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beside the bed, his hands by his side, his eyes… an incongruity in such an angelic face, were grim, resolute, “Ellie, we need to talk.”
    She snapped into a half sitting position, her elbows propping her up. “We do not need to talk. Especially not now. Something else you need to learn is…” Her voice rose to a near shriek, “we do not interrupt a steamy sex session to talk. Now get back on this bed and get on with it.”
    He opened his mouth. Ellie cut him off, “Now.”
    He swallowed, nodded, looked down at his bobbing erection, and obeyed.
    But as good as he was, as ready as she had been, the exchange had altered the atmosphere. Ellie was conscious of a restraint, not just in her own responses, but in
Peter
’s.
    Each thrust, as powerful and as delightful as it was seemed to ram home the word talk, talk, talk, over and over again.
    And
Peter
’s face seemed set, his usual look of innocent delight overwritten by a fierce concentration. The look of a man who had a demanding job to do, and who intended to do it properly.
    She couldn’t let what they had together be turned into a performance or a duty. She wanted the oblivion that came with total consumption. She put her concerns aside, forced herself to settle into the moment, tried to let the usual rush of pleasure to take her away. As
Peter
drove into her, stroke after stroke, she willed herself to focus on the point where his cock slid in and out of the tight grasp of her body. Let her awareness settle on the way the drag of his withdrawal made her clench and arch to follow, how the thrust of his return filled her, and drove the blood pounding through her body.
    She felt her blood begin to heat again, heard the little gasps she gave, heard
Peter
’s breathing begin to rasp in and out of his lungs in response. Felt it when his face relaxed, and he lost the mechanical regularity of the rhythm he’d set up to the wild, frenzied pace that carried them both closer to their goal.
    Ellie felt the pulsing begin deep in her body, where his cock stretched and seared her. Felt the pulsing and welcomed it, gave herself up to it with gratitude and relief.
    When her muscles went rigid and her back arched,
Peter
groaned his own sound of relief and let himself go. His hips jerked. He buried himself deep inside her. The violent pumping of his cock as it emptied itself into her was matched by the clench and release of the waves that beat through Ellie’s body.
    After, when he lay slumped by her side, Ellie closed her eyes. She didn’t for a minute think he was going to forget that he’d wanted to talk. Nothing she’d learned about him so far suggested he was less than determined in getting what he wanted, so she closed her eyes on her racing thoughts, and feigned sleep as hard as she could.

Chapter Six
     
    Ellie didn’t blink when she felt Peter pull himself up to lean on his elbow. She didn’t let a muscle in her face move, even though she felt the heat of his scrutiny. She didn’t flinch when he drew a long, cool finger down her cheek and traced the line of her lips.
    So there was absolutely no reason for the clear trace of amusement in his voice when he said, “I know you’re awake in there, Ellie.”
    “Go away. I’m sleeping.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re pretending to sleep, and you’re not fooling anyone. Well, if anyone else were here you might be, but you’re not fooling me.”
    She opened one eye in what she hoped was a bleary way, fitting for someone who had been asleep, “Is this because of your angel-power thingy?”
    He shrugged, “Probably. I just know. I can almost hear you thinking, and, while I think I know better than to use the f word, I don’t see what reason you have to avoid talking to me.”
    “F-word? F-word? What has swearing got to do with anything? Or if you mean the act, we’ve just done it, in case you are having some sort of Earth-induced memory loss.”
    “Not that f-word. The real f-word for you, the one you can’t