Midnight Trysts

By Atalanta

 

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Using the key he had pressed fervently into my hand, I let myself into his apartment. The note was explicit, but not overly graphic.

Let yourself in. Come alone. Don't be afraid

A hard knot of excitement fisted tightly over my belly. I could feel my muscles start to liquefy, and nothing has happened yet.

I didn't turn on any lights. I knew my way around his apartment like the back of my hand. It was sparse, devoid of any overt decorations, which made it much easier for me to navigate in darkness.

Stealthily, I made my way deeper into the darkness, slipping into the shadows, tiptoeing around corners.

The door to the bedroom was shut, but that didn't stop me. I opened the door and gazed upon his sleeping figure.

I tried to wait as long as I could. Tonight was the final straw in my sanity.

I was walking down that maze of excitement and passion again. Almost blindsided by the pleasurable swirling of emotion in my body, I paused, struggling to gain my momentum.

It was dark and deathly silent. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now and I could see him lying there, breathing deeply, probably dreaming.

I stripped and climbed into bed carefully. The mattress shifted under my weight and I held my breath, wondering if he was going to wake up. But, he remained sleeping deeply.

I ran my hands down his side, reveling in the warm touch and texture of his skin. He felt so right, so perfect to the touch. Moaning slightly under my breath, I shifted my weight and straddled him.

He wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. He looked like the type to sleep in the nude and I certainly wasn't about to complain.

I was ready for him, so ready to feel his erection. And, he did have one. In sleep, he couldn't hide his desire. Leaning in, I kissed him softly and thoroughly, waiting until he moaned.

Lifting my hips, I aimed myself above his erection and lowered myself down. Arching my back in pleasure and sensation, I reveled in the feeling of fullness and completeness.

Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my hips and used them for leverage as I moved myself over him, faster and faster. I could feel my climax quickening inside my body, daring me to go faster until I could fly over the edge - and take him with me.

As I felt him shudder, I let myself go. Spent, I laid across his chest, breathing deeply, feeling content for the first time in a long time. He was a good lay, even in his sleep.

He moved his hands to rub his eyes and opened them tentatively, struggling to focus through the darkness and haze.

I looked into his eyes, still hooded with desire, and kissed him. "Jen," he mumbled.

"Hey Pace," I answered back.

Waking up fully, Pacey looked at me and grinned. "Took advantage of me, didn't you?"

I nodded in affirmation. He growled and flipped me over, pinning me beneath his heavenly weight. "We'll just have to take care of that, now, won't we?"

 

I woke to find my body spent and a woman lying across my chest. My friends always teased me about how deeply I could sleep, but I never realized that one could sleep through sex. She manipulated me, and I loved it. She used my body for her own pleasure, and all I felt was happiness that she chose me. But now that I was awake, I was going to take my turn and enjoy the body beneath me.

Lowering my face, I kissed her full, pouting lips, gently teasing them until they softened and parted. Then, with full aggression, I attacked her mouth, using my tongue, my teeth, my lips, waiting until she moaned. Then, I knew that she was ready for the next step.

I kissed my way down her body, paying special attention to her neck and breasts. I always thought that she had lovely breasts, and now I feasted upon them, acting, I'm sure, as if they were my last meal. My arousal was growing, but I wanted to take things one step at a time. And, she was first.

I kissed my way down to her stomach, swirling my tongue in her belly button, causing her to giggle and push at my shoulders. "Stop it," she implored.

"Stop what?" I asked, moving further down.

"Ah, don't stop, Pace…don't ever stop."

I grabbed her thighs and moved them apart, then thought about this strategy a bit more. I leaned up toward the headboard and grabbed a couple pillows and placed them under her hips. I cupped her perfect, round ass in my hands and squeezed gently. She squirmed in anticipation.

I knelt down in front of her and placed her legs around my neck, then leaned in. I breathed deeply, smelling her arousal, letting it fill my nostrils. She was so ready for love, so ready for what I was about to give her.

I leaned forward and blew across her mound. Squirming again, she lifted her hips higher, letting me know what she wanted and what I wanted to give her. I leaned forward more and kissed her, running my tongue swirl around her clit. She moaned and I tongued her deeper, feeling her muscles clench and tighten all around me. I manipulated her with my tongue and fingers until she was writhing against me. I quickened the pace until I felt her begin to spasm.

Sated, she opened those eyes and gazed upon me, smiling softly.

"We're not done yet, sweetheart," I warned.

"Good," she answered and lifted her face for my incoming kiss. Our tongues dashed in and out, mixing flavors together.

