Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid. Love ‘em, all the same. Snack’s over, now down to business.

Thanks: To dear Jacqui, my best beta buddy and to Rion, my own Big Bad Man, who is so very inspirational and knows how birthdays should be celebrated.

Rating: You asked, so I’m gratifyin’ ya - NC17/R. Fair warning, folks, we’re jumping right into the thick of it.

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The Birthday Gift

Chapter Eight

His mouth was hot and hungry and her pelvis rose to him, her sex pressing against his face. He could feel the rise and swell of her clit and focused his attentions there, his fingers slipping into the wetness of her canal as he worried the sensitive nub with his lips and tongue.

From the very first time they had pleasured one another, Kaylee had realized that Serenity’s mercenary possessed secret skills that had nothing to do with what Mal had hired him for. His insistent rhythmic tongue synchronized perfectly with whatever magical thing his long fingers were doing inside her and she could feel through the pounding of her blood, her body’s surging response.

Again, he skillfully triggered her release and she came, gasping and grinding against his tongue and hand.

“That’s number eight, m’birthday girl.”

Kaylee laughed, panting. “You ain’t goin’ for all twenty-three, are ya?”

He raised one eyebrow in challenge and grinned, then rose on his knees and shifted himself over her, his narrow hips settling between her open thighs as he ground his hardness against her mound, groaning ever so softly with his lust.

“Ya beautiful gorram darlin’.” His voice was hoarse, needful. “Ever since ya left the ship this afternoon, been been wantin’ ta do this. I wanna be inside ya, bao bei.” Jayne grasped