointed she was when he moved his hand away after only a few seconds and also pulled his lips from her cleavage, breathing heavily.

"God... this isn't happening," he uttered with great difficulty close to her ear and she leaned back a little in order to look at his face. He had closed his eyes and seemed to be struggling with himself significantly. She could see that he was clenching his teeth tightly and took a deep breath through his nose.

It was hard for her to think in this state of excitement but she knew immediately what was going on and tenderly touched his face, making him open his eyes again. It didn't surprise her that they were much brighter than before but this had never frightened her. She leaned forward and kissed him again, deepening the kiss as soon as she felt how eagerly he gave in to her. His reason this time had no real power over him. His hands instinctively slid around her back, pressed her again closer to him and she used the opportunity to grab the hem of his shirt and finally pull it from this beautiful brown skin. Beth broke the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt over his head, and caught his lips again as he automatically slipped his arms out of the sleeves. He had little chance to escape her, instead, responded with a deep groan to the urging of her tongue and enclosed her in his arms, rubbing his chest provocatively against hers. Her nipples were so erect and hard that he simply had to feel them, their movement against him, and she closed her eyes moaning, enjoying this contact with all her senses. And this skin beneath her restless fingers, moving over his muscular back... How could something be so soft and at the same time be so firm, feel so good?

Beth let out a choking sound, as his hands rapidly roamed down her back, grasped her bottom and pulled her lower body closer to his, pressing her violently throbbing sex against the hard bulge in his jeans. She took a ragged breath as he released her lips again, pressed his mouth onto her neck, sliding his tongue further down over the heated skin. His next move against her center caused a deep groan to escape her and she automatically pushed her pelvis forward, rocked herself provocatively against him, clung to his shoulders and pressed her lips to his neck. The strap of her nightgown was quickly pushed down her shoulder and the already very deep neckline of the thin piece of cloth slipped further beneath her breast. Beth bit her lip, as Mick's hot breath met her erect peak for she knew exactly what would follow. She dug her fingers even tighter into his shoulders as his lips closed around the delicate flesh and her eyelids sunk. His mouth was so hot and moist, and this suction so unbearable. Oh, God... his tongue...

The loud groan could no longer be avoided. She rocked her womb automatically into his lap again, enjoying the intense pulling, caused by the friction, and provoked a quite similar sound as hers from his throat. He raised his head, pressed his lips to her neck while his hands grabbed her hips and pressed her heated center firmly against his hard erection. His pelvis was moving against her, thus stimulating her in a way that carried her excitement to extremes. Anew, this muffled sound at her neck and then the breathless hesitation.

Please not again... He couldn't do this to her now!

Once again, she leaned back, crossed her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him. But this time he managed to evade her and she caught only his ear. Just as well... her teeth dug into his earlobe with gentle pressure, held it fast, playfully and provoked a further almost tormented sound from him.

"Beth, don't...," he gasped and his hands seized hers, detached them with difficulty from his neck. But her lips glided now under his ear, sucking at the soft, delicate skin beneath it. She could feel him shiver. Nevertheless, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away from him with great difficulty.

"It... it's not possible," he croaked, and the greedy look at her lips revealed just how hard it was for him to say that. He really didn't need to torment himself so much. With this feeble resistance it was not that difficult to lean forward again and press her lips onto his.

"Beth...," he mumbled and tried to push her back. Though, he had let go of one of her hands again, which immediately found its way across his chest down his taut belly. There was a very simple way to make a man totally submissive... Unfortunately her fingers were stopped by his hands only a few millimeters away from their target and were pulled up again. So she once again pressed her mouth to his neck.

The next sound he uttered was almost frustrated. "Beth! I transform!"

She now looked up again, looked into his bright eyes, watching her with a mixture of concern and devouring hunger, bent forward and simply kissed him anew. And the same game started all over again: The frustrated sound, the pressure on her shoulders, their lips breaking apart only incredibly slowly.

"Are you even listening to me?" he brought out breathlessly.