I positioned myself between her thighs and plunged in. Both of us sighed with pleasure and fulfillment. Then, with intense concentration, I built up the excitement, moving in and out, reaching between us and fingering her clit again. I wanted this to last, by her hands on my ass urged me to move faster, to give her more. I listened to her unspoken plea and responded, quickening my pace until she started gasping again. Hearing her heavy breathing, feeling her response, made my blood boil with passion. I could feel the
pressure start to build within my own body and uttered a moan upon my release. Feeling my spasms begin, she inhaled deeply and plunged over the edge for the third time.

Thoroughly spent and tired, I pulled up the blanket around us and held her tight. I knew she would leave soon. She never stayed for long. A feeling of emptiness always ensured whenever she walked away from me again.

I was growing used to these midnight trysts, and eagerly anticipated them. Next time, I would be ready with a few more tricks. And, one of these days, she wouldn't leave after I had finished with her.

 

I had just gotten done with working the late shift, and I needed a bit of a pick-me-up. My body was worn-out and tired. But, instead of driving to my apartment, my car directed itself to his place. Parking the car, I looked up at his apartment, wondering whether or not I should go in. I knew that my body wanted release, but I was just here not that long ago. I usually tried to wait between my midnight visits, giving us space and time to breathe. I didn't want to be too dependent on him. But, more than anything, I wanted to be desired and wanted. So, I got out of the car and locked it, making my way up to his apartment.

Using my key, I let myself in. Unlike the majority of my previous visits, this time there was a light on back in his bedroom. It was late, why was the light on? I hope he hadn't started to wait up for me. That would mean that we had a relationship.

I made my way to the bedroom, struggling to remain silent. I looked into his bedroom, sighing with relief when I saw that he had just fallen asleep with a lamp on. A book was lying next to the bed. I bent down and picked it up, noticing the title, then placing on the nightstand. He looked so peaceful, I almost didn't want to disturb him, but more than anything else, I wanted to make him mad with desire.

I reached into my purse and grabbed a few accessories I had managed to remember to place there a couple days ago. Sex with Pacey was always great, but I wanted to move it to a different level. A more adventurous one.

Gently, I peeled back the covers, noting his fine form underneath. He was sleeping flat on his back, taking up the majority of his bed with flailed arms and legs. However, his sleeping position also offered me the greatest advantage possible at this point in time.

I kept the light on because I wanted to see him, to gaze upon him and his expression when I would eventually wake him.

I looped the scarf around the headboard, admiring, once again, the beauty and effectiveness of it. Grinning to myself, I proceeded to fasten his arms to the bedframe with my set of black silk scarves.

I took off my outfit, but remained clad in my lingerie, also black. Wondering if I had already planned this in advance because of matching ensemble I was sporting, I leaned over and kissed him.

Trailing my fingers along his chest I looked up and down his body, noticing with happiness the reaction my light caresses had on him.

Eyelids fluttered and he flashed me a sleepy grin of surprise. Then, he tried to move his arms and found them fastened and impossible to move. I flashed him a wicked smile and straddled him again.

I loved feeling him underneath me. It gave me a feeling of headiness and power to be in control over him and his body. And, I knew that he loved it too.

I sucked at his neck, paying close attention to the spot behind his ears, where his taste was heavier and more intoxicating. I breathed into his ear seductively and began to inch my way down to his torso.

Twining my fingers into the hairs on his chest, I pulled at them slightly. Then, I proceeded to massage and kiss his chest thoroughly, enjoying immensely the moans and groans that he was producing.

Instead of moving down, which I'm sure he was expecting according to his writhing, I moved up to his arms, then kissed my way over to his mouth again. My tongue danced with his and I continued to ravish his mouth, nipping at his lips with my teeth. Then, just when I knew he wanted me to take it up another notch, I let go of his mouth and attacked his body once again.

I spanned my hands around his hips then moved down to his erection. I looked up at him from under my eyelids, noting the flushed look of his cheeks, his heavy breathing. I looked down at his expression of arousal and proceeded to kiss him on his most private parts.

His breathing grew more ragged and more labored. I found myself caught up in the moment and realized that I wanted to give him more. I took him in my mouth, taking his salty and unique flavor. I moved my head up and down, feeling him fill my mouth, stretch my lips. Taking long strokes, I used my tongue to play with his tender underside, then moved my hand between his legs. He shifted, giving me more room and I squeezed his balls gently, feeling the telltale clenching that always preceded his orgasm. He climaxed around my mouth, draining himself of his passion.

