He looked down at her tits. They really were incredible. He hoped he'd get to see them again. He hoped this worked. He felt a hand on his jaw, and looked up to meet Jessie's eyes: they were forest green, and even brighter than before. She took his face in both hands, and very, very slowly sank down onto his cock.

He was very big, and she was very tight, and it felt amazing. His cock felt like it was wrapped in hot velvet; tough as she was, he heard her squeak, but she felt so fucking good. Jessie was glad he'd taken the time to prepare her. Luckily, her pussy was dripping

down over his cock as he slid so deeply inside her, she had to close her eyes.

"Look at me," his voice was like silk and she obeyed, she had to.

"Greg," she whispered, and began to move, balanced on her knees.

His hands gripped her hips, moving along with her. Why, why hadn't they done this before? House couldn't think of a reason, but he could think of her skin. Her warm, soft skin, wrapped around his body, so soft he could sink into it, and it would never let him go.
"Never," he murmured into her neck, and bit her with dull teeth on the spot she'd mentioned 7 years before as being her 'biggest turn on'.

Jessie moaned loudly and bucked her hips, rocking them deeply against him. He reached between them and pet her clit with the pad of his thumb.

"House," she all-but-screamed. Well, there was a goal for the night: he'd make her scream. He wondered if the neighbors would call the cops, then considered what would happen if Tritter took the call. Grinning, he worried her nipple in his teeth, and felt her pussy quake. "Yes," he growled.

Jessica was lost in the overstimulation. This cock was going to take some getting used to. Luckily, House's arms were there, holding her up as she writhed, her body arching in ways she'd forgotten she could. She was about to come, she could feel it, and his voice, carrying, urging her through her orgasm, was the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

House moved his hand away from Jess' clit and, gripping her hips, went into double time. Her body glowed as she came back down to Earth, only to ricochet back, wide eyed at his force; then she matched it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ran her fingers roughly through his hair. Laughing joyfully, she bit the edge of his ear, teasing with her tongue, then leaned back to catch his reaction.

Gregory House was grinning. Jessica's body was arching back before him, her glorious tits displayed for his pleasure. Or perhaps hers, as she reached up a hand to pinch a nipple. It was so hot he let loose a primal grunt and went back to playing with her clit. Her pussy was pink, glistening, and so tight it gripped his tighter as he slid out, as though it didn't want to let go. "That's right, baby," House muttered, "You want this cock, don't you?"

"You know I do, daddy," Jess had over heard him, God bless her, and if he didn't fuck it up, he was going to get to hear her say that again, and again….
House pulled Jess' body flush with his, wrapping an arm around her to bring her close, and slowed them to a rocking pace.

Jessie squirmed her hips a bit, though she kept her eyes on his, "House."

"Mhmm," he was enjoying her soft, wet heat, but he enjoyed watching her ache for him more.

"Greg," she worked a sudden figure-8 with her hips, and he sighed. She batted her eyelashes at him and presented him her breasts for full perusal, "Fuck me harder."

"Harder?"

"Yeah, like before. That felt so good." Her voice was pure sex kitten.

Suddenly, House increased and intensified his thrusts, pulling her hips flush with his and filling here fully with his throbbing cock. Grinning wickedly, he pushed her hair aside and bit her again, much harder than before. Jessie cried out loudly. Anchoring her to him with his arms, his tongue alternated with his teeth along her beautiful neck. He knew he'd leave marks, but he wanted to mark her as his, make sure she'd come back to him. He needed to feel this again and again, maybe forever. Moving one arm, he teased her nipple and went for broke, he was so close, so close, but he wanted to make her come again.

"Like this?" he asked her, loving the way her pupils had dilated her eyes to near blackness. "You're so beautiful, Jessica. You're so fucking beautiful."

She kissed him, then, saying, "Come with me," and rode him as well and as hard as she could.

"Oh fuck, yes," House groaned, rocking her hard back and forth on his cock, that so desperately needed release. But so did she, he could feel it. Her pussy was shaking so hard, holding back, holding back so much tension. "Baby," he whispered, "Let it go. I promise I'll catch you. Come for me, Jessie."

As the tenants of the four townhouses surrounding House's could tell you, it started fast, and quiet:

" Gregory Gregory Gregory"

And very quickly became very loud and drawn out:

"Fuh-uh-uh-UUUHHHKK, HOUSE, HoWSE!"

Followed by a rather dissimilar and unexpected baritone calling:

"Ohh-Ah-Ah-AH JESSIE! I Love YOOOU!"

It is of a noteworthy credit that none of the households called the police.

Jessie laid her damp head against House's shoulder, her whole form trembling against his sweat-soaked one. "Did you mean it?" she asked, deliberately pushing his emotional barriers.
"If you ever need proof I need you," he mumbled into her shoulder, placing soft kisses there, ""just call my next-door neighbor in as witness."
She laughed, then, her soaking pussy reverberating against his softening cock. "That'll do, then. I love you too, Dr. House."