Her fingers went to the front of his shirt and began tearing at the buttons as he filled his hands with her breasts. He teased the tips with his thumbs, and Jane’s fingers worked faster on his shirt.

Finally, the last button came undone, and she spread it open, running her hands over his chest and abs as he plucked at her nipples. They were kissing and gasping and moaning until she pushed him back slightly.

“Your pants are in the way again.” She pushed her dress over her hips.

“You’re right.”

They both kicked their shoes off, and he tore open his jeans, shoving them and his boxers out of the way as she skimmed her tiny blue panties off.

When they were both naked, they came back together, their mouths hungry. Dax pressed her into the wall again, his hands roaming. He palmed her breasts, plucking and pinching, before gliding to her hips where he squeezed, then around to her ass where he cupped her, bringing her up against his aching cock.

Her hands were just as busy. She ran them all over his back, to his ass, then around and over his ribs and abs, before taking his cock in hand, squeezing and stroking.

“Fuck, you feel so damned good. I don’t know where to start,” he told her gruffly. He wanted every inch of her. He wanted to explore. He wanted to count freckles and catalog ticklish spots and memorize creases and curves, but he also just wanted to hoist her up against the wall and plunge deep.

“We have all night and all tomorrow,” she told him breathlessly.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “You promise?”

“Promise.”

“You’re not leaving? You’re staying here with me?”

“Definitely.”

“I haven’t even told you what I have planned.”

“It doesn’t matter. This is where I want to be,” she said.

She gave him a playful smile that was full of something that nearly sent him to his knees.

Not lust. Not heat. Not naughtiness. That was all there too, but that wasn’t what he latched on to.

It was the trust and affection that made him feel like he was a king.

She was looking at him as if she liked him. Just liked him. Wanted to be here. Was completely enjoying herself and knew the next several hours were going to be fun no matter what they did.

This was what he lived for. What he thought he lived for anyway. What he chased. Giving other people a good time. Making them happy. Being a temporary reprieve from the shit show that the real world could be.

But Jane was looking at him as if he were a hell of a good time before he’d done a thing to earn it. Sure, the day had been fun. He knew he’d made her happy today. But in his experience, the fun was usually about the moment. The Ping-Pong game, lip-syncing into a toilet brush, the session at Comic-Con, a dessert tasting, the time in bed. But then it was over, and he’d have to work to make the next time fun again.

Jane seemed to be anticipating all the fun they could have this weekend before it even started.

“Okay, then.” He gave her what he knew was a wicked grin. “Then I do know where to start.”

Without looking, he reached toward the pie on the table to his left. He took a handful of whatever he first came into contact with—cream topping and strawberry filling—and lifted it.

Her eyes widened, but she did nothing to stop him as he moved toward her breast.

She sucked in a sharp breath as he smeared it over her right breast and nipple, then down, over her ribs and stomach to her mound.

He went to his knees, his sticky hand gripping her ass, and pulled her toward his mouth. Then he proceeded to lick the sweet mess from her, starting at the bottom and moving up.

She was gripping the hair at the back of his head by the time he’d licked it all from her clit and the sweet folds on either side. He ran his finger over the area to be sure he got it all and found plenty more sticky sweetness, that wasn’t strawberry pie, to tease his tongue. Then he ran his tongue and fingers over her stomach, up her torso, and to her breast. He licked and sucked making sure he left no trace of pie behind. She was panting and had whimpered his name a few times by the time he let her nipple go and sealed his mouth over hers, letting her taste the strawberry goodness from his tongue.

He slid two fingers deep into her as he kissed her, taking her to the edge of her first orgasm, then he pulled back so he could watch her come.

“Open your eyes, Jane,” he said gruffly, rubbing over her clit.

She let her head fall back against the wall and her gorgeous blue eyes found his.

“Come for me,” he urged. “I need you slick and hot and ready.”

“Oh God,” she gasped, gripping the forearm that was bunching as he worked her toward her orgasm.

“I need you ready to take me, Jane,” he told her roughly. “I want you so fucking bad, and I need this sweet pussy soft and wet.”

“I’m so ready,” she promised.

“I need you to come.”

“I want you now.” She tried to pull him closer, tugging on his arm.

But he wanted her one orgasm ahead. He shook his head and pulled his fingers from her body.

“No!” she protested, gripping his arm harder.

He grinned at her clear frustration. “Guess we’ll have to pull out the big guns.”

“Yes. The big guns,” she said, reaching for his cock.

He dodged her hand with a grin though. “Oh no. The rules say we don’t move on to level three until you complete level two.”

“This is a game?”

“Are you having fun?”

“I was.” She pouted.

He leaned and plucked the big red strawberry off the middle of the pie. He held it up. “Well then, we need to use all the tools we’ve got to get you past level two.”

“I already made it past level one?” she asked.

“You’re naked,” he said, nodding. “That’s level one.”

She huffed out a little laugh in spite of herself. “And level two is an orgasm.”

He shook his head. “The orgasm is how you complete the level. Level two is my hands and mouth on you. No cock involved.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Okay. So then I don’t think cock in pussy is really level three.”

“No?”

He wasn’t going to last long if she actually got into this and played along, he realized. He had fun making sure other people had fun. But rarely did they actually concentrate on his fun in return.

“I really think level three would be a non-pussy orgasm for you. So my hands and mouth on you.”

He cleared his throat as heat slammed through him.

“And then”—she put her hand on his chest, rubbing back and forth—“missionary position would be level four. Then like cowgirl or reverse cowgirl would be level five. All fours would be level six. Shower sex would be level seven. And you tying me to the bed with your neckties would be level ei—”

Dax took her mouth hungrily. God, he was so fucking in love with her. As she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, he trailed the strawberry up and down her side. He felt the way her skin erupted in goose bumps in reaction. He pulled back just enough that he could rub it over her nipple. She shivered.

He pulled away from her mouth to dip his head and suck on that hardened tip as he trailed the strawberry down her body.