After temporarily satisfying himself with her taste, Ichabod pulled away. His insides fluttering, a feeling of anticipation growing within him. With his eyes still closed, he murmured against her lips, "Abbie."

She was done talking. Words would only stop her from getting to what she really wanted and she wanted him. Now.

Her mouth parted further, her supple lips sensually rubbing against his. His breath hitched as she teased his mouth. He breathed desperately against her lips, longing for her taste. After torturing him enough, she finally kissed him, achingly slow, taking pleasure in savoring his delicious moans.

With his restraint near nonexistent, he swiftly cradled the back of her head and reciprocated her attentions with a hungry kiss. She tasted of sweet fruit and passion. It captivated his senses. He could never get enough of her.

She moaned, stroking both sides of his face as he splayed his other hand against the curve of her hip. He needed to feel her close, she was the only thing anchoring him to this earthly plane at the moment. He was too euphoric to be certain if this was reality or some cruel dream he would be forced to abandon upon waking. Either way, he would make the most of this magnificent opportunity. They continued kissing, their lips in a mutual frenzy to savor the taste they'd denied themselves for so long.

Dissatisfied by the short distance between them, she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled his firm, lean body against her center, the heat radiating off his body providing a stark contrast to the cold marble beneath her. Or maybe the heat was coming from her? Either way, she needed more. She couldn't wait a second longer.

After a few glorious kissess, their swollen lips finally pulled away with a sensuous wet pop. She rested her forehead against his as she caught her breath. It was just the beginning and her body was already trembling. She was ready and she needed him like she'd never needed anything before in her life.

He swayed toward her but caught himself. He probably assumed she was having another episode so he'd stopped. She could sense his reluctance to end it. She didn't mean for him to think she was cutting him off but their first time together wasn't going to happen on their kitchen counter. They needed a test run before they started exploring different positions and locations. They needed to get to know each other first, figure out what made them moan, what made them sigh, before they started being adventurous.

Quietly, she commanded, "Not here."

It took a moment but the crease in his brow disappeared when he realized she wanted to continue, just not in their kitchen. The pupils in his eyes dilated until only a thin ring of blue was visible, recognizing the permission she was granting him. She desired him as he did her. He could see it in her determined gaze. Her trauma and his rectitude would be set aside for them to revel in this moment of passion. The time had finally come. And though she'd said little, he assumed the convenience of his bedroom would be the setting in which their long-awaited union would occur.

Determinedly, he hooked both arms underneath her legs, gripping glorious handfuls of her ass, and lifted her off the counter. Though she held a sturdy countenance, his Lieutenant was as light as a feather. His eyes roamed over the delicate prize in his arms. She was an irresistibly beautiful temptress; a goddess sent to be worshipped and adored. He was a mere mortal blessed to lay eyes upon her, chosen to satisfy her every whim. Rest assured, he would play his part faithfully.

He maintained his hypnotized gaze on her as he carried her to his bedroom. She entwined her arms around his neck and managed to keep her legs wrapped in his arms as she returned his intense gaze. Unable to resist her sinful lips, he stole a few errant kisses as he padded down the short distance to his room.

Upon entering his room, he resumed passionately kissing her. Too caught up in the moment, he managed to close the door just in time for him to brusquely push her back against it. She moaned into his mouth, burying her fingers in his hair. He quickly released his grip on her legs opting to wrap his arms her waist instead. She tightened her legs around him, undulating her hips to let him know how much she was enjoying his attentions.

After a few impassioned moments, her lips began to descend down his chin, up his defined jaw and then down the tightened chords of his neck. He tilted his head to allow her better access, breathlessly sighing with every caress. He felt inebriated by the sensations. Every touch, every caress sent him further and further into an abyss of pleasure. Any hint of a sane thought disappeared from his mind.

