Finally, my jeans slipped free of my ankles and I promised never to wear skinny jeans again, but quickly forgot that promise when moments later Booth's hands were on the outsides of my thighs.

"Open wider," he ordered.

And those were the last words he said for long minutes afterwards, as he worshipped my body with his mouth, teasing, flicking, and tasting me.

His tongue only reached so far, but I couldn't say I was upset with that.

What he could reach he got. Thoroughly.

By the time he came back to his feet long minutes later, I was a quivering mess desperate for release.

The clink-clink of his belt coming undone had me tensing in anticipation.

It was the tear of the condom that had me freezing.

We'd never worn one before, and I didn't want to wear one now.

"Stop," I said, looking over my shoulder at him.

He had the latex in between two fingers, seconds away from rolling it onto his beautiful cock.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm clean. And I'm on birth control. Have been since you left," I whispered.

His eyes flared as he tossed the condom down onto the counter where it rolled off onto the floor, disappearing somewhere under the lip of the counter.

"I'm clean," he said, he'd have had to have a check for the fire department pre-testing when he started there.

His large, rough palm fisted his cock, making the already ruddy head become even darker.

I bit my lip and watched him line himself up at my entrance.

The moment his cock was poised at my pussy, he stopped.

"Lie to me," he ordered harshly, his breath coming in ragged pants now.

"Lie to you about what?" I cried.

"Tell me you've had no other man but me," he ordered. "Tell me you've only ever had me. Just like I've only ever had you."

I looked at him over my shoulder.

"There's been no one else but you, and honey, that's not a lie. That's the God's honest truth, so be gentle with me," I whispered to him.

His eyes flashed, and I knew the moment he realized I was telling the actual truth, and not lying to him.

He got this look in his eye, one of possession, and he smiled.

Then with infinite slowness, he eased his thick cock inside of me.

And I watched him the entire time.

Watched his mouth go slack, and his eyes go fever hot.

His breathing became choppier, and sweat beaded his forehead.

And when he hit bottom inside of me, my eyes closed.

My pussy was stretched wide around his invading cock, and I wasn't sure I was ready for him to move.

He must've realized that, too, because he held still for a long time afterwards, running his hand up and down my back.

"You're just as tight today as you were when you were seventeen," he growled.

I pushed back, giving him the silent encouragement that he needed to start pulling out of me.

He didn't waste any more time slamming back inside.

My hips hit the counter, smacking against the drawer beneath the counter with a soft thud.

The silverware that I couldn't find the other day clanged with each thrust of Booth's hips.

Booth didn't say another word, only held onto my hips and gave me all he had, moving in and out of me with a force that I'd never felt from him before.

My head dropped down and my still damp hair fell around me as I shook.

His hands, though, never let me go.

He held me as he took me, making sure that I never felt used.

And I didn't. Not even a little bit.

My hands fisted when a pleasant burn started to take root in my pussy.

The head of his cock dragged deliciously across a beautiful place inside of me, making me bite my lip to keep my cries inside.

A door in the other room opened and closed, and a bellowed, "Booth are you here," had me nearly crying out in not just surprise, but despair.

Booth cursed and slipped out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he gathered up our clothes, tossed them in the pantry that was right across the kitchen, then grabbed my hips to push me inside.

He closed and locked the door as quietly as he could, leaving us in the darkness.

My hand went to my pussy as I inadvertently started to run the pad of my middle finger over my still swollen clit.

Booth's body covered mine, and in an incredible show of strength, he picked me up, causing me to gasp softly.

He urged my legs to ring his hips, and I followed directions as he lifted me up with one arm around my bottom.

My overheated core rested against his taut middle section.

I could practically feel my juices covering his belly as he let my crotch drag deliciously down his stomach to impale myself on his waiting cock.

Once he had me where he wanted me, he let his cock go and completely impaled me on him.

My head flew back as the ends of my hair tickled my ass.

His mouth went to mine to hold my cries in as he started to pull me down onto him, then lift me back up.

The orgasm that'd been interrupted earlier was right there again, making me want to scream in pleasure.

The scream froze in my throat, however, when I heard his parents come to the kitchen.

"Grab me a beer will you?" Booth's stepfather asked.

His mother said something from too far away for me to hear, and I started to come.

Booth hadn't let up his assault, and it took all I had not to scream.

I buried my face into Booth's neck as I started to feel him come inside of me, his cock jerking as he poured his seed into my pussy.

I gasped, then bit down on his neck, teeth sinking in with nothing else for me to do to keep my screams at bay.

His fingers tightened on my ass as he pumped three more times before finally coming to a stop, enabling me to start breathing once again.

"You've gotten better since we last did this," I whispered against Booth's skin.

He squeezed my ass tightly.

"Did you say something, honey?" Booth's mother, Adria, asked.

"No," Bill, his stepdad, said. "But I'm about to go fall face first onto the bed and not get back up for a week. I've done more walking in the last week than I have for the last two years."

Adria laughed and I heard what sounded suspiciously like a kiss, and then the noises faded away.

Booth slowly lowered my legs to the ground, and then eased out of my sheath, leaving me feeling bereft.

The string that hung down from the middle of the pantry's ceiling was pulled, and the harsh glow of the single light started to illuminate our surroundings.

My eyes immediately zeroed in on the box of cookies in the corner.

"You think your dad will notice that I ate some of his cookies?" I asked softly.

Booth's head moved so he could follow the line of my gaze.

"Yes, he'll notice if you eat those. You know he has to get those from England," he said.

I snickered and bent down to grab my wet jeans.

Stripping the panties from the wet fabric, I turned my pants right side out and painstakingly started to ease my foot inside.

Booth watched me dress as he too got into his pants, albeit a lot more easily than I was.

He had his shoes and socks on, which I never recalled him removing, before I even had one foot in the pants hole.

He dropped down to one knee beside me and helped.

I leaned back and lifted my leg higher so he wouldn't have to bend down so far, and he froze, staring at my crotch.

"What?" I asked.

He didn't answer, and instead lifted his finger to swirl it in the fluids that were now leaking down the inside of my thighs.

I bit my lip, liking the half feral look in his eyes as he did so.

I inhaled sharply when he leaned forward and bit the soft pooch of my belly.

He looked up, giving me those beautiful eyes, and grinned at me.

I shook my head and wiggled my foot slightly.

"You've gotten off track," I urged.

He winked and started to work my foot back into my pants.

Time seemed to slow as he did, getting me all hot and bothered for a second time as I enjoyed rubbing those hands along me, even inadvertently.

Finally, he got them onto both feet, then we both started to pull and tug to get them up past my hips.

They'd been hard to get on dry, and this morning wasn't anything compared to right now!

"God," I said. "This is embarrassing."

He chuckled and finally slipped them up past my ass, then even further to settle on the curve of my hip. I took over from there, buttoning and repositioning one more time as he gathered up my bra and shirt.

I put those on as well, and sighed with relief.

"Now what?" I asked.

He shrugged and went to the pantry, unlocked it, and then left the small space with his hand held out behind him.

I took it and followed him out, coming to a sudden halt when my face met his back.

"Ouch," I said, looking up.

"Hello, my boy. And Masen," Adria said.

My breath hissed out of me.