** CHAPTER 56 **

House grabbed her hand and unabashedly guided it down to his groin to palm his erection.

"Oh-ho, Dr. House!" Cuddy guffawed. "This 'big cane' doesn't look tired to me, at all!"

He grinned and flashed a knowing wink at her. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and stroked it up and down its length, brushing the head with the pad of her thumb, while she grabbed his balls in the other, and kneaded them gently inside her palm. He stifled a moan and threw his head back onto the pillow.

"Oh God, gently!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna make me come before it's even started!"

She instantly stilled her hands and stared at him, with a warning frown.

"Oh no, stud, you'd better control yourself! I'm too horny now. You're not allowed to ball this up!"

He looked at her and burst into laughter.

"What?" she said frowning somewhat menacingly at him.

"Nothing! I just love it when you say 'ball up' and mean it so passionately" he said, chuckling. He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her to him to kiss her. "Don't worry about Little Greg here! He's not going to let you down… because you're such a turn-on, you sexpot!"

"Don't try to wheedle me with your smooth talk, and just keep it up!" she answered, trying hard not to burst into laughter herself.

Seeing her in such a teasing mood increase his desire even more and he peered at her ravenously. Without a word, he removed her hands away from his groin and she looked at him, puzzled, as he grabbed her by the shoulders to make her lie down on her back. Sitting on his knees next to her, he seized the hem of the sheet and sent it flying above him in a wave, letting it fall down on his shoulders like a cape.

"Why don't we focus on you for a minute?" he said playfully.

She furrowed her brow intrigued, but a roguish smile formed on her lips when he dived under the sheet, with a greedy groan. He still took his time to slide along her horny body, trailing kisses on her skin, nibbling the erogenous spots that he knew would undoubtedly arouse her the most, causing her to arch up her curves in erratic, disjointed jolts. He finally reached the apex of her sex and she let out a yearning moan, indisputably expressing how much her body was aching for him to taste her. He spread her legs open and kneeled down between her thighs.

He noticed how she suddenly breathed faster above him, almost panting in anticipation already.

"Now it's your turn to show me how much you want me," he teased her, putting his hand flat on her pelvic bone.

At the contact of his hand on her, Cuddy's back jerked up and she strongly clutched the pillow's edges in her hands. He parted her folds with his middle finger, and leisurely rubbed her throbbing clit with the tip of his thumb. She let out a loud gasp and bit her bottom lip to muffle the lustful sounds that commanded to burst out of the depth of her throat. While his thumb continued to draw pleasuring circles on her nub, he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her core, finding it perfectly juicy and warm.

"Oh my, I think we've got enough proof here!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in amazement.

He removed his finger and leaned down, teasingly stopping halfway to study her reaction. He glanced up and caught a glimpse of her gripping gaze, glittering with desire. The message written in her eyes sent a shot of adrenalin through his veins that made him feel more alive than he ever had in weeks. He put both his hands on her kneecaps, but before he even began to press on them, she opened her legs wider and gave him access to her core. He crashed into her, and she gasped another moan of delight at the sensation of his tongue parting her and moving around her nub. He sucked it gently at first, then nibbled harder at the sensitive flesh as he felt the power of his tongue strokes irrepressibly sending her over the edge.

Above him, he could hear the sound of her breaths start to accelerate, inexorably turning into lascivious sighs, coming out of her mouth almost like whines begging for mercy. Incapable of holding back the wave of pleasure that was growing inside her, Cuddy swiftly grabbed hold of the pillow next to her head and covered her face just in time to let her orgasmic shouts die into the fluffy cushion, as an epileptic shudder jolted her whole body.

House straightened up and, when he caught sight of this unexpected, beautiful image, he couldn't contain his laughter. She slid the pillow off her face and jumped in surprise, taken aback by the vision she came face to face with: Mere inches away from her face, there he was, hovering over her, with a huge grin drawn on his lips.

"Wow, I'm good!" he exclaimed, proudly contemplating the beautiful, glowing mess he had turned her into. "I hope your parents are heavy sleepers, otherwise I'm pretty sure you just woke them up. As well as half of the east coast, probably."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and threw the pillow at him, but House promptly bent down to avoid it. The cushion flew over his head and fell on the floor behind him. He mechanically followed his trajectory with his gaze, looking over his shoulder and when he turned around to face her again, Cuddy was seated on her knees, just in front of him. He flashed a mischievous smile at her, ready to carry on their playful game, but the teasing look on her face suddenly faded and she stared at him with gravity: There was no banter anymore. Just absolute and unquestioned serenity as she took a deep breath and wound her arms around his neck.