Her legs slowly slid down his body as she gradually released her grip on him. He continued holding her tightly, refusing to release his grip for fear of interrupting their moment. Though, as she continued kissing him oh so titillatingly, his arms gradually lost their strength. She lightly licked his Adam's Apple as her lips traveled down to the hollow dip of his neck. He swallowed thickly. Her sinfully wet tongue flicked at the indentation inspiring a sharp inhale on his part. If she continued, she would surely drive him mad. She left a trail of kisses along his clavicle until her tiptoes finally skimmed the ground.

Her feet landed on the floor with a soft thud. She ran her hands down the front of his shirt until she reached the waist of his britches. His breath hitched at the sight. How could he possibly last in the aroused state he was in? It seemed impossible as her fingers began to tug at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it untucked. His eyelids fluttered as he felt her warm hands snake under it, her fingernails gently scraping up his abdomen. Delicious tingling ran through his body as a throaty gasp escaped his lips. His weak legs stepped forward as if by their own volition. He wanted to be closer to her. His length hardened, straining against the confines of his trousers as if to seek her touch.

Her fingers lightly stroked the hair on his chest as her palms slid across its broad expanse. The heat of her palms sent chills up his spine. She watched him carefully with her wide brown eyes, studying his reactions. He groaned and closed his eyes, resting his hand above her against the door, too weakened by her caresses to stand without support. No woman had ever reduced him to such state so quickly. He felt weak yet eager to please her, vulnerable yet incredibly aroused. He drowsily opened his eyes, his gaze immediately landing on her slightly parted lips. He needed another taste. He gently gripped her chin and leaned down to capture her lips possessively. He moaned as his tongue tasted glory.

His tongue expertly explored her mouth, her center already pleading with her to get the show on the road. She needed to feel him inside her, giving her that delicious friction her body needed. Feeling impatient, she pulled away and hastily pulled off her shirt. He laid kisses upon the shoulders she uncovered. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him against her, skin on skin, body against body. She demandingly pulled at his shirt, wordlessly indicating her need for him to discard it.

So he did. Quickly.

She tugged at the waistband of his pants ready to get to the action but the instant her fingers edged into them, he grabbed her wrists and forcefully pinned them against the door. She gasped in surprise at his roughness. He mirrored her expression, an apologetic look quickly taking its place.

"I...," he swallowed thickly and licked his lips nervously, feeling foolish for stopping her. He could only hope she understood his need for a slower pace. He couldn't possibly endure all of the stimulation she was providing and be expected to perform long enough to achieve her satisfaction.

"Please, allow me," he requested, finally finding his voice as he quietly gazed at her, hoping to wordlessly convey what he was asking.

She gave a hint of a smile before nodding subtly. If he wanted things slow, she could do slow. She wanted this to be a good experience for him, not one he would want to forget. Besides, she'd be lying if she said his rough move hadn't turned her on a bit. Normally, she wasn't into getting freaky like that but Crane was inspiring a whole new side to herself.

He maintained eye contact as he drew a shuttering breath and released his grasp. He gazed into her eyes passionately as he slowly kneeled, lightly sliding the pads of his fingers down her exposed arms and body in the process. She sighed in delight. If this was the pace he wanted, he'd hear no complaints from her. He kept his face close to her skin, his pink lips dragging down her smooth, warm flesh, periodically stopping to lay a kiss upon her flawless skin. His prickly beard and hot breath tickled her. She trembled, her head lolling back against the door. Yeah, slow could be good.

His face and hands stopped at the waistband of her jeans. He deftly unbuttoned them with his long fingers as she glanced down, her chest heaving rapidly. He gripped the fabric tightly and pulled it down, peeling it from her legs along with her socks. Her firm, brown legs slightly shook with anticipation.

Once the clothing had been carelessly discarded, he gently laid kisses on the tops of her naked thighs, his hands sliding up the back of her smooth legs. His fingertips slid under the leg bands of her underwear lightly massaging her ass. She leaned her head back. Fuck, he was good at this. She would end up melting if he kept it up. She breathily sighed, prepared to turn into a puddle.

