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

She had never been called a pet name. The term of endearments had never been a part of her previous relationships.  Her past had only shortened her name.  They would call her Bee or Bianca, but that was it.  This meant more to her than she knew he would understand.
                  She felt her body begin relaxing and her hips begin thrusting for more.  He had given her three orgasms and her body wanted more.  This was new to her.  Usually after five minutes, she was praying that her ex would hurry up.  But not this time.  She wanted this to last forever.
                  She felt his hand work its way in between them and find her clit.  With a quick pinch, he immediately sent her over.  Her body stiffened again, her muscles clenched tight.
                  “Uhh….”  Her moan came out of her so loud, she couldn’t believe it had came from her. 
                  She heard him quietly growl and felt his thrust pick up even more.  She opened her eyes to see his eyes clenched tight, his mouth over, sweat drenching his face and then he threw his head back and released the same sound she had done as he stilled, balls deep inside of her.
                  She watched in astonishment as he thrust his hips a few shallow times, milking himself with the walls that fit him like a glove.
                  He dropped down onto her, bracing the majority of his weight with his now shaking arms.  She felt his muscles rolling as his arms trembled to keep from laying completely on top of her.
                  She felt herself light up when he raised his head, eyes open, smiling down at her.
                  “I didn’t hurt you?”
                  She understood it was more a question than a statement.  One that he wanted her to answer so it would hopefully take away some of her fear.
                  “No.  That was…. I’m speechless.  The right words to explain it don’t seem to be in my vocabulary.  And trust me.”  She smirked.  “I’m like your own personal Webster’s.”
                  He chuckled, pulling himself slowly from her, wrapping her against his chest.
                  “Oh shit!”  She yelled, panicking again.  “What time is it?”
                  He rolled to the side looking at the clock.  “Seven forty five.”
                  “Crap!  I’m going to be late.  First fucking year there and I have perfect freaking attendance and now I’m going to be tardy.”  She began to stand, but felt his strong arms wrap around her.
                  “Call in.”  He smiled a toothy grin.  “You’re such a perfect pupil. Miss a day.  Play hooky and get some more nooky.”  He laughed.
                  Bianca laughed.  “Was that a pick up line or your best way of asking me to stay?”  Quickly, his arms were around her and she was once again flat on her back.
                  “Mm-mm.”  She teased, wriggling her eyebrows at him.
                  “Careful what you wish for.”  He teased.  But there was something in the way he had said it that made her know he wasn’t just teasing.  It was a promise.
                  He kissed her then, same as before.  His mouth making hers respond to his, until she and he both were breathless.
                  “That’s my way of asking you to stay.”  He breathed.  “I won’t have another day off for four more days.”
                  She thought about it.  She hadn’t missed any work before and it wasn’t as if Ms. Joy couldn’t handle the kids with a sub.  She knew those kids well.  Had been around to see their current students older siblings come through.
                  “Okay.”
                  She laughed as he jumped from the bed.  It was then she got her