Her answer was to place those dainty little hands of hers on my thighs and take me even deeper. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, saliva coating me as my cock swelled impossibly larger in her mouth. She moaned around it, her knees sliding wider.

“Are you wet for me, Mouse?” I rasped, my knuckles aching from how tightly I was gripping the bench, desperately wanting this to last as she bobbed her mouth up and down my shaft, her lips swollen and tight from stretching around my girth. “Are you aching and needy?”

She nodded, and I growled, snaking my tail down between her parted legs. “Let me help you with that.”

The tip of my tail pressed against her soaked underwear, and I snarled, giving into my base need. Tangling my fingers in her pink curls, I guided her to the rhythm and depth I so desperately needed from her hot little mouth. Her eyes lifted to mine, desire shining in them.

“Such a good girl,” I praised, pressing my length as deep into her mouth as she could handle, then sliding out. Two shallow pumps in, and then a deep one, hitting the very back of her throat. Her wanton noises vibrated against my cock, and I gritted my teeth, using my tail to tug aside her panties, slipping the tip just inside her, stirring, gathering wetness, then dragging it upwards, tickling with teasing flicks.

A desperate little gasp erupted around my cock. “You need more?” Not waiting for any response, I pressed the flat of my tail against her, grinding it over her pulsing clit. “Eyes on me as you come, Mouse.”

Her scream was muffled by my cock, and, gaze locked on me, she rocked her pussy against my tail, riding out her orgasm as I pumped into her wildly, one hand cupping her jaw as I groaned between clenched teeth, and released into her.

Her throat bobbed, swallowing two weeks of my pent-up need for her, and when I was spent and I finally pulled free from her mouth, she grinned up at me, licking her lips.

“Home’s bones, I love you, Jemma.” My voice was rough as I lifted her to her feet, clutching her against me. She melted into my arms, sighing in that contented way that told me she was home.

“Don’t ever leave for that long again, okay?” she mumbled against my shoulder.

I managed a wet chuckle, my throat closing around my emotions. “I don’t know,” I joked. “If I get that sort of homecoming, maybe the pain of being apart is worth it.”

She lifted her head, a pretend pout on her swollen lips. “Please, SJ? Don’t go away again. At least not without me …”

I crushed her to me, words bubbling up my throat before I could call them back. “Marry me.”

She stilled in my arms, and I cursed my stupid, reckless tongue.