She was getting comfortable when all of a sudden, he effortlessly maneuvered one of her legs over his shoulder, laying the palm of his hand flat against her lower back. He gave her a firm, abrupt push, her hips jolting toward his face. She knit her brow, her brain slow to process what was happening, until he leaned in to kiss the front of the thin fabric of her panties. She blinked in surprise.

Crane was planning to go down on her.

Abbie had read up on the colonial dos and don'ts of sex - curiosity had gotten the best of her one day - and, just as she'd predicted, oral sex wasn't something people had even bothered to record any evidence of happening. Sure, sex was common but nobody had spent time documenting types or positions. So she'd assumed if there would ever be any hanky panky between her and Crane, it would be pretty straightforward, insert slot A into slot B type stuff. But as he nosed at the thin fabric, his hot tongue insistently lapping at the outline of her folds, the thought quickly flew out the window.

Crane was far more educated on these matters than she thought. Her upper back rested against the door as she moaned. How he knew what to with his tongue to get her wet enough to soak through the fabric between her legs was beyond her. She wanted to ask but then he delicately rubbed his knuckle against the soaked fabric. His feathery touch inspiring her hips to roll as if they had a mind of their own. She whimpered as she gripped at his arm. He definitely knew what he was doing.

He looked up at her with a passionate gaze as he pulled the fabric aside, exposing her glistening dark folds, and gently rubbed his thumb against her slick, sensitive button.

"Ah, damn," she whimpered, looking down at him desperately, knowing she'd soon lose the battle to her weakened knees. He was quickly pushing her toward the edge of sanity and she was unwilling to stop it.

He locked eyes with her as he leaned his head forward and tasted her tentatively, she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. She had never imagined his hot tongue against her like this and now that it was happening, her core fluttered wildly in anticipation. It was new. It was hot. It was so not what she expected. She breathed lustily. God, this man was full of surprises, she briefly thought as his lips and tongue buried themselves further into her folds.

She couldn't help it, a loud moan escaped her throat quickly turning into a curse. "Ahhh, fuck!"

Sensing her pleasure, he parted her folds with his tongue, lapping at her wet pink flower. He had never seen a woman so beautiful or taste something so addicting. She was incredibly lovely. He would die happily right here between her legs. He relished her taste, delighted in her ecstacy. He took her sensitive folds in his mouth and gently nipped and sucked on them as if eating a ripe, juicy peach. Her nails dug into his arm as her other hand tightly gripped a handful of his hair.

She whimpered breathlessly, mewling in ecstasy. She could feel her juices coat her sensitive lips as his tongue dipped in and out of her. Then, finally, he captured her sensitive nub with his lips and tongue. He gently sucked on it. Her pelvis jerked, her legs shook, and she swore she nearly died.

Ichabod's eyelids fluttered shut in bliss as he pulled her firm button into his mouth. He moaned as he savored her taste as he would a sweet delicacy. His tongue darted out, lapping at her juices that nearly dripped past his eager mouth. He would not allow a single drop to go to waste. Her body had released her sweet nectar solely for him and he would take it all for himself. He possessively gripped her hips, widening his mouth to taste all of her.

Her body vibrated as he continued going down on her like a starving man. Nothing would distract or stop him from what he was doing to her, of that much she was sure. She leaned back against the door with her eyes shut tight, her hand gripping him tightly, trying not to lose her balance. She quickly lost the battle. Her knees weakened and she began wobble.

She whimpered and clawed at his hair. "I can't...Crane, I-I..." She pleaded nonsensically hoping he could interpret her groans.

As if understanding her perfectly, he reluctantly pulled away, laying kisses between her thighs as if to reassure them of his return. He arose swiftly and easily lifted her, carrying her to bed. Once her back hit the comforter of his bed, he kneeled and roughly slid her to him until her hips were hanging off the edge of the bed. He parted her legs and hastily placed them over his shoulders once more. She gasped as he buried his face deep within her thighs again, her back arching off the mattress.