He drew in a deep breath and grinned weakly at me. I leaned up to his face and kissed him, knowing that he wouldn't mind the mixed flavors of my mouth. Eagerly, he kissed me back, swirling his tongue around my mouth.

I leaned over him, allowing him an eyeful of my cleavage, still encased in my lingerie. I had tied the knots a bit harder than I originally thought so I had to lean in closer to untie them. He took advantage of my position, flicking his tongue across my breasts. I shuddered in a breath as I felt his warm, wicked mouth fasten on my breast. Through the cloth, I could feel heat spread throughout my body. Sighing, I paused, giving in to the sensations.

 

"Untie those scarves of yours, Jen, so I can repay you," I said, breathing deep.

She sighed again and started to untie the knots again. Thinking quickly, I wondered at how I could take advantage of the accessories she had provided.

She untied the scarves and placed them on the nightstand. Turning her back, she moved to lay down, but I stopped her with a hand on her hips. Quizzically, she turned to look at me.

Devilishly, I grabbed the scarves, making sure that she noticed what my hands were doing. She grinned in anticipation, then moved aside, making room for me and my wild thoughts.

Running my hands through the scarves I noted the length and approved. I knotted the two together then looked over at her. She grinned again and leaned down and grabbed her handbag and pulled two more scarves out and handed them to me.

I knotted together three of the scarves, leaving one on the nightstand for later. I looked above the bed and noticed Jen's eyes following mine. Above the bed there was a light, jutting out from the wall a couple feet above the headboard.

I raised my eyebrows and she nodded in approval of my idea. I looped the scarves around the edge of the light and placed her hands in the loop, tightening it and raising her hands loosely above her head. In essence, in order to be most comfortable, she had to kneel on my bed.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander, don't you agree?" I asked huskily, drinking in the sight in front of me.

I took her arms in my hands and moved them up and down, from wrist to shoulders. I ducked my head and kissed her eyelids, causing them to close. I leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed the last scarf. I secured it around her eyes, blocking out her sight, leaving her to rely on her other senses, especially touch.

I grabbed her neck, massaging her muscles. She leaned into me and I kissed her neck, then proceeded to pull down her bra straps with my teeth, nipping her shoulders lightly. Removing her bra, I released her breasts. Cupping them, I massaged them lightly then feasted upon them with my mouth, tasting her sweetness. My free hand wandered down to the apex of her legs, feeling her arousal, rubbing her nub of desire.

She moaned and moved her hips in sync with my fingers. In a moment of madness, I ripped her underwear in half, wanting easier access. I reached above her and loosed the slipknot around the scarves, allowing her to sink a little lower on the bed.

I continued to finger her, moving a bit faster now. Then, I grabbed onto her fisted hands for leverage and arched her back, until she was leaning up against the headboard.

In one swift thrust, I entered her, feeling her walls close around me.

"Pacey," she moaned.

I chewed on her neck then moved to make her more comfortable. I knelt further between her thighs and wrapped her legs around my hips, never missing a thrust in the process. Grabbing her hips, I manipulated her movements to the speed and tempo of my liking. I took apart the slipknot and she grabbed my head, pressing my face in her breasts.

"More," she whispered. Roughly, feeling my orgasm coming, I increased the pace. I could feel her walls begin to tightened and with a muffled scream, she climaxed. Shuddering, I came also.

Spent, I turned onto my side, never once breaking our special contact. She nestled into me, snuggling into my warmth. Sweat bloomed between us and permeated my bedroom. The smell of sex, or good loving. The smell of her was incredible. It was a smell I was growing used to and wanted around me always.

 

I woke to find the bed empty. There were no remnants of our time together except for the imprint of her head on the pillow next to me. Groaning slightly, I shifted and turned off the alarm buzzing next to my head. In doing so, I noticed the note that she had left.

Turn about is definitely fair play, Pacey. Let yourself in whenever the whim takes hold.

Beside the note there was a key.

Instantaneously I knew the key belonged to Jen's front door. It was a small victory, but I had eventually won in the end.

Our midnight escapades have been going on for several months, but it had always been her that initiated them. Now, I was going to have some fun also. And, hopefully, in the meantime, I was going to take her down with me.

Jen had delicately woven a web of lust and love around me. Sometimes it was so thick I couldn't even breathe through it. It enveloped me completely. I found myself wondering each night if she was going to come. More often than not, I would find myself at midnight, sitting in bed, waiting endlessly. It was always when I least expected it that she came to visit.

