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here's the new chapter... where you'll find out why this story is M-rated…

** CHAPTER 7 **

House dropped his cane on the floor to free his hands and grabbed her by the wrists, yanking her to him with passionate urgency. Immediately responding to his call, Cuddy gripped his shoulders and rose on tiptoe to reach his face and let him claim her mouth without restraint. With her head tilted back, she gave in to his kiss unreservedly and he devoured her mouth, nibbling the pulp of her lips eagerly, thrusting his tongue between her teeth, twirling it with hers to savor her taste. They were relishing each other's tang greedily, as if they'd been walking through a dry desert and had finally found an oasis to quench their thirst.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed her against his erection, letting her undoubtedly know how furiously he wanted her. When she felt his hard member against her hipbone, Cuddy moaned hoarsely through his lips, the promise of what was about to happen sending a twinge of lust into her womb. The desire that was overflowing her body made her have a dizzy spell and she clutched his shirt with her hand to keep her balance.

When he felt her wobble in his arms, he tightened his embrace and put one hand behind her neck, and he kept kissing her, ardently, demandingly, passionately. Soon feeling overwhelmed and dizzy as well, he broke away from their kiss and placed his forehead against hers for a while, to try and catch his breath, while he could feel hers caress his bottom lip. The sensation was entrancing. This time, though, unlike that night at her place where he'd walked away from her after sharing a passionate kiss with her, House knew they wouldn't be able to stop or resist the voluptuous call much longer.

The violence of their impulse toward each other needed release. They both felt an irrepressible urge to explore each other, like an irrational need to conquer an uncharted territory. The craving was making them ache, sending electrifying waves through their bodies, powerfully filling their brains, desire flowing in their veins like a torrent, and making their hearts pound louder and faster against each other's chest.

He tugged her back against him, wrapping his arms around her hips to tighten his embrace and picked her up off the floor. Steadily, high on endorphins, almost without feeling the slightest pain in his leg, he carried her to the piano. As soon as she felt herself lifted off the ground, she wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him again. As he was guiding their bodies, tangled in one, he moved his hands under her perfect ass cheeks to keep her up and she buried her face in his neck, nipping his earlobe, kissing, and gently licking his skin, then biting again.

At the piano, House cautiously put her down on the floor. He tried to think straight while he still could, breathing fast, his thumping heartbeats echoing into his ears. Cuddy's hands made their way to his pants' buckle, but he moved them away before she could start undoing it. He took a step back and held her wrists tightly inside his hands to maintain a reasonable distance between them.

They locked eyes and he intensely stared at her. His pupils were dilated, dark with desire, and his gaze was searching in her gaze for confirmation that it really was what she wanted. She nodded, and without taking her eyes off of his, she twirled her wrists in his hands to free herself from his grasp. With hooded eyes, Cuddy leaned back against the grand piano and held out her hand in an inviting gesture. When he took it, eyes still locked with hers, she smiled sexily and avidly yanked him toward her. They instantly resumed kissing, more roughly and demandingly, never getting enough of every inch of skin exposed to their lips, and it became obvious that they were both tremendously craving this.

She arched her back against the piano and he leaned down to her, burying his face in her cleavage. He rubbed his nose along the hem of her blouse and breathed in deeply. Her smell was intoxicating, a subtle mix of body scent and a light citrus perfume that seemed to have been created just for her, and it drove him crazy. He needed more of that smell, her smell...

While kissing her silky skin, his hands reached out for her shirt buttons and, not wasting any more time, he deftly started undoing them, one by one. He drew her shirt open and revealed a black lacy underwire bra that cupped her breasts just perfectly. The vision made his breath hitch and he stared at her in awe for a second. He slid his fingers inside the bra and brushed her nipple with the tip of his index, smiling at her when he felt it harden under his touch. She gasped and grabbed a full strand of his hair at the base of his neck, throwing her head back to give him better access.

He freed one of her breasts from its cup, and covered the areola with his mouth, softly licking her erect nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucking it between his lips. Her chest expanded on a deep breath, and he pulled back to look up, reveling in the vision of her carnal arousal. Every one of her reactions was the best of his retributions. He couldn't get enough of her body language: Her hooded eyes, the way she bit her bottom lip, how her chest rose with every heavy breath that she took, the shiver that he could see coursing at the surface of her skin, the perfect tension in her neck as she stretched it to give in to his caresses… It overwhelmed him. She straightened up a little to look at him, and her gaze implored him to move on to the next step. Teasingly, he placed her breast back inside the bra cup and waited a few seconds for her reaction.

An aching moan escaped her lips and she tugged at his shirt to help straightening herself up. Compellingly, she rubbed her hips against his manhood and impatiently started to undress him. She got rid of his shirt buttons without even glancing at her hands, too busy kissing his neck and nipping at the indent of his collarbone. Impatiently, she peeled the shirt off him and threw it on the floor, his tee-shirt following soon after.