Damn, he was eager. She'd never been with a man who was so enthusiastic about eating her out. Usually, she'd make it a point to bypass the oral part and get directly to the main event. In fact, she preferred it but with Crane, it looked like this was his favorite part judging by his relentlessness and noises of pleasure. She hadn't heard this much moaning from him since the time she bought him a boxful of variety gourmet donuts. She didn't mind. It was as if he'd figured out the rhythm to her body and was faithfully keeping in tune. If he kept this up, this part would quickly become her favorite part, too.

Teasingly slow, he slid a finger inside her. Focusing his tongue on her tight bundle of nerves, he slid another one of his long digits in and out of her, inspiring sinfully wet sounds to fill the air. The pressure inside her quickly built up. He curled his fingers just so and she felt a tingle in her hips. He continued his delicious consistency, oblivious to everything except her taste and her clenching around his fingers. A warm fluttering spread from her center as his tongue and lips continued their ministrations. Suddenly a flashing stroke of pleasure settled over her entire pelvis. Her thighs clenched together as her hips bucked off the bed. He held a firm grip of her legs preventing her from crushing his head as he continued.

She choked out, as the heat spread out, her legs shaking, "Ah, shhhiiit!"

She raised her pelvis, burying his face deeper, as she came with a jolt. She wailed in pure pleasure. Her muscles clenched around his fingers as if wanting to pull them in deeper. It felt so damn good. Her entire body jolted from the impact. He kept his mouth on her, faintly reminding her of a bull rider hanging on for dear life as its bull tried to buck him off. She couldn't control the spasms of her body but it looked like that wasn't going to be enough to keep him away from her.

After the pulsations faded, he pulled out his fingers and gripped her hips. He sensually lapped at her release as he would a melting ice cream cone with his favorite ice cream. He even quietly breathed words of ecstasy against her.

"Oh, exquisite. Delicious," he whispered to himself as he licked her clean.

Spots of white light appeared before her eyes as she shuddered from the pleasure. It was intense and they hadn't even gotten to main event. She breathed in unsteadily as she felt her pelvis twitch against his buried face. He would be the end of her.

Once he'd finished his task, he lowered her legs from his shoulders and planted gentle kisses on her thighs and below her navel as she weakly lay back against the bed, feeling deliciously boneless. He slowly pulled her soaked panties off her legs and caressed her smooth dangling legs once again. He moved her a bit more toward the center of the bed so she wasn't hanging off the edge. She barely registered anything through the foggy haze of satisfaction. He stepped away from her as she recovered, taking time to pull off his boots and stockings.

Once she'd regained some sense, she sat up in bed, her hair disheveled and her skin flushed. She watched him take off his boots and socks for a moment before she maneuvered her way off the bed. If this was happening, it wasn't going to happen on the comforter. Her perfectionism wouldn't allow it.

Ichabod licked his lips as if looking upon his long-awaited prey. She bent over his bed, preparing it for them, unaware of how inspiring she looked half-naked, her perfect ass in the air. He silently walked up behind her as she straightened back up, ready to take a step back and admire her work. She ran into his solid chest, nearly losing her balance. He gripped her arms to steady her. She gasped as he lowered his head to the side of her neck.

"I could take you like this," he whispered gruffly, as he nosed her earlobe.

His possessive tone sent shivers up her back as his fingers caressed her arms, making their way to the back clasp of her bra. He swiftly unhooked it and slid the straps off her shoulders. The item fell to her feet. He continued nosing at her neck and hair, as if memorizing her scent. His hands stroked up her sides, resting beneath her heavy breasts, stroking the underside of them with the knuckle of his thumbs. She reached up with one hand to clasp the back of his neck. She pulled him in for a kiss.

She slightly pulled away and whispered against his lips with a teasing smile, "You think you can handle my double-jugs?"

He grinned as released his neck and turned her body toward him. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, clearly understanding how that word did not have a place in bedroom discourse. She looked up at him, her face scrunching in amusement and entwined her hands in his. He opened them again and gazed down at her with humor in his eyes.

"You will never let me forget that, will you?"

"Mmm," she pondered aloud for a moment before deciding, "I don't think so."