Now, she was in for a surprise, because I wasn't going to let her go.

I got dressed hastily, throwing on clothes, not caring if they were dirty or matching. I had a plan. And, I needed to get everything together in order to execute that plan. It would take time. But, she wouldn't know what hit her when it happened.

 

I don't know what possessed me to leave the key at his apartment. Up until that point, our get-togethers had been solely on my shoulders. And, I liked having that power over him. But, maybe it was time for a change.

We had perchance to meet again, in some nightclub, about six months ago.

I was expecting someone, but my date stood me up. I was wallowing in my self-pity when the waitress served another drink to me. Questioningly, I looked at her. She inclined her head in a direction and gave me a quick smile. I sighed, not in the mood to entertain any affectionate admirer, but I decided to, at least, thank my benefactor. After all, this was a drink I wasn't going to have to pay for.

I stood up and walked over to the booth the waitress had indicated, drink in hand, a fake smile
plastered to my face. That smile quickly became real when I realized who was sitting in the booth, waiting for me.

"Pacey!" I exclaimed, genuinely happy for the first time since my date decided to cancel.

"Hey," he replied, shooting me a quick grin.

We talked for awhile, and then a slow song came on. I looked onto the crowded dance floor and held out my hand. He took it and, moving onto the dance floor, we started to dance.

I don't know what came over me, but some magical spell was woven that night. We held onto each other tightly and started to move in sync with one another. I put my hand onto his neck and leaned in close, pressing my body even tighter against his.

Pressing my face into his chest, I breathed deep, then gently blew it out, causing his skin to pucker. I moved my hands down his back, gripping his hips, then moving around to his tight ass.

He followed my lead, spanning my hips with his hands, and lifting me slightly upwards towards him, so my middle was pressed against his growing erection. I leaned my head back and looked into his eyes, which were glittering with growing passion.

The song had ended, but we had only just begun.

I grabbed his hand and led him toward the back, wiggling my butt suggestively. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I hadn't felt so alive in years. Every nerve was tingling; every breath I took heightened my desire. I needed to have him, to feel him inside me, and quickly.

I had been coming to this club for a couple of years, and knew the waitresses pretty well. I headed back to their changing room, glancing at my watch, noting that their breaks hadn't started yet. We didn't have long, but we could be alone.

The changing room was small and dark, but it would suit its purpose for tonight. I pulled him into the side bathroom, which basically was just a small room with a large mirror, one small stall, and an old curtain shutting off the rest of the changing room.

I leaned Pacey against the wall and attacked his mouth savagely. Even though I didn't want to admit it to myself, this was something that I have wanted since our junior year in high school. To feel his warm mouth, his powerful hands, and his lean body pressed against me. The electricity around us crackled.

I swirled my tongue around his ear, hearing with pleasure, how his breath quickened. He pried loose his hands and swung me around, so I was pressed up against the wall. The feeling of cool brick behind me and a hot body in front of me was excruciatingly wonderful. But, I wanted more. And, from the way Pacey was moving, so did he.

He unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on the front of my short black dress. Thankful at my choice of attire for the night, I leaned my head back, giving him access to my throat. He kissed his way down my neck towards my collarbone, then down toward my breast. Unlocking the front clasp, he set them free for his admiring gaze and caresses. I could feel my legs start to go weak.

He took over my body completely. I was there for the ride, and I couldn't wait for it. Weakly, I raised my arms to encircle his neck and held on. He continued to kiss my breasts, but one hand had started to venture downward.

"No undies, huh?" he asked huskily.

Dumbly, I nodded, to engrossed in the sensations I was feeling to make any coherent statement.

He circled my clit with his index finger, causing me to gasp. Gaining momentum, I unzipped his pants while he continued to, quite eagerly, finger me deeply. Moaning, I released his erection and stroked it gently.

He stopped for a minute to whisper in my ear, "Back pocket."

I nodded and grabbed the condom, ripping open the wrapper and slipping it on him. He grabbed my hips roughly and huskily said, "Grab on."

And I did. With one practiced thrust, he was in me. We both groaned at the feeling of oneness and the sensations enveloping us.

He tried to stay still long enough for me to adjust to his welcome intrusion, but I wanted him to move. I leaned in and nipped his teeth, biting hard enough for his to gasp with pain and pleasure. He took my lead and began to move.

Roughly, he thrust into me and I reveled in the feeling. I had never been this thoroughly excited and lustful for a long time and I wanted it to last. But, I could feel my climax coming.