Visibly satisfied with the result, she laid her palms flat on his bare chest and started rubbing it possessively. Soon craving more, she leaned down and trailed greedy kisses everywhere on his torso, nibbling his nipples, and caressing his skin with her nose. House slid her blouse off her arms and unhooked her bra, finally freeing her breasts. She closed the distance between them and enticingly rubbed her ivory skin against his, while tracing winding lines on his back with her fingernails, going up and down his spine, scratching his skin lasciviously.

It was his turn to moan, his erection now aching inside his pants. He was high on endorphins, and he closed his eyes as the rapturous, soothing sensation pervaded his body. But his craving for her returned instantly and he crashed between her breasts to kiss them again, grazing her nipples with his teeth, almost leaving bite marks on her skin.

"Oh God, yes," she breathed out in a sigh, arching the small of her back.

She reached out for his jeans' zipper and took his shaft inside her hand. She wrapped her slender hand around its length and began stroking it up and down and he couldn't take it anymore. He cupped her face in his hands and stared lustfully at her.

"We need to move," he said, breathless.

"No, here. Now," she pleaded, tugging at his jeans and boxers impatiently to slide them down past his hips.

He took a small step back and gazed at her with wonderment. What he felt for her in that moment was indescribable and it overcame him, like a tidal wave squashing him, making him dizzy, the force of his desire for her almost painful. Without taking his eyes off of her, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and hiked it up her thighs. His fingertips came in contact with the lace of her stockings, and he groaned his approval. She flashed him a coy smile and he stroked her thighs, moving his hands between her legs. He slid his fingers inside her panties, and she shuddered, intoxicated by her own craving for him. He brushed her slit with the back of his fingers and she moaned yearningly. Slowly, he parted her folds and pushed one finger inside her core. She was wet and so ready for him. He needed to be inside her.

He backed her against the grand piano keyboard and shut the lid, clasping her waist while she sat down and leaned back, arching her back toward him. Then he hooked his fingers to the waistband of her panties and hastily slid them down her legs, before throwing them offhandedly behind him. He kicked off his sneakers next and got rid of his jeans and boxers, discarding of his socks in the process, and she stared at his naked body, unashamed, and sensually bit her bottom lip.

He pressed on her knees to spread her legs and positioned himself between her thighs while she hooked one leg around his hips and pressed her high heel against his ass. He reached for his erection in the space between them and positioned the head of his shaft at the entry of her core. She gasped loudly as he gradually eased his length inside her, and a low groan got caught in his throat when he was finally sheathed deep inside her warmth. His fingers dug into the plump flesh of her hips to hold her body firmly against his groin, and he started moving inside her, mightily.

Twenty years since he'd first experienced that intoxicating sensation. Ten years working together, spent dancing around each other, teasing and flirting. There was so much pent-up desire between them in that instant that the need to let it out became stronger than the will to make it last.

He started thrusting into her then, hard, and fast, burying his face into her neck and breathing heavily against her pulse point. She cupped the back of his head with her hand and combed his hair with her fingertips, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing on the small of her back to keep her steady. His hips swayed rhythmically, and she hooked her other leg around his waist, anchoring herself to him to welcome his hammering thrusts, rocking her pelvis in time with his shoves. She leaned back and placed her hands flat on both sides of her thighs, and then she started undulating her hips, creating a spellbinding dance that increased the friction of his groin against her folds.

"Don't stop," she beseeched, panting. "God, please, don't stop."

"Stay still then, or I won't be able to last much longer," he warned.

Cuddy instantly straightened up and threw her arms around his neck. They both stopped moving and she snuggled up to him, burying her face in his neck and gently brushing his skin with her wet lips.

"Having a problem controlling yourself?" she whispered teasingly in his ear between kisses.

Above her shoulder, House beamed in delight. The woman was so incredibly perfect. She was just a miracle happening and happening now. He grabbed her ass cheeks tighter and thrust hard and deep inside her, sending a voluptuous shiver down her spine that ran from her neck to the small of her back in one quivering wave.

"Nope!" he said.

She let out a throaty laugh and squeezed him harder with her legs. He griped her waist and kept fucking her, moving in and out of her like the unchanging motion of the ocean tide. She enfolded him in her arms and groaned in pleasure.

"Faster!" she demanded.

He complied, plowing faster, and soon, he felt her body tremble inside his arms.

"You're right there," she said, throwing her head back.

A powerful shudder shook her whole body, and she squeezed her legs against his hips tighter.

"Now, who's losing control?" he said, breathless.

The orgasmic wave took hold of his body right after hers and he chased after his own release, pounding into her a few more times until he felt her walls contract around his erection and claim the proof of his own loss of control. He tightened his grip around her waist, pressing her against him, and welcomed the blissful mightiness of the surge. When the sensation quieted down, he leaned in and lay his forehead on her collarbone, breathing heavily against her skin. She smiled and gently caressed the nape of his neck, while they both let their orgasmic high gradually recede.

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