He rolled his eyes away lightheartedly, his lips pursed. Her body shook with a contained chuckle. He shook his head as she enjoyed the moment. After her mirthful laughter faded away, she gazed up at him steadily.

God's wounds, she's beautiful, he thought contemplated her bright gaze and naked body. How could he have resisted this long? How had he not realized she was utterly perfect for him? God had literally preserved him for centuries to find this woman and it had taken him this long to fully appreciate the significance of it. Prophecies on a tablet were simply words, what he was currently experiencing transcended such meager divinations. Everything he had endured, everyone he had lost, not only had it occurred for the earth's greater good but for his own greater good.

As he gazed down upon her, his heart filled with emotion. She was his other half. There was no denying it. She understood him as no one had before, she pushed him to grow as no one had before. She opened his heart, eyes, and soul to the beauty of her world. And he'd fell in love, not only with her world but with her.

After an entire lifetime of choices being made for him, after a lifetime of settling for what came easy, he'd found her. He chose her and she chose him. With it, came its challenges but it was exactly what he needed, what he wanted.

"Crane?" She looked at him curiously, his eyes getting a faraway look.

His eyes snapped to hers and he gave her a reassuring grin. She smiled back as he lifted her hands to his lips, kissing them reverently.

She bit her lip as her mind settled on an idea. "Sit," she ordered, maneuvering him closer to the bed.

He raised his eyebrow but wordlessly obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head slightly tilted up to follow her hypnotizing gaze. She stood between his legs and released their hands. She lowered her face, cupped his bearded face, and kissed his upturned lips. His hands rested on her hips comfortably.

Feeling prepared to move this along, he pulled away and began to gently grope her full breasts. Her lips parted as he massaged them, drawing swirling patterns around her nipples with his thumbs. He gently kissed the round mounds before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down on top of him. They kissed for a moment, enjoying their position, until she pulled away, climbing off the bed.

Confused he began to sit up but she roughly pushed him back down. "My turn now," she said firmly.

His breath hitched as he blinked in realization. Her intention was to bring him pleasure as he did her. His hands nervously gripped the bed sheet beneath him. He had personally never experienced such pleasures. They were common in his time - lord knows how many times he'd witnessed it being performed in the brothels Abraham had taken him to once he'd arrived in America - but it was never something he felt comfortable allowing, not even with Katrina.

Allowing it meant allowing himself to be powerless, to allow himself to release his control, and he had never felt comfortable with anyone enough to do it. Until Abbie.

She laid a kiss on his torso, her fingers gently pulling at his waistband. He controlled his breathing, his body tensing beneath her touch. She unbuttoned his trousers but instead of taking time to remove each article of clothing left on him, she hastily pulled his trousers down along with his boxers. They slid down his long legs as the thick, curly hair of his apex gave way to his fully erect cock. He gasped in surprise. Leave it to Abbie to not waste a moment.

Once released from its confines, his thick cock bounced against his thigh. It was rigid, thick, and long. Her breath hitched as she gazed at his magnificence, glistening and ready for her. She'd always known he was blessed but this was something else. She felt mild trepidation as she took him in her small hands. His hips jerked forward involuntarily.

"Mmm, Abbie," he moaned, his knuckles turning white from how firmly gripped the sheets.

Hearing her name gave her confidence as she gently stroked his velvety cock pulling gasps from his throat. She returned the passionate gaze he'd given her a few moments ago as she lowered her head to experimentally tasted him, her tongue lapping at the drops of cum beading from his tip. His hips jerked forward. He tasted salty, uniquely him. She needed more. She grabbed a firm hold of him and slid him through her lips. He whimpered. She sucked on him, eventually licking and pumping, realizing how natural it felt to have him between her lips. His cock hardened even more, turning an intense shade as she continued sliding him in and out, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

Ichabod felt his entire body burn in desire. It felt as if she'd ignited a trail of Greek fire from his bawbels down the entirety of his arbor vitae. He could not last much longer. Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, surrounded him, lapped at him, drawing him closer and closer to his peak. He made noises of ecstasy as his pelvis began to jerk erratically.