"Mick, I have no problem with your vampire side," she had to say now in a hoarse voice. "And I have no problem with you biting me."

That was actually not quite true, because the last bite had been very painful and therefore she didn't have a particularly fond memory of it, but her desire was now so strong that she would do anything to satisfy it.

She saw reluctance, almost anger flare up in his eyes. "I... I don't want to bite you!"

She leaned forward, looking at him beneath heavy lids. "Liar," she uttered softly and let her lips brush against his very gently. She felt him struggling with his control.

"I shouldn't bite you," he uttered scarcely audible, his eyes fixed on her lips. How wonderful such a weak will could be sometimes...

"You should," she whispered, took his lower lip again between hers and sucked gently on it. Beth felt the quivering inside him, felt his excited panting on her lips and let go again, letting her lips slide over his chin, over this irresistible dimple...

"You... you don't understand," he whispered to her hoarsely. "It's not just about me..."

His pulse was beating as fast as hers, she could now feel it under her lips, which were slowly moving down his neck, could feel it beneath her tongue...

"Beth..." Moaned, her name sounded even more beautiful. She let her hands slide across his chest, down to his nipples, which shamefully revealed his own desires, in addition to the hard bulge between his thighs. Very tenderly she ran her fingers over them, rubbed them, did the things Mick always did to drive her crazy. There were some men who were just as sensitive there as women, and Mick was clearly one of them, this was evident by the soft hiss he made as he drew air in. She took it calmly, as his hands grabbed her arms and pulled them from his body. She simply thrust her pelvis forward again against his groin.

"Beth..." There was slight desperation in his voice and she almost felt sorry for him. But only almost. Her own desire was too great to be withdrawn now and she had a right to sleep with him, because, since their time in Mexico, they were, in her eyes, a real couple now. He couldn't start again to hide behind his fears.

Unfortunately he saw things differently and had now decided to use more strength yet to push her by the shoulders away from him. She was a little startled when she looked into two white-blue eyes and behind his parted lips indeed showed the tips of his sharp fangs. For a moment she froze and Mick closed his eyes tightly, focused on trying to breathe deeply and calmly. She hadn't noticed in her lust how far his transformation had advanced. And she was surprised how little the sight frightened her, even though the events in the nightclub were still not that long ago. After a few seconds of hesitation, she raised a hand and touched Mick's cheek. He winced slightly and opened wide his still bright eyes in dismay, while her thumb tenderly ran along his cheek toward his ear.

"Mick, you've bitten me so many times by now," she whispered. "It really doesn't matter to me..."

"It's... it's different than before," he replied almost inaudibly, while his eyes were lusting for her lips, which were slowly approaching his. "I... I really want it..."

"What?" she breathed against his lips.

A deep, heavy breath. "Your… your blood... "

The way he said it, the deep desire in his voice, sent a pleasant shower down her back. "Then take it," she whispered hoarsely to him.

"You... you're not my Freshie, Beth," he gasped and his eyes rested now clearly on her neck, on her throbbing carotid artery, brought the skin above it to burn.

"I know, but I want you to have it anyway," she whispered, lowering her lips to his again, but Mick eluded her with a slight shake of his head.

"If I do, the others will see," he gasped tense. "This is dangerous, Beth. It's like a sign to them that you're available to the vampire world..."

"Then bite me somewhere where no one will see it." She couldn't believe that she actually suggested this to him and this idea additionally aroused her.

"Mick, I want to be with you," she added, explaining, "really be with you, be close to you, sleep with you and I know this will work. In Mexico, it was possible as well..."

He shook his head almost imperceptibly. "I was much more human there..."

"You were also in control on our first night together, Mick, and you were a full vampire back then."

"I'm much more dangerous now..."

"Not to me!"

In his eyes sparkled, besides his desire and longing, now, also slight pain. "I... I hurt you, Beth," he uttered barely audible and with deep remorse in his voice, and she knew that he was talking about the bite at the disco.

She smiled softly, stroking his cheek tenderly. "You were in need but you still remained in control and stopped when it was necessary."