"I love you," she said with a soft voice before laying a tender kiss on his lips.

House shivered, caught off guard by her confession and he enfolded her in his arms. She huddled up against his chest, her lips still on his, and heaved a deep sigh of fulfillment.

"I love you. I love you…" she whispered against his mouth, again and again, tightening her embrace and holding on to his neck as if it were her safe anchor.

He closed his eyes and squeezed her tighter, too, letting the blissful feeling pervade him. She relaxed her arms around his neck and slowly but suggestively moved her hand down to his groin.

"Are you still here?" she asked candidly, while taking the proof of his undeniable arousal in her hand.

"Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed boyishly. "Little Greg only rests when I'm asleep, and even then, he sometimes does things on his own." He shot her a knowing look. "I'll show you in the morning."

"Show me now!" she demanded, the urgency of her desire starting to tingle again inside her.

There was no doubt that the lust in her voice had summoned the man in him to satisfy her needs and that's exactly what House wanted to do when he locked eyes with her, conveying to her the intensity of his own yearning through his gaze. He seized her by the arms and gently motioned her to turn around to kneel astride his lap, her back to him.

He wound one arm around her waist to keep her close to him and then, slowly, he guided himself inside her with his free hand and took her from behind. Once he felt his hard length completely swathed deep in her core, he wrapped both his arms around her waist and began thrusting into her at a deliberate, lascivious pace, pushing her up with his pelvis. She lifted herself up on her knees and moved up and down with him, taking him inside her, pulling out then pushing down again, her tight inner walls clenching his hard member every time he moved into her.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, and fondled their round shape with his palms, feeling her nipples harden under his touch, pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger, then stroking the sensitive skin again, gently. She tilted her head back and he raised his hand to her neck, enveloping her windpipe with his long fingers and stroking her skin down to her collarbone. He bent down to nibble her shoulder and let out a groan of approval, when she sped up her tempo, pushing herself into him faster.

"Yes," he moaned appreciatively, his lips pressed against the skin of her shoulder. "God, you feel so good."

Pleasure was pervading him, and he felt the urge to take the lead from there. He seized her hips and suggestively pressed on the small of her back to make her bend over. She docilely complied and went down on all fours, and he straightened up on his knees behind her, clasping her waist in his hands, and then, he began to thrust inside her at a sturdiest pace, hitting her deeper and faster with each shove. Her body started bouncing back and forth and she threw one arm above her head and groped around to grab hold of the headboard to absorb the mightiness of his hip sways.

He groaned at the vision and strongly gripped her hips to keep her steady and close to him, and she moaned hoarsely at the sensation and threw her head back, panting louder while he sped up his tempo and struck faster into her. It was raw, unadulterated carnality and the vision of her body beneath him, her rump bouncing, his length going in and out of her, the sound of her rapturous moans, all of that became his undoing and he suddenly felt he was about to lose it as well.

He tumbled down onto her back and forcefully held her pressed against his chest as he thrust hard inside her a few more times until she came undone, and it caused her spine to jolt with orgasmic, erratic tremors. She arched her back and he felt her muscles throb and contract around his shaft. He started shuddering, his hips jerking, and he came inside her, the exhilarating wave coursing through his body and releasing endorphins in his system, providing him a fix of soothing pleasure none of his chemical drugs were able to provide.

As the orgasm still rippled in waves inside him, they both fell onto the mattress, panting, and he instantly wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes shut, wishing for the sensation to never subside as he selfishly tried to hold back the moment to himself: A moment when he felt no pain. No hurt whatsoever. Nothing but absolute bliss.

Their breaths slowly returned to normal, and House carefully lifted himself up and rolled on his side next to her. She turned around to face him, and they cupped each other's face and stared at each other in silence for a long while before they felt the need to kiss. They kissed sensually and unhurriedly and when they drew apart, he made her turn around so he could spoon her. She did and, without a word, he enfolded her in his warmth, pressing her against his chest and nuzzling the nape of her neck.

Barely minutes later, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, exhausted but fulfilled.

A/N

one week apart seems like an eternity when you're in love, right? imagine how it'll feel after a good night sleep! ;)
anyway, THANK YOU. I know I lack originality, but these are the two words I can never cease to say because this has been such a thrilling experience and you, people, are amazing!

~ maya

PS: Huddles777 I'm sorry I missed your B-day! :(
at least I'm here for lurker's one! am I right? so HAPPY BIRTHDAY lurker! :)