He desperately called her name, "Abbie, treasure, not-not like this." He gripped her arm pleadingly.

She pulled away as he shut his eyes tightly and inhaled controlled breaths. He let out a growl as he attempted to control himself. She rested her hands on his thighs as he breathed harshly. She smiled and bit her lip. It appeared she wasn't half bad at that for her first time.

She'd never felt inspired to go down on any of her past boyfriends but with Crane, it was different. She wanted to taste all of him. She wanted to know what it was like to bring him to the edge with just her hands and mouth. Now she knew and it was glorious. Maybe next time she'd push him over that edge but not today. Not now at least.

Once he regained control of himself, he opened his eyes. She smirked at him, her eyebrow raised questioningly.

"Lieutenant," he murmured between shallow breaths.

She smiled seductively as she stood from her kneeled position. Hearing 'Lieutenant' come from his lips as he lay defenselessly naked in front of her, at full mast, made her feel something possessive. She could already imagine a few scenarios in which the appropriate response would be 'Captain' but she'd save that for later. She was too aroused to think about anything creative at the moment.

Eagerness bubbled within her as she climbed on top of him. She straddled his narrow hips, this time she could feel his hard cock against the inside of her thigh. She couldn't help but lower herself, lightly rubbing her sensitive lips against the length of it. His cock felt amazing, providing her with the friction she needed. She threw her head back, resting one hand on his stomach and the other behind her on his leg to maintain her balance. She could do this all night.

He moaned loudly as his hips undulated underneath her, feeling her wet, hot center glide along his painfully rigid member. He gazed at her half-lidded, nearly losing his breath as he watched her sit astride him and throw her head back in bliss. She looked absolutely divine. His hips undulated beneath her.

She whimpered, losing herself in the sensations and his enthusiastic response. She rolled her hips against him again, already feeling the pressure within her build up again.

It was too much. Far too much. She'd already stimulated him to the point of no return. If he didn't put an end to it now, this would certainly result in one of the precipitous unions in history. He abruptly flipped her over, doing his best to keep his sensitive parts away from her reach, as he kissed her. He needed to take back control of the situation. He ceremoniously lowered his lips down her neck and to her chest. He laid kisses upon her full breasts, quickly capturing her nipple in his eager mouth. His tongue drew swirls around it, his teeth gently tugging on it before pulling it into his mouth. She buried her fingers in his hair, sobbing in pleasure.

Once he'd had his momentary fill, his lips found hers once again. He finally lowered his body closer to hers. She widened her legs, the inside of her thighs caressing his hips, her stiff nipples deliciously dragging against his chest. He leaned in, his lips near her ear.

"Prophylactic," he breathed, "Do you have any?"

Touched by the fact that he was still in all his right senses – unlike her – to ask.

"No," she moaned, "I'm fine. We're fine." She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

He froze and gave her a look of uncertainty. In all the excruciating modern sex talks she'd managed to sneak into their conversations, the use of prophylactics was a standard she had insisted was customary when participating in any 'penetrative' (a word he despised using) sexual act. Aside from obviously resulting in conception, she'd been sure to inform him of all the horrifying diseases – explicit photographs included – associated with unprotected sex. She'd even forced him to endure the unpleasant task of a thorough exam and a series of tests upon his return from Scotland. He swore that not even the most ill-reputed, nefarious colonial brothels placed their degenerate customers through such depraved acts.

Thus, her lack of interest in protection puzzled him. She'd nearly traumatized him for the rest of his life from engaging in a sexual act and now she was informing him it mattered not? He narrowed his eyes doubtfully. Either she was not in all her right senses or she was withholding a vital piece of information from him.

"Trust me, Crane. It'll be fine," she reassured him, attempting again to pull him closer.

Again, he remained still. He needed an explanation if they were to continue. "How?" he asked solemnly.

She sighed impatiently. She blinked up at him, realizing how serious he was taking this. She sighed again, realizing she'd have to stop and explain.

"I'm on the pill," she said with a prompting look, hoping he'd catch on quick.

