to lift her hips, Collins more than delivered. Not only did she arch her back and tip her pussy toward me eagerly, but she also threw those hands of hers above her head in a way that pushed up her tits. She twisted her wrists and interlocked her fingers, and her position said...I'm yours. I'm ready.

I was such a lucky son of a bitch.

Not that I'd ever call my mom a bitch, but you know.

"You're giving me ideas, lying like that," I groaned.

Collins' lips twitched. "Ideas?"

Slipping my fingers out of her, I let Collins' low moan wash over me as I bent down to grab my tie off the floor.

"Earlier tonight... you liked having your hands wrapped up in this." I paused, assessing her expression. "How do you feel about it now?"

Collins considered, her eyes wild and intrigued. Wordlessly, she raised her hands, still twisted together, and presented me with her wrists.

Goddamn, this girl.

"Words, Collins," I urged, needing to hear it.

"Tie me up and fuck me, Beau," she whispered.

A rush of adrenaline spiked my bloodstream, causing my fingers to fumble as I wrapped the silky tie around her wrists. She watched with a knowing smile. Shit, she knew. She knew that even though she kept gifting me with control tonight, she was the one who had all the fucking power. I was wrapped around her finger just as tightly as she was wrapped up in my tie.

"Tying you up...done," I said, internally checking that box with satisfaction as Collins lowered her wrists back onto the bed. "Now for the fucking...."

Lowering my body over hers, I gave her a deep kiss. And just when she moaned from how my tongue stroked hers, I began to slide in. Oh, fuck. Collins gasped against my lips, tensing, and I softened my kisses.

"Relax, sweetheart."

I was such a fucking hypocrite. Here I was telling her to relax when I was hyperventilating on the inside from how wet and hot and tight she was around my cock. It was sweet torture that I never wanted to end.

"Beau," she moaned, finally melting beneath me. Into me. "Yes."

I lost it, thrusting hard and deep into that wet fucking pussy like it was made for me, and I'd finally come to claim it.

But then Collins cried out, and I stilled, waiting for her to adjust.

" Are you...all the way..." Her small voice drifted off, and she wiggled beneath me, driving me absolutely wild with her slight movements.

"Yes, Collins," I rasped. "You're taking all of me right now." Pulling back out slightly, I rocked back into her. She tipped her hips to meet mine, and oh my fucking goodness, this was heaven. "You're doing a good fucking job of it, too."

She whimpered as I thrust again, her short breaths hitting my lips like a tease. I kissed her lightly and then groaned into her mouth.

"You're gonna take it harder now, baby girl. Okay?"

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I had Collins sitting on the counter before she could reach the other side of the kitchen. She gasped a little bit before tipping her head back with a peel of laughter that made my skin tighten.

"You're still hungry even after that mouthful you just had, Collins?"

Silently, she slipped her fingers beneath my shirt and my sweatshirt, pushing them off and over my head. The air brushed against my bare skin like a satisfying caress, my sweat drying up now that I was half-naked with just my sweatpants on.

Raking her nails down my chest, she stopped to trace my tattoo, studying it. I could tell she was torn between asking me about it and continuing down the road we were on.

When she finally looked up at me, she said, "Beau, I'm always dying for more of you."

Wow. Okay.

Did my heart just stop? I think my heart just stopped. Quick, Collins. Give me CPR.

Leaning down, I kissed her slowly, needing her mouth on mine to restart my heart. I couldn't believe she felt that way about me.

"The feeling is mutual, sweetheart," I murmured.

My kisses were tender, gentle caresses as I trailed them down her neck. Which completely juxtaposed how I yanked her dress down a second later, eager to expose more of her. A detailed, black bra stared back at me, and as sexy as it was, it wasn't what I wanted to see right now. So I yanked that down, too, and then I covered her tits with my mouth, sucking eagerly. A bit rough and desperate as my tongue swirled around her nipples.

She gasped my name, and I realized just how much I appreciated every single time that one syllable graced her lips.

Reaching behind her back, I flicked open her bra while nipping at her skin. After leaning back again to peel it off, I dropped the lacy undergarment to the floor. And yeah, better believe that was fucking satisfying. Especially knowing it wouldn't be the last piece of clothing to fall to the floor tonight.

And on that thought, I reached beneath her dress and hooked my fingers in the sides of her underwear.

"Lift up, Collins." I gave her a little pat on her hip, so she knew what I meant, and she eagerly obeyed so I could slip her underwear off and throw 'em over my shoulder.

Was I going to get to strip her down every night? Because this was fucking fantastic. I'd rate it a ten out of ten as an overall experience. Would definitely recommend, but only to future me, no one else. Absolutely no one else.

"Now spread your legs," I murmured, watching as she opened up for me on the counter, her dress riding up higher and higher.

