AN: An image that I could not get out of my head inspired this sexy continuation. I did not plan to have this finished for the November 2018 Pornado, but I did intend to finish it much sooner than this. Good things come to those who wait, right?

She's snuggled up against him, using him as a pillow while his head is on an actual one. Her bare front is pressed against him, and she has a leg lazily over his. He took off her pumps for her before they got settled. She's still wearing his shirt, unbuttoned. His arms are around her, holding her securely with love. He lost his pants & boxers during round 2, which was incredible. The way she took control and rode him hard was primal. Both rounds had urgency and passion, and so now they've been enjoying their special post-sex snuggles that they love so much (nearly more than the sex itself).

Rick moves a hand to pet her long hair, and Kate moans happily. Neither feel like sleeping yet. They feel too wired and don't want the night to end. "Did you eat dinner," he asks with concern. "Yeah. Grabbed something right after my flight," she answers, "Did you?"

"Yeah. Ate out with a couple writer friends." He moans as she slides her fingers around his neck and stretches out to lie fully on him. He eases a hand under her shirt and over her hip to land snugly on her lower back. "More comfortable now," he wonders. "Ohh yes," she says, "I missed this. I'm not letting you go." He smiles, feeling so happy to be hers and be loved by her. The room is warm enough that they're lying without the covers over them. She turns her head to plant kisses on his neck, making him moan some more. "I am willing to let you go so that we can play some more," she murmurs.

He grins, loving the frisky side that he brings out of her. "You wanna play? You're not worn out?"

"We just had a long break. And I don't want to sleep." She sucks on his neck, driving him wild. "Are you?"

"No. Surprisingly, no."

"Can you handle another round?" She licks up to his ear.

"You seriously have to ask me that?" He pinches her ass, and she squeals. They share a laugh, and she lifts her head to be face-to-face with him. "How do you want to play," he asks, both his hands sneaking under her shirt to grope her ass. She moans deeply and says, "Well, that's a good way to start, babe." She kisses him quickly twice, and she catches his hungry eyes with hers. Their next kiss kickstarts a full-on make-out session - their bodies pressed as tight as possible, their hands holding onto each other, their fingers digging into one another's skin, and their tongues dueling. He rolls them to their sides, and she hooks a leg over his. His thigh gets wedged against her private bits, and she lets out a loud urgent groan. His fingers tangle in her hair, and he's kissing her like there's nothing else he needs in order to live. She's giving it to him right back, not wanting to break away.

But eventually they have to. He crashes her onto her back and reluctantly separates their mouths, both gasping hard for air. "Fuck," she breathes, her leg still snug around him.

When his breathing recovers, he remarks, "It's amazing what you do to me, what you've always done to me. Even before we got together." He kisses her jaw and caresses her cheek.

"I know the feeling. We're something magical together," she says softly. They share a gentle kiss before he sits up, scooting backwards between her legs. "Where are you going," she asks with a smirk. She bends her knees, and he yanks her towards him, her head slipping off the pillows in the process. His shirt that she's wearing bunches up underneath her, but they still neglect to remove it. To him, she's an erotic vision of pure beauty in the middle of the bed with her messy curls, the shirt open, her arms sprawled out, and her long & gorgeous legs falling open. He stares at her, his eyes peering at every visible inch of her. They rest at her chest, watching it rise & fall with each breath. "How do I deserve you," he whispers barely enough for her to here, but she does and smiles without verbally responding.

She lifts her right leg and perches her ankle right beside his shoulder. "Mmm, is that an invitation," he inquires. She teases, "Invitation to what?" She pokes her tongue out at him. The look on her face conveys her sexual, playful mood. She licks her lips with anticipation of his next action and gives him a wink. His eyes travel the length of her leg, and he compliments, "I've always admired your long, strong, flexible legs."

She grins. "How about besides telling me, you show me too?" She waggles her eyebrows, and he laughs lightly. "I would've without you asking me to," he replies before gripping her leg and open-mouth kissing her ankle. He's gentle, his tongue brushing against her skin and his fingers massaging her delicately. She moans softly, and she can't believe that such innocent attention to her ankle is making her shiver. That's what he does to her. The simplest of touches can rile her up.

His other hand joins in, caressing her knee, and he begins his ascent on her leg, kissing and tonguing wherever he can. She's moaning softly, watching his every move. He spies her glistening between her legs and murmurs, "Since you're so wet, perhaps you should..."

"Really?" She is genuinely surprised. "Usually you tease me and make me beg. You take care of me yourself."

"Touch yourself," he commands in that serious sexy tone that only adds to her sexual appetite, "Until I tell you to stop. And keep watching what I'm doing." He watches as she slides her right hand down her body between her legs, massaging her swollen clit with two fingers. "Oh god," she gasps. Her left leg widens more, and he resumes kissing and licking up her right leg, taking his time, feeling extra hard by the sounds of her pleasuring herself.

She struggles to not close her eyes or glance at the ceiling as her fingers provide the friction she's craving. She gasps at his tongue gliding over the back of her knee and him kissing around her thigh just above her knee. She rubs herself faster, loving his mouth on her thigh, moving so close to where she wants it despite her fingers doing the job for him. His tongue sweeps over her mid-thigh, and he commands, "Stop touching yourself."

"Now?" She slows down her fingers. "Dammit."

He looks her in the eyes. "Yes. Now." His voice is so firm that it sends sparks of electricity through her. She loves him being in control like this.