He nodded slowly in understanding. His fear did not lie within the realm of fathering a child with her but rather within the realm of the disturbing images of sexually transmitted diseases she'd burned into his memory. Therefore, he remained skeptical. He knew of female contraceptives, an ingenious invention, but he understood their limitations. "What of diseases?"

It was her turn to give him a puzzled look. She studied him carefully, trying not to be offended, when she finally realized, he had taken all their sex talks to heart. He wanted them to be safe. He was looking out not just for him but for her, too. She closed her eyes with a warm smile before opening them once again and grabbing both sides of his face.

"I'm clean and you're clean. I'm not getting pregnant anytime soon so we're good," she explained logically, hoping to convince him.

A glint of hope flashed in his eyes but the uncertainty was still there. "Are you certain?"

"Undoubtedly certain," she said with a smile.

He inhaled deeply and nodded, finally accepting her certainty. He trusted her. If she said she was certain, then so be it. He would place all his worries aside and revel in the moment. If he could remember the ridiculous acronym for living in the moment, it would certainly be well suited for this. Fortunately, his mind was focused on the task at hand. He returned her smile and leaned in to capture her lips once again, seeking their pace and mood once again.

She wrapped her legs around him feeling his steel hard cock against her once again. She rolled her hips toward him, rubbing herself against him. "Ah, yeah," she sighed lustily, resting her hands on his sides. She wanted him inside her, giving her everything he had.

He reached down and took a firm hold of himself with his hand. He rubbed himself against her enjoying the light friction against his tip, lubricating himself with her juices. She moaned with pleasure. He forced himself to contain his elation, to subdue his eager need for release. At the moment, his main goal was to prepare her to take him. She was tiny and he was a sizable man. He didn't want to injure her.

Gazing down upon her intensely, he slowly entered her, her wet warmth welcoming him in. She groaned behind her closed lips as he continued pushing inside her. She felt heavenly. She sheathed him in a wet, hot, warm grip. He felt the pleasure surge through his veins. He cautiously looked down, watching himself fill her. It was the most arousing sight he'd ever laid eyes upon but he was not finished. He slowly pulled out, her glossy juices glistening on his member, and slowly entered her once more this time lifting her hips slightly. He pulled out once more before he filled her entirely as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

Holding back a scream, she clung to him as her center pulsed around him. "Fuck," she choked out.

He froze. "Treasure, are you alright?" Fearing he'd hurt her, he looked down at her in trepidation.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she grew accustomed to his size. She gripped his back tightly as she nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm good. I'm good. I just meant, God's wounds," she shakily gasped out, attempting to give him a reassuring smile.

He nodded as his fear was quickly replaced with lust. He swallowed thickly as he carefully pulled out again before pushing back in. Her body arched as she let out a contented sigh. It appeared that she had no trouble taking him, all of him. He slowly began stroking in and out of her at a gentle pace, resting his weight against his forearms, his body damp with sweat. Their bodies moved together in synchrony.

She could feel every inch of him, every veiny ridge, slide in and out of her. His thick girth stretched her out in the most incredible way. She could barely resist grinding herself against him mercilessly. She wanted him to find every inch inside her and claim it as his own. She wanted him slow, fast, on top, underneath, to the side, in every way imaginable. Mostly, she wanted him fucking her senseless.

She let out a droning moan, pleading for more, "Ah, fuck, Crane. Yeah, harder, faster..."

He gazed at her in wonder, amazed that she knew exactly what she wanted from him. Never had a woman ever told him what she wanted. In the past, sex had mostly been a game of chance. It was 'hopeful she felt pleasure' or 'hopefully she didn't mind'. Her commands were stimulating and he was more than willing to please her. He leaned back on his knees and positioned her closer to the head of the mattress with his hips, their bodies still connected.

Not wanting to discomfort her, he placed a pillow between her and the headboard and one under her hips. He looked down at her glorious naked form before searching for her approval to continue. She nodded breathlessly. He tightly gripped her hips as he began to grind against her, his hard cock buried deep within her.