Yeah, that was really fucking satisfying. I changed my mind—twelve out of ten.

Stepping back to get a full look at her, I nearly choked on air. The way she was sitting there with her dress bunched around her waist, her tits on full display, and her pussy just barely peeking out—now, this was heart attack material.

"More," I rasped. "I want to see you."

Collins spread her legs until the sides of her knees knocked against the edge of the counter, and she was completely bared for me. Like holy shit, I was having some palpitations or something.

"How's that?" she asked, a bit of shakiness in her voice.

What a question. Collins was gorgeous and soft. Her smile was soft, her round face, soft. Her nose, even, had a softness to it. As did every inch of her glowing skin, the curves of her breasts, all the way down to her—

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby girl." I shook my head in near disbelief. "It's perfect. This is perfect. You're perfect."

"Beau..." Her chest heaved like my words had been weightier than she'd expected.

"Remember when I said we were exclusive?" I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets and using only my eyes to touch her.

Collins nodded, cracking a smile. "I believe the term you used was super-exclusive."

"Damn right I did." I cocked my head to the side. "You know what that means, right?"

She mimicked me, letting her head tilt toward her shoulder. "What does it mean?"

A smirk. A step forward. Baby girl knew exactly what it meant, but I was happy to fill her in if that was what she wanted.

"It means the only person who can see you like this is me," I said gruffly, trying to hold my shit together. I wanted so badly to touch her, but I was also enjoying this moment way too fucking much.

Collins' eyes were so wide and so warm as she took in my words. Her lips indented in a silent grin that almost seemed secretive, special.

"You like it when I talk you through it, don't you?" I asked, considering her expression.

"Yes," she breathed, further convincing me that we were made for each other. I didn't know how to shut up half the time, and for some goddamn reason, Collins didn't have a problem with sitting back and listening. "It makes it feel real, Beau."

A rough laugh flew through my lips. "Oh, it's fucking real."

She needed further proof that this shit between us was real? I'd be more than happy to oblige in providing that.

"Okay, so then what's next?" Collins asked, a twinkle in her eyes this time because she knew exactly what she was prompting.

"Well," I said, flicking my eyes over her another time. God, she was a wet, glistening mess. "You're dripping on the countertop, so I was planning on taking care of that first."

"How—" Collins broke off, arching her back as I finally got inside her again, slipping one finger in. She clenched a little around me, and it felt like home.

"How am I planning to take care of it?" I filled in for her, dropping my voice.

She nodded wordlessly, biting her lip.

Leaning down, I lined her inner thighs—thighs that were vibrating, shaking—with kisses, slowly making my way toward the target. "With my mouth." Glancing up, I found her watching me closely. "Midnight snack, remember?"

Our eyes stayed linked when I worked my finger out before thrusting it back in at the exact moment I swiped my tongue over her clit.

Collins fell back onto the countertop with a groan, and I thanked whoever had remodeled this kitchen that they had the foresight to put in an island that was the perfect size for eating out.

Smirking between her legs, I sucked and licked, reveling in how slick she already was and how that meant that she'd spent the night as turned on as me. Fuck, I'd missed this. Missed her sweet taste, missed the goddamn scent of Collins when she was like this—the perfect combination of sex and coconuts.

"Beau," she moaned, reaching down to tangle her hand into my hair. And I knew, I just knew she was about to press my head into her pussy harder, taking exactly what she wanted. And my whole body was just waiting for that moment.

"Yeah?" I muttered, pressing a little kiss to her skin before lifting my head to look at her with a smile.

"Don't fucking stop," she scolded, and then she did it; she very firmly guided my head back into its proper place between her legs, and even when I started stroking and sucking again with a huge fucking grin on my face, she didn't let up. And I pretty much loved that tipsy-Collins wasn't afraid to show me exactly what was on her mind.

With my fingers and tongue in unison, I worked Collins up until she was writhing on the countertop, more desperate than I'd ever seen her. And I knew it was because I kept changing it up on her, testing her reactions so I could figure out exactly what she liked. What she loved.

Just a little more, baby girl. You're almost there.

Collins came with a string of swear words that I'd never heard her say before, and she finally released her grip on my hair. But even though I was panting and out of breath, I didn't fall back. I licked her pussy gently, despite her sudden protests that it was too much, too sensitive, and then I moved to her bikini line and her inner thighs, cleaning up the mess I'd made. The mess we'd made.

Finally, I gave up on kissing every inch of her skin and held out my hand to her. Collins grabbed it, allowing me to pull her up into a sitting position. She scooted to the edge of the countertop before sliding off of it.

Gripping her waist to steady her, I grinned when she looked up at me with a bit of bewilderment, like she couldn't believe what just happened. But there was also satisfaction and bliss in her eyes.