"But we... we had no sex. This is something entirely different. We've never had sex before when the vampire in me was so dominant, longed for your blood so intensely."

"Then you'll just have to bite me now, right away. Then the urge will subside." She could hardly believe she had said this, but the words were out, could not be withdrawn. If she was honest, she didn't really want to either.

Mick looked at her for a long moment, struggling with his feelings, but Beth could quickly see how much her tempting offer weakened his will. The hunger for her blood had to be really huge. Her heartbeat quickened as he grabbed her hips and stood up with her, sat her on the table before him, without losing the intimate contact with her body. His deep, blazing look into her eyes made her blood boil again and let the heat in her abdomen grow stronger because she knew that he would not back down again from here on.

He lowered his head, brushed his lips against hers and teased her before he took possession of her mouth, before he let his tongue search for contact with hers. Beth sighed inwardly, her arms wrapped around his neck and she returned his kiss passionately. How could a man taste so wonderful, trigger such a strong desire for him inside her? She noticed only marginally that he pushed her backward, made her slowly sink down onto the table. Her own greed for this man almost burned her inside. She took a deep, trembling breath as Mick's lips roamed to her chin, down her throat to her collarbone.

'He's going to bite you. He's really going to bite you,' it hammered in her head and her excitement grew with every inch his hot, wet mouth, moved down her body. He now pushed up her nightgown, let his lips slide over the soft skin of her ribs and belly. She felt his tongue, caressing her heated skin there in the most intense way, but didn't linger there, instead wandered further down. Her heartbeat upped its pace once more and she caught her breath as he reached her hip bone. Where was he headed?

Her breathing was really heavy now. His lips were just too close to her pleasure center, as they irritatingly slow moved along her hip and shortly thereafter reached the tender, very sensitive skin of the inside of her thigh. He did not move much further down. She bit her lower lip as she felt a slight suction there, and eventually his tongue, stroking the soft tissue above the vigorously pulsating artery there, massaged it, preparing it for the bite. Beth closed her eyes, enjoying the tingling sensation that this intense contact was sending from there directly to her hot, wet center and caused the throbbing and pulling to become almost unbearable. She was so ready... ready for whatever was to come.

The pain was fine, like the bite of an insect, then the suction started and Beth inhaled surprised, grabbed reflexively at the edge of the table and arched her body. She had not known how closely the nerves were connected there to the central point of her femininity. He could have sucked there directly - the intensity of this act would certainly have been the same. The deeply excited sounds breaking from her throat at that very moment were almost alien to her, while she was struggling for air with her heart wildly pounding. Too intense... too intense... Don't stop it... more... more...

Tingling heat wandered from the point he was so fervently sucking at, through the many small blood vessels even into the most hidden corners of her body, made it quake and sensitized it in a way that made her feel even the smallest breeze on her heated skin. The pulling in her belly had taken the same rhythm as the sucking of his hot mouth, increased with every greedy draw and drove her rapidly close to the climax her quivering body yearned so much for. She felt dizzy and her muscles began to tremble. Now... now...

The pulling sensation stopped much too fast and released her abruptly from her tension. Beth's head dropped back onto the table and she closed her eyes, drew in rapid breaths the air she needed so badly into her lung. She felt Mick's fingers on her hips as she tried to get her raging emotions back under control and breathe deeper and calmer, felt him pulling down her panties, slipping them down her thighs and eventually freeing her completely from them. Her stunned mind didn't realize what he was about to do until his hot breath met her heated center, but at this point it was already too late. Beth jerked as his tongue pressed against the most sensitive spot of her womanhood, initially caressing her there only cautiously and gently, but these gentle touches alone were like shooting electric shocks through her so incredibly sensitive body. She opened her eyes and let out a surprised gasp.

"Mick… wait," she gasped, struggling for breath, and tried to close her legs, but he wouldn't let her, instead held her thighs and began to increase the pressure with his tongue, licking and teasing the sensitive bud of her center in such an intensive way that Beth's mind was completely void in no time and her body was ablaze in flames. She heard her own ecstatic moaning and heavy breathing as if from a distance while her fingers now gripped the edge of the table more firmly and her body arched up to him, submissively and quivering.

