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25.

He moved to kiss her just as she did.

Strong as he was, she pushed him back on the couch, pressing him against the cushions. Her mouth never left his as she did, kissing him passionately, in that way that always left him breathless.

Eighteen only pulled away so she could take her shirt off, tossing it aside without a care while Krillin caught his breath - a difficult thing to do when she looked at him like that. Krillin was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. He should have guessed.

I am the luckiest man alive.

She kissed him again, gasping into his mouth when Krillin cupped her breast and rolled his hand along her. Krillin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, even as Eighteen slowed her motions and savored the moment. Eighteen cupped his face with one hand and used the other to cover his hand, encouraging his motions. Krillin ran his thumb along her nipple with his free hand and appreciated the moan he received.

"Yeah," she breathed, "Like that - yeah."

Eighteen was grinding against him, smoothly rolling her hips in a way that felt so, so nice against Krillin. It was no surprise that he was already hard - the most beautiful woman in the world wanted him, after all, and he always, always wanted her.

As good as the friction of Eighteen's efforts felt, Krillin thought enough was enough. He grabbed Eighteen by the hips and flipped her onto her back. Eighteen understood perfectly when he backed off of her - she pulled her shorts off while he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out.

A moment passed between them, not quite so desperate as before. A second where they both seemed to pause, look each other in the eyes, and think this is it.

Eighteen licked her lips, and, before he could react, grabbed him by the front of his shirt to pull him into a kiss.

Before trying to push himself into her, Krillin pressed two fingers against her and found that they slid in easily. Krillin let out a shaky breath.

God, she's so wet.

He considered, for a moment, changing his plan. He could pull her on his shoulders, shove his face between those beautiful thighs and feel her shake and shiver against his tongue until she came. But it wasn't what he wanted right now, and, judging by the way she raised her hips to get closer to him, it wasn't what Eighteen wanted, either.

Later, he promised himself as Eighteen frowned at him - a nonverbal hurry up.

Happy to oblige, Krillin took hold of himself and pressed into her. Eighteen grabbed at him and, without much choice, his hips fully pressed against hers, and he groaned loudly.

Eighteen started before he could, grinding her hips slowly against him, so he only moved ever so slightly in and out of her. Krillin grabbed Eighteen's hips, and she wrapped a leg around his waist, keeping him close.

He always thought it was a little unfair, how she used her infinite energy and superhuman strength to stay in control. He couldn't complain with the results, though - her talents always had him moaning, and she always seemed to know exactly what to do.

Still, Krillin wasn't about to let her have all the power - he unexpectedly pushed forward, hooking her leg around his arm and forcing it closer to her chest. Eighteen moaned loudly, something unusual for someone who was typically in complete control of herself. It was music to Krillin's ears, and the angle was a blessing all its own.

He must have been hitting her just right - Eighteen's back arched and she grabbed the arm rest behind her. "Fuck," she said, high-pitched and positively whiny. Eighteen was breathing hard, and Krillin felt like an absolute stud at the sight of her so hot for him.

He'd think he were lucky, if he were able to think about anything but how good all of this felt. The electric feel of Eighteen against him took his breath away; Krillin gripped Eighteen's hips so tightly just to stay grounded.

They fell into a rhythm of long, even strokes of their hips together. Beads of sweat formed on Krillin's brow and ran down his face. Krillin tried to keep his breath even, to stay in control of himself - he closed his eyes tightly and tried to hold off on finishing, an almost impossible task under the circumstances.

He felt Eighteen's fingers brush against his face, and Eighteen ran her thumb across his cheek. Krillin opened his eyes to find Eighteen looking at him with a smile, even as ragged breaths escaped her. His face in one hand, Eighteen brushed her sticky hair back with the other.

"Let go, love."

Krillin gasped, leaning into her hand. His motions paused, and his hips pressed tightly against her as her as he came. Eighteen sighed loudly beneath him, and the pressure around him increased as she came, her fingers curling against his cheek and her back arching for the duration of her orgasm, aided by the renewed (but not-so-smooth) rolls of Krillin's hips against her.

Eighteen's hand slid down his face and trailed along his chest as she came down from her high, relaxing against the couch. Krillin lowered her leg off his shoulder, then leaned over to kiss her softly. He lingered over her for a moment, then spoke.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," she smiled, then promptly pushed him off her.