Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story by Elizabeth A. Veatch, Crystal G. Smith Page B

nothing at all.
                  He thrust his cock filling her again.
                  “Oh. My. Godddd!!!!”  She yelled.  He was fucking awesome.  Great.  No… better than that.  He was perfect.
                  She felt him growing impossibly larger and then thrusting harder and faster than she thought were even possible.  She didn’t know what got into her, she reached down, thumbing her own clit, sending her over yet a fourth time.
                  She clenched tight around him, as he thrust hard one more time and stilled, collapsing down on top of her with nothing more than a stiff moan.  She lay there, feeling her own after effects and the jerking of him filling her with his seed.  Oh, yeah, this was definitely what she needed.
    -Colby-
                  Shit!   He stilled.  That had been by far the most intense orgasm of his life.  He hadn’t meant to lose control with her, but after all, hadn’t that been what she had been asking for.  He remember what she had told him, and worried.  Had he hurt her?  Was this going to scare her off?  Would he see her again after tonight? 
                  Slowly, he guided himself out of her, laying down beside her and pulling her into his arms.  He could feel his heart beating against his chest, and her breath blowing across him just as rapidly.
                  When his heart and her breathing calmed, he brushed the hair from her eyes and tilted her head to look up at him.
                  She smiled.
                  That was what he needed to see.  She was, okay.  No, she was better than, okay.  If it had been anything for her, like it had been for him, he knew exactly how she felt right now.  Fanfuckingtastic. 
                  She smiled, kissing his chest and then looking back up at him. 
                  “Mmm, you sure do know how to show a girl a good time.”
                  He chuckled.  “I was worried for a minute.  I lost myself with you.  I was afraid I had hurt you.”
              She raised her head then, looking down into his eyes, her lips turning up.  “Oh, hurt, is the last thing that I feel right now.”
                  “Good.”
                  She nestled back down next to him, rubbing her soft fingertips over his chest.  He could live like this, he thought.  This could be his life and he wouldn’t miss a thing.  She fit him in every way he never imagined even possible.  She was perfect.
                  He didn’t believe in soul mates until now.  She was his.  He would never be able to let her go.  He didn’t even know how he was going to be able to take her home tonight.  He didn’t want to.  But he also knew work came to early to have her in his bed tonight.
                  There wouldn’t be any sleeping involved and that would only make him exhausted and sloppy when it came to running the truck.  He wouldn’t put his crew in jeopardy like that.  He knew it was important to be rested, not tired, clear headed, but it wasn’t going to making kissing her goodnight any easier.
                  “I would love to stay here with you all night, but I have to be at work at six.”  He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the fresh smell of her hair.
                  “I know.   I don’t though, it’s sad that you do.  We could have made this a three day weekend.”  She yawned.
                  He smiled.  “Are you going to sleep on me?”
                  “Hmm.”
                  He laughed, “Come on.  I wore you out.”  He helped her to her feet and then dressed her before dressing himself.  The trip home wasn’t nearly as long as he would have liked, but it had been a good one.
                  When she stepped up into his