'More... more ... Don't stop!' was pounding in her head and she closed her eyes again, abandoning herself to this incredible feeling, to the intense throbbing and pulling in her abdomen the enthralling play of his tongue was causing within her. The tension in her abdomen grew rapidly to a level that was almost painful. Then it was already there, the climax, far too quickly and too violently, washing over her writhing body like a mighty tidal wave, let it shudder briefly and then submit to the violent contractions of her core.

Mick's lips had left their place and had returned to where he had started with this devilish game. She only noticed the pull on her thigh again when the violent throbbing in her abdomen, the noise in her ears subsided. She could hear Mick breathe heavily and opened her eyes as he just straightened and closed his eyelids, obviously enjoying the taste of her climax. Her arms trembled under the weight of her body as she sat up out of a deep instinct, threw her arms around his neck and just pulled him into an intimate kiss. She could taste herself and even a bit of her blood on his lips, his tongue, but that didn't matter, only aroused her desire for more. Mick seemed to be a little stunned, reacted to the urging of her mouth distractedly and returned her kisses slightly languid. Beth didn't mind. Somehow it gave her the feeling of power. She let her hands appreciatively run over his warm, beguilingly soft skin, while still kissing him deeply and dearly. These muscles... this body... this taut belly. Her hands met his jeans and quickly opened the belt and buttons. Her heart pounded as if it would burst again as she slipped her hand into his pants, was finally able to touch what had already stimulated her through the coarse fabric of his jeans so wonderfully. How warm and soft and yet so hard...

Mick drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, leaning slightly forward against her. Beth let her lips roam across his chin to his neck, sucked on his skin there as her fingers stroked him gently, thus bringing her own lust back quickly. Mick awakened rapidly from his inactive state. His hands grabbed her hips again and pulled her closer to his body, brought Beth to stop in her motion and instead pushed, with growing impatience, his jeans and shorts down his hips. His hot breath hit her neck, just before his lips pressed fiercely onto her mouth, smothering the groan she was forced to utter through his now very rapid penetration. She clasped his neck and enjoyed the firm pressure of his fingers that dug into the flesh of her hips to help her meet his next deep thrust. She tore away from his lips again and inhaled deeply and noisily in chorus with him, closed her eyes and leaned back a little, gave herself over to the sensual rhythm, their sweaty, connected in the most intimate way, bodies moved now. To feel Mick inside her, to feel how he was stretching her, filling her up, was still the most incredible feeling she had ever felt, so exciting, so intense, so breathtaking. His mouth had again pressed to her neck, sucked on her skin, while his hardness began to move faster, more violently within her. Beth propped up her trembling body with one hand behind her, pushed her legs over his hips, crossed them above his buttocks and pulled him even closer to her. Mick bent forward to support his hands on the table to penetrate her deeper, giving his thrusts even more force. Beth held firmly to his shoulder, pressed her face against his neck, breathing heavily and closed her eyes. The tension in her throbbing core was driven to the absolute maximum and she held her breath.

The orgasm came quickly and again with this incredible force that made her cry out Mick's name this time. Then came the whistling and humming in her head that drowned out the beating of her heart, this pleasant shower, these goose bumps that seemed to invade her whole body, and the violent waves of contractions in her abdomen, which now also drove Mick across the border with a deep groan, finally collapsing on her. Despite the exhaustion, washing over her, she noticed that Mick did something close beside her neck, but she was too exhausted to turn around. Moreover, it was so much more wonderful to wrap her arms and legs again more tightly around him and to savor this feeling of oneness for a little while longer, to enjoy the reverberations of this wonderful act.

"I love you," she whispered into his shoulder, pressed her lips to his collarbone and took a deep breath, felt like he did the same and was simply happy for this moment. She hoped so much, that in the near future there would be many more of these happy moments. They both needed them so urgently.