She bit her lip with pleasure, her stomach fluttering in anticipation. Her arm flew above her head, her palm slapping against the headboard. She could tell she would need to hang on for this ride. His hips circled against hers for a few moments and then he began thrusting into her. Her nipples hardened and goosebumps covered her damp skin. He started slow and quickly began to drive into her hard and quick.

Seeking a better position, he leaned over her and gripped the edge of her headboard. Soon her headboard was knocking violently against the wall, steadily banging along with his increased speed. Her body vibrated from his forceful pumping. She clawed at the headboard behind her, her other hand resting against his taut, damp abdomen. She felt herself flutter around his thick, long dick as he continued to piston inside of her. She quickly realized that she wouldn't have to touch herself to reach her peak. Her hands lowered to her sides, gripping the sheets beneath her, as he continued to propel in and out of her.

Suddenly, the tingle turned into a snaking heat spreading throughout her center sending strong pulsations throughout her core. He continued pounding into her giving her the perfect, deep, constant stroke she needed to push her over the edge. She clamped around him and yelped out in pure pleasure. Her pelvis flew off the pillow and grinded against his in thrashing desperation. He'd sent her into her second climax of the night and it felt just as strong, if not stronger. She clawed at his ass and pulled him in deeper, wanting to feel him fill every inch of her.

Ichabod slowed momentarily as her hands clenched his backside. He felt her center pulse tightly around him, keeping him in a vice grip inside her. Her thighs crushed him as her pelvis lifted off the bed. He growled in pure ecstasy. He could feel his own release beseeching him to relinquish his control. It was time.

He doubled over in painful desire. His hips, unable to resist, began thrusting against her erratically. She whimpered beneath him. He could still feel light pulsations around his member as her high came to an end. Dizziness set in, his sight became blurry as his hips thrust one final time. Her muscles pulled him deep inside her. Hot tingling spread throughout his spine as if hot candle wax were being poured down it. He clenched his eyes closed as his body became rigid. An intense pleasure shot throughout his pelvis. His throat only allowed a breathless gasp to escape as his thick seed surged from him, erupting deep within her. His tip throbbed with every hot spurt of his release. He drew in a shaky breath and shouted to the heavens above. Spots of white light filled his vision as he buried himself deep within her.

After a moment, his hips involuntarily thrust against her, this time a choked groan escaping his lips. She pulled him tightly against her as the aftershocks continued to jolt their hips against one another. Slowly, they both regained their senses, catching their breath in the process. Feeling less weakened, he carefully pulled out of her and flopped over on his back.

Licking his lips, he glanced over at her. Her bare breasts heaved, her naked skin lightly sheened in the sunlight. He quietly contemplated her tempting body. The curves of her stomach and hips, the marks left by his eager mouth peppering her supple skin, her swollen lips, her mussed hair, her thick eyelashes caressing her flushed cheeks, she was a goddess. She was his goddess. He could hardly believe that here she lay, finally, resting upon his tangled bed sheets after months of aching for this exact moment.

He quickly became aroused once again, his cock twitching alive. It astonished him. He usually required an hour or more to recover. But watching her, realizing how truly fortunate he was, realizing how in love he felt, it made him desperately want her and after years of unknowingly denying himself, his body would not waste a single opportunity.

So. Yeah. That's what happens when I keep two characters apart for so long. *shake my head* And here I thought I could keep it short and classy. :P It took two damn chapters! I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Also, shout out to everybody involved with Ichabbie Weekend. It's what motivated me to keep writing, especially in spite of having to witness all of that weekend's unpleasantness (you know the terrible promotion of Season 4 of that one TV show, "The Misadventures of Abbie's Cousin, Steve").

Anyway, thanks to all the new artwork and fanfic, I found my motivation and actually have the first draft of this story's ending completed. That's quite an accomplishment in my book so thank you!

And thanks to everyone still reading and commenting on this humble story. I love each and every one of you! One more chapter and an epilogue to go!

Your classy af fanfic writer,

semul