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"Help me lay her on the bed, Lou," Harry bound Jillian's torso to his with one arm. Louis wrapped an arm under her knees and they scooted her to the middle of the king sized bed. "Can you grab one of those water bottles from the bathroom?"
"Sure, mate. You doin' okay?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Was hard to hold back, there. She's got a hell of a grip. Don't you, love?" Harry nuzzled below her ear to get her attention.
Jillian groaned. She felt boneless, her breathing finally settling down from a hard pant to slightly labored. "That was... fantastic," she sighed heavily.
"Here, drink some water," Louis cracked the lid on the bottle he'd grabbed. "How do you feel? You wanna keep going, darlin'?"
Jill chugged some water, nodded her head, got out an "MmHmm," and dribbled down her chin, all at the same time. They were a naked pile of belly laughs.
"So, we're doing okay with making this fantasy come true?" Harry slipped out from behind Jillian so she was laying flat, one leg bent at the knee. He held himself up on his forearm and leaned down to meet his mouth to hers. "Louis," he breathed.
"Best fantasy fulfillment, ever."
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