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The House In Limbo City, Limbo City, Wednesday Evening

It had been ten days since the kids had left and Kathy was mostly back to normal. The fact that it was the end of the semester had probably helped a bit in that regard - it was possible to be maudlin and to study your ass off, but it took a lot more energy than Kathy really had to spare.

Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.

Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.

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Kathy wasn't going to answer him. She too busy pulling his length back into the wet heat of her mouth to answer.

Besides, she thought it summed up her thoughts on the matter quite nicely.

Fu-u-uck, her mouth was heaven, warm and gripping. Dante's fingers curled tighter into her hips and he found an eager rhythm with her, lapping deeply into her core with each stroke of his tongue.

Kathy was doing her best to keep her body arched off of his - though she couldn't deny she missed the slow slide of his torso pressed against hers as her whole body moved with the rhythm of her hips. Harder to do with his dick pressed against the entrance to her throat and one swallow away from being encased by it, but Kathy was nothing if not committed to driving him crazy with her mouth.

And she was damn good at it. Already, Dante could feel his abdomen clenching, going tight-- he tried to put the pleasure out of his mind as much as he could, but his own motions stuttered a little.

He drew his tongue up against her clit, hoping, working to get her closer, too.

From the noises she was making around his dick, he was probably on the right path there. She couldn't cry out his name with her mouth full, but the choked-off sounds followed the cadence closely enough.

Kathy tried to keep going, but eventually lost the battle with her will and had to pull her mouth away, gasping for air as he proceeded to wreck her, grinding his face deep against her folds with no thought for anything but more.

He loved feeling her move like that. Feeling her chase her own wants, with him helpless to do anything but help her, coax more out of her. His fingers spread across her ass, giving her something firm to settle against. His nose rubbed against her clit, his tongue slipped across sensitive skin over and over again.

Fuck, but Kathy tasted amazing.

Her whole body felt electrified, long arcs of pleasure zipping through her limbs. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her clit throbbed in time with his pulse. She was so wet she could feel herself dripping down her leg, at least until Dante's tongue flicked there to follow it back up.

"Dante," she whimpered again, saying his name with complete abandon while she lost her damn mind. Every thought she had was wiped away, every opinion, every fact was gone, everything except his name. That, she kept, the only thing, just his name right there on her tongue when everything else was dragged away by how hard she was coming above him.

He lingered, as he always did, wanting to take her halfway from this orgasm into the next. Dante's fingers stayed tight against her flesh, but it was her movements setting these final notes.

He was happy to stay in the moment.

Kathy groaned a little, still shifting over him, nice and slow. Fuck, his mouth felt good and each lap at her stretched her orgasm out just a little longer.

If it wasn't for his dick, still straining in the air, she'd be tempted to stay and let him get her twice. But, mmm...no.

Instead she was leaning back over, raising herself up on her knees a bit and away, to swallow him down again. Wouldn't stop him from following if he wasn't done with her, but she wasn't going to demand.

Well. Not that, anyway.

Yeah, maybe in a minute. After all that, Dante was wound up as fuck and he was gonna take a moment to drop his head back and enjoy the heat of her mouth wrapping around his dick.

"Fuck, yeah, Kathy..."

After the way he had lavished her cunt with attention, there was no way that Kathy could do anything less for him. No sooner did she have him in her mouth than she was sinking down on it, her nose pressed against the soft skin of his balls, the tip lodged deep in her throat. She bobbed, her hands flat against the pillows on either side of his thighs, dragging her mouth up and down his length.

Dante's hands trailed up over the small of her back as she moved, liking the feeling of something solid against his skin.

"Nobody does head like you," he groaned. "Dun' care if Anders hates hearing it..."

Okay, he probably wouldn't say that in front of Anders.

There were other things that Anders did better than Kathy - like talking Dante through his trauma. She could claim sucking dick.

His words made her preen and double down on her technique, giving him a few more long strokes with her mouth. Then she pulled away, turning her head to sink her teeth deep into the meat of his inner thigh, increasing the pressure steadily until she thought it would be enough to bruise.

And then, while he was reacting to that, she inhaled a deep breath and took him deep into the tight circle of her throat.

Her reward was a loud, gutteral groan. And then another one, when she swallowed him down and Dante saw fucking stars for a second.

"Fucking," he breathed, "Magic, you."

She was facing the wrong direction to look up at him, so the best thing she had was another swallow, letting her throat squeeze him, while her tongue pressed against the bottom of his dick.

Dante shivered. "God," he mumbled, and his roaming hands found her tits, fondling them, playing with her nipples-- he just needed more of her skin against his own.

He kept that up and and Kathy was going to end up pressing herself back down onto his face again. She was already twitchy, just from going down on him. Tears were welling in her eyes, face was turning red from lack of air, throat was a little raw - and all she wanted to do was squeeze her thighs together because sucking dick just got her there. Her nails needled into his thighs, sharp and stinging.

He knew her well enough--- fuck, she had him distracted, but he knew her, and he couldn't help himself, leaning up to slide his nose against her clit, to press his mouth back against it a moment later.

Maybe also just to muffle the noises escaping from his throat.

Kathy had to pull away from him then, gasping for breath. She hadn't quite run out of air, but Dante's face back between her legs made it impossible to do anything but. "Am I fucking you?" she rasped through cherry-red lips, her hand wrapping around him in lieu of her mouth. "Or finishing you off just like this?"

It should've been a difficult question. Her mouth on his dick was fucking wonderful.

It wasn't.

"Get the fuck on my dick," Dante rasped. "...Please."

He hadn't hit the 's' on please before Kathy was sinking down on top of him, taking him in fully with one long, wet glide. Another time she might have paused, posed, let him take in the view of the full length of her body, straddling over his hips. Now he barely had enough time to appreciate the flutter of her skirt before she riding him hard, right into the mound of pillows below him.

"I'm gonna come on your dick so hard you're gonna see stars," she moaned.

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"Already halfway there," Dante groaned, hands sliding over her thighs. "Fuck you're goddamn beautiful."

He wasn't even going to try moving. Fuck, she had this handled.

She was okay with that. This was her rodeo, so to speak, and she was gonna call the shots.

Which, for now, meant leaning over to twine her hands with his, and keep a steady rhythm. When her skirt fluttered out on the downstroke, she could see his length disappearing inside her.

Unf.

Dante squeezed her hands and let his head drop back, giving in to the irresistible rhythm of her hips. He moaned, eyes slipping shut.

Dante was hot inside her, and thick, filling her up in ways that she would never get used to, not even after decades of fucking him. She took him deep, like she had with her throat, her grip on him greedy and tight, pulling him deeper. Squeezing hard when he couldn't get further in and then the long, slow slide out before doing all over again.

She wanted to make it last. Didn't hit five minutes before she hit the peak, body clenching down before it hit.

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