"One of these days," I whispered, "I'm going finally give us what we both want whenever we're in this kitchen together and fuck you against this countertop."

There was a beat when the only thing that could be heard in the entire apartment was our ragged breaths.

"Guess I have something to look forward to," she said breathlessly.

"Guess you do."

****

I carried Collins to her bedroom last night, and she collapsed onto the bed, suddenly exhausted. Not really a shocker if I dared to toot my own horn. Which I did. No point in havin' a horn if ya didn't toot it every once in a while, ya know?

After a quick detour to my room, I returned with a pile of clothes and told Collins she had her pick of what to wear to bed. Mostly because if she'd gone to bed in the clothes she had on—well, half-on—I wouldn't make it until morning.

She picked one of my snow team shirts and nothing else, and soon I was lying next to a half-naked Collins, trying to figure out how the hell to sleep.

All things considered, though, it wasn't actually that hard. My bones sank into the bed, which smelled like everything Collins. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this perfectly satisfied with a night, with a collection of moments. And soon, I followed Collins into dreamland.

Waking up this morning, though...that was a whole different story. Collins was all over me. One leg wrapped around my waist, her face pressed into my shoulder, her hand rested smack-dab over my heart, and my arm was squished between her tits. It was a Collins sandwich, and my body was having a really fucking hard time controlling itself.

I suddenly loved sandwiches. Sandwiches were fantastic. Truly God's creation. Fifteen out of ten, would recommend.

"Beau," she groaned, starting to turn over. Grabbing her hand before she could move it, I held it here. Even though it was a bit of self-torture, I wanted to stay in the Collins-sandwich.

"Morning, sweetheart," I muttered, turning my head to the side to kiss her on top of the head. "How'd you sleep?"

"Really good," she mumbled, flexing her body next to mine in a sleepy stretch.

I smiled. "Wonder why."

She flicked my chest. "I can't believe I ever thought you were humble and cute."

Gasping, I looked sharply down at her pile of curls. "I am the definition of cute, thank you very much."

I didn't bother with the humble thing; I was realistic about where my talents were. I was mediocre in most areas of academics and couldn't fucking hold a tune or a pitch to save my life. I was hopeless at drawing and only a little better at most sports. Snowboarding was an exception, and I was admittedly decent at that. But I knew, without a doubt, that I was really fucking good at taking care of my people. And with Collins, that taking-care-of was going to include making her scream my name before bed every night.

Sorry, Nessa. Consider us even now.

"Okay," Collins said with a laugh. "You're cute. But you're also...you know." She dragged her hand down my chest, digging her fingers into my muscles like it was some kind of explanation.

The only thing it was explaining, though, was why my dick was suddenly working its way into a standing position.

I cleared my throat. "Actually, I don't know."

Collins leaned up onto her elbow, pinning me with a disbelieving look.

"What was it you said last night?" I asked, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. It was frizzy and beautiful. "Oh, yeah. When you say it aloud, it makes it feel real."

Her expression melted. "You're ridiculously handsome, Beau," she said, dropping her voice into a low hush that sent warmth vibrating through my body. "And what I was trying to say was that cute isn't what made me spread my legs on the countertop last night."

And after giving me that reminder of my midnight snack, she fell back into the bed again with a groan. An embarrassed groan, if I wasn't mistaken. "I can't believe I did that," she mumbled into her pillow.

I sighed. Yep, there it was.

"I can. Your guard was down last night, and that's when you really let yourself have what you want." Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled her into my chest. "I hope you know that when you're with me, you can always tell me what you want. Because you better fucking believe that I'll give it to you. Or I'll at least try."

She peeked up from the pillow adorably, hopefulness in her gaze. Well, that definitely seemed to pique her interest.

I laughed. "Something you want, baby girl?"

"You mentioned..." Collins paused, hesitant, and I kept staring expectantly, trying to encourage her. "Dinner. I'd really like that," she whispered, and my heart soared. But then she clipped one of my wings when she added, "Of course, I'll pay for myself and everything, but—"

"You're not going to fucking pay for yourself on our first date," I growled, cutting in as I rolled over Collins on the bed, pinning her to the mattress. Her eyes instantly widened with arousal, and damn, if that didn't do shit to me.

"Second date," she amended.

I smiled. "Second date. What about tonight?"

It was the Saturday night before our spring term began and probably the last time we'd be truly free until summer. Spending that slice of freedom with Collins sounded more than perfect.

Collins grinned sheepishly. "Tonight sounds good," she said before narrowing her gaze at me. "Don't go over-the-top, Beau. You don't need to impress me or do anything...excessive, okay?"

"Me, over-the-top?" I couldn't contain a ridiculous grin. "Never."

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what do you think - is beau going to go over the top? any predictions about what he has up his sleeves?

thanks for reading!

xoxo amelie