She is curious as to what he'd do if she didn't stop, but she obeys and rests her hand on the bed. He continues his ascent, and he finds a spot of her inner right thigh to suck on, making her groan. His hand that's not holding onto her right leg, finds her left one and caresses her thigh, skirting higher and higher close to her private bits each time. Her right knee is bent at his shoulder, and he guides her other to the same position. His tongue dances high on her thigh, reaching every inch. She's whimpering and moaning, feeling close to begging. But she's determined not to.

He brings his mouth to her left thigh and inflicts the same glorious teasing torture. "God...Rick," she whispers. He moans, "Almost begging, huh?"

"Riiiiick," she moans in a frustrated tone.

He kisses her thigh. "Have patience. I let you get things started there." He open-mouth kisses slowly up her thigh and stops just before he reaches her womanhood. He inhales her scent and licks his lips. He blows on her, making her gasp softly. He takes a few breaths for himself before diving in and feasting on her. He moans immediately, loving her delicious flavor on his tongue. "Oh fucking god, Rick," she exlaims.

His tongue swirls around her clit and dips lower, entering her womanhood. She whimpers as he explores, and his hands hold onto her thighs draped over his shoulders. Her feet press against his back, and when his tongue flicks her clit again, her fingers grip the bedding. He focuses on her clit, knowing she gets the most pleasure there. Her hips begin thrusting into him, and he moans again. "Fuck...Rick," she calls out.

He keeps moaning as he sucks on her clit, and she's whimpering; panting; thrusting like crazy. He glances up at her, watching her react to his sucking and then his tongue hitting her clit over and over and over again. She brings one of her hands to his head, holding on tight. "Oh god Rick!" He sucks and flicks at the same time, moaning urgently. He can tell by her sounds how close she is, and he keeps his eyes up at her, ready to watch her fall. He moans again, encouraging her to come. "God yes...oh god yes...Rick..." In the next instant she's over the edge, her body spasming; her breasts bouncing around; her breathing frantic. She cries out his name more than twice. His tongue slows down but stays on her as she rides out her orgasm. "Oh fuck, Rick!"

Once she settles a bit, he slowly kisses up her body, her hand dropping to the bed and her legs falling off him. He's loving and gentle with each press of his lips, though he swipes his tongue across each nipple because he can't resist. Besides catching her breath, she also moans a little. He kisses his way to her mouth, and she opens to him instantly. She can taste herself on him. Though open and deep, they take their kiss slow and steady. She throws her arms around him and hooks her legs around his thighs. She moans at the feel of him hard against her and sneaks a hand down to grab his erection, stroking him lightly. He moans loudly and breaks away for air. "Hmmm," she teases, "Now what do I do about this?" She strokes him harder, and he groans, "Fuck...Kate..."

"Maybe I should make you come like this...and you can blast your load on me." Her hot voice and hot suggestions only make him groan more. She's rendered him speechless. "Or maybe I'll give you what you just gave me. Though...you are so close to entering me." She thrusts herself against his cock.

"God, lover, just make up your mind," he says, wanting to come however she allows him to.

"Ohh, tired of the teasing, are we?" Her fingertips glide softly over his cock. "Sounds like you're almost begging." He groans in frustration.

"You're so sexy when you're helpless like this." She gives his cock a squeeze. "Fuck," he groans.

She lets him go and commands, "On your back." She gives him a gentle push as he rolls onto his back. She rises to sit between his legs and resumes stroking him. He's still speechless, only moans coming from him. She keeps a steady pace, alternating between a tight and loose grip. "At my mercy," she remarks, not slowing up.

"You want to come, don't you," she teases. He can only nod a 'yes'. She smirks before diving down to take him in her mouth. "Ohhhh god...Kaaaate..." She keeps one hand on his hardness as she sucks on him, her head bobbing up and down. Her tongue slides over him again and again, and it makes his hips thrust involuntarily. She moans deeply, and it drives him closer to the edge. She loves it, loves how much he's enjoying this.

The fingertips of her free hand glide up his inner thigh, sending more shivers through him. She finds his extra sensitive mounds, massaging them, feeling him tense up. "FUCK," he yells, about to plummet into ecstasy. His outburst encourages her to suck harder and faster, her fingers not slowing down either. "Kate...Kate...I'm..." She moans with excitement, providing the final pleasure he needs to send him into oblivion. He's calling out her name as his whole body shudders, his essence spurting in her mouth. She slows down as she swallows every drop eagerly. Once she's done cleaning him up, she rises and finds his eyes with hers. They're both out of breath.

When he manages to find his voice, he says, "You're incredible." She blushes.

"That didn't take long." She pokes her tongue out in a grin.

"Well..." Now it's his turn to blush. "I did just watch you come."

"Hmmmm that really does it for you, huh?"

"You know it does." He gives her a wink.

"I don't want this night to end," she says sadly.

"I don't either." He watches as she slides his shirt down her arms and off her body.

"But I think it may be time to turn in."

"Remember we can sleep in tomorrow," he reminds her.

"We don't have to sleep yet, silly babe." They slip under the covers and start snuggling. "We can talk and drift off to sleep. And when we wake up, we'll start the day with some good morning sex."

"Perfect. I won't be able to function right at my signing tomorrow."

She laughs. "You'll manage. And if anyone asks you to sign their chests, just imagine signing mine and do not sign theirs."

"Ooh! Does that mean I can..."

"No!"