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He waited until she picked up her guitar, then took her free hand in his and walked them, quickly, towards the building, leading her down to the floor he practically had to himself these days.

Daphne clung to his hand as she followed, grateful for his rapid pace. She couldn't wait to get him alone and pick up where they'd left off.

When they reached his room she pulled away just long enough to set the guitar down safely on the unclaimed bed before she turned back to him and all but threw herself at him, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to caress his abdomen as she leaned up for a kiss.

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Even though he knew she couldn't hear it, he was pretty sure she felt the rumble of his groan when her soft hands slid over his stomach. Both hands slipped into her hair, anchoring her mouth to his while he took control of the kiss, tongue caressing hers.

Daphne felt him react, felt his vocalization of his pleasure, and it spurred her on, her hands moving to his waistband, unfastening it as she returned the kiss, melting into it with a moan of her own.

Wilke broke the kiss, but only because if he hadn't, he'd have passed out from lack of oxygen. He didn't pull away, though. Instead, he took in air while his lips roamed over her jaw, her ear, down her throat. He nosed her shirt collar away so he could keep kissing her shoulder, her collarbone. When the button on his jeans went, he hissed in a breath through his teeth as most of his blood left his brain. This was usually when he stopped her, when he slammed on the damned breaks.

But no more. Not now. He missed her; he missed being close like this. Missed those little sounds she made when he touched her...then his mouth was on hers again as his hands slipped under her shirt and up along her ribcage.

Daphne didn't know why the embargo was over, but oh, was she glad. She'd wanted to do this for months. She was tired of leaving his room with both of them frustrated and disappointed, and she kissed him enthusiastically to let him know how much she approved. Low, guttural whimpers sounded in her throat as his hands moved over her skin, as she pulled his jeans open and slipped her hand inside, curling her fingers around him with a hitch in her breath.

Wilke knew he was close to dying when she started her little noises, then he was close to positive he'd died when her hand found it's way inside her jeans. God. God. "God," he said against her throat. His body reacted immediately to her touch, surging and hardening tighter inside her grip; and the need to touch her, to feel her, too, was growing just as fast.

With as much dexterity as he could manage with almost no blood left in his brain, he made quick work of her shirt, her bra, then dipped low to take one tip deep into his mouth.

Daphne did what she could to help him get her clothes off, even though it meant she had to let go of him. When he took her into his mouth she cried out sharply, her hand moving to the back of his head. "Bed," she gasped, because she wasn't sure how long her legs would keep supporting her with him doing that.

Wilke had pretty much reverted to caveman by then and couldn't manage more than a grunt in agreement. By this time, though, he figured actions meant about as much as words, so he scooped her into his arms and carried her the few feet to his bed.

Seconds later they were side by side facing each other, him propped on his elbow and looking down at her flushed face. A fingertip traced her cheek and he waited until she was looking at him to speak. "You're so beautiful."

Daphne smiled, blushing faintly, and she murmured, "You're not so bad yourself." Her hand moved up and down his side as she leaned in to kiss him again, drifting lower with each pass until she grinned and sat up to get better leverage, tugging at his pants to get them out of her way and off of him.

That little tug was all the encouragement Wilke needed, and a few seconds later he'd kicked both his jeans and boxers clear of his legs. They hit the floor with a thud. His mouth, meanwhile had reclaimed the tip of her breast as he unbuttoned her jeans, fingertips brushing her lower belly just below her navel. Lips and tongue worked against the stiffening bud, teasing it to higher peak.

Daphne wasn't even aware of the whimpers that were escaping her as she ran her hand over Wilke's hip and then closed her fingers around him again, stroking slowly, her chest arching toward his mouth, inviting him to continue.

It was one of the things Wilke loved about being with her like this, the sounds only he heard and the ones he made that she would feel against her lips, her throat, and now her breasts as he moved from one to the other while her hand tortured him in the best way. He breathed her name into the quiet room and, knowing she couldn't hear it, he moved to the sensitive upper swell of her breast and traced a D there with his tongue.

Daphne laughed breathlessly as she felt the shape his tongue was making against her sensitive skin. "Branding me?" she asked, forcing her eyes open so she could see if he replied, her fingers tightening briefly, squeezing him before resuming her slow strokes.

Wilke propped up enough so she could see his lips. "Saying your name," he said simply, then her fingers tightened again and he lowered to kiss her again, deeper this time as his hand skimmed up her thigh, long fingers tracing the elastic of her panties, brushing against her through the cotton.

Daphne moaned loudly into the kiss, torn between pressing closer to him and pulling away so she could get the rest of her clothes out of the way. In the end, her immediate need won out and she arched into his touch, her free arm wrapping around him to keep him close.

Wilke couldn't help it when he felt her melt against him in answer to his touches and kisses. As a result, he increased the intensity of his kisses and pulled her panties to the side. Fingertips, rough from years of guitar playing, stroked, circled, and slipped slowly inside. He groaned against her throat.

"Ah god," Daphne groaned, rolling her hips as her fingers tightened on his arousal, stroking with more purpose. She had wanted this for so long, she wasn't sure this was going to last very long, but that was okay. At least it was happening.

That little moan was enough to nearly have him completely letting go, but he was determined to keep at least enough control to hold on to the knife's edge for a little longer. Long enough to hear his favorite thing, and something he'd missed so much the last few months - his name on her lips when she flew apart. With that in mind, his fingers moved deeper, moved quicker inside her, thumb brushing her clit in faster circles.

She couldn't think, didn't want to think, and so she just let herself feel, rocking against him, her hand stroking him eagerly in time with the movement of her hips as she felt her body tighten, that glorious tension coiling in her, driving her to move faster, breathless and completely unaware of how much noise she was making. And then she found her release, crying out as that tension finally snapped, making her buck as she came.

Wilke wasn't long behind her. The way she utterly let go beneath him, the sights and sounds of her completely giving way beneath his hands...there was probably only one thing that could have been better. Everything combined with her clever fingers over his dick and he lost the tenuous control he'd managed and cried out, his body going rigid beside her as he exploded.

Daphne managed to keep her eyes partway open so she could watch his face as she felt him come, smiling as they drifted closed again and she nestled against him languidly. She really hoped he didn't want to talk after that, because she was content and relaxed and didn't really want to move. "Mmmm..."

She was in luck then, because speech was pretty much beyond him just then. All he could manage was to pull her closer, lay his head back on the pillow, and draw little circles on her upper arm. And try to remember how to breathe.

Daphne thought that was the perfect thing to do, and she was in fact working on it herself, taking deep breaths as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. She smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his neck, resting her head against his shoulder.

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