Afterwards, we fixed up our clothing and walked to the door. He escorted me to my car and gave me a lingering kiss, grabbed my hand, and placed something in it. And, from that moment on, I was his.

 

I surveyed the room and nodded, pleased at the result of my effort. It had taken a bit of doing, and a lot of maneuvering, but the first stage of my plan was set to go into motion. Tonight, she would be surprised at the sight that awaited her.

We have had numerous romps together, but this was going to be the first time that she would be seduced.

Now, all I could do was wait for her to come home.

Three hours later, I heard the door open and lock behind her. I pressed my ear against the doorframe for a minute or two, listening to her routine.

I could hear her throw her shoes off in disarray, then walk over to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and rummaged around for a minute, then muttered something under her breath that I couldn't hear.

Finally, at long last, she started walking toward her bedroom, where I was waiting, somewhat impatiently. I couldn't wait to see her face when she opened that door and saw me and what I had prepared for her.

Slowly, the door opened and there she was, standing there in the doorway, looking like a goddess. Okay, she looked like a tired goddess, but one nevertheless. And, tonight, I would make her feel like she was the only woman on earth. Silently, I made that vow to myself, and to her.

I walked toward her, slowly and extended a single white rose, barely beginning to bud. I leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips, a kiss full of many promises.

I pulled back and almost laughed at the expression on her face. It was full of wonder and surprise, and a little fear. Smiling, I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.

"Pace," she began.

"Yes," I said, leaning in for another kiss.

"This isn't part of our rules," she protested, even while she kissed me back.

"Who said rules weren't meant to be broken," I responded. "And, besides...who made the rules?"

"Ah, Pace..." she started, then trailed off when I started massaging her neck.

"You're all tense. Come with me," I said, and motioned for her to follow me.

"Where?"

"The answers to your questions will be answered, my dear. In time."

I led her into the bathroom, which was covered with scented candles. The candles created an atmosphere ripe for seduction, and the warm bath we were about to share was an added bonus.

"Come here," I growled playfully and turned her around to face me. Slowly, I started to undress her, playing at her buttons, kissing skin that I had just exposed.

I bent down and examined the water I had run just minutes before she walked in the door, testing its warmth. Finding it satisfactory, I turned and faced her again then walked her into the tub. Following suit, I joined her, sitting behind her and leaning her against my chest.

I was already aroused and wanted nothing more than to take advantage of our nakedness. But, my vow held me back. Tonight was for slow and sweet.

I caressed her arms, stroking them until I felt them relax. Then, I moved onto her neck and shoulders, where I spent a great deal of time massaging away her knots and tensions. As time went by, as the water grew tepid, I could feel her begin to relax and submit herself to my ministrations. She leaned back into my chest, eyes closed, moaning softly as the water lapped gently around us.

I hugged her tightly and rested my head against hers, kissing her hair. Then, I sat up, pulling her with me, and we exited the tub.

I grabbed the towel that was on the rack next to the bathtub and started to towel her off, making sure I caught each droplet of water clinging to her skin.

Her skin was a delicate, rosy pink and exceptionally warm - and not just from the bath. Watching her carefully, I noticed when her eyelids drifted shut and she leaned up against the counter for support. I leaned in, kissing her shoulder then turned her around to face the mirror, with her back pressed flush against my front.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. Her eyes fluttered open and gazed upon our reflection, slightly embarrassed at the sight. I pulled us away slightly and held my eyes on hers in the mirror as my hand traced her body.

I paid special attention, as I always do, to her wonderful, full breasts. Cupping them, I caressed them then dropped my hands to her hips, spanning them. With my gaze still locked with her, I reached down between her legs and separated her slippery folds with my fingers.

Sighing, she leaned her head back. "No, watch us," I demanded, caught in the moment. Being with her was wonderfully exciting and excruciating erotic all at once. No other woman has caused me to feel such demanding need and tenderness all at once.

I watched her face intently as my fingers slowly entered her. For a minute, she looked like she was going to back down, but then she looked on. A faint blush caught her cheeks and her breathing intensified as I continued to finger her.

In this position, there wasn't anything she could do but watch. I had one arm wrapped around her belly, holding her breast and the other was snug deeply in between her legs.

Her eyes drifted shut of their own accord and I knew that she was close to climaxing. I slowed my pace and kissed her neck.

"Pace," she whimpered. "Please."

"Soon," I answered, then spread her legs apart a bit more, allowing me to see more intently.

She groaned and her head lolled back. I knew, no matter what vow I had made, that I needed to find release. I pushed her forward a bit and entered her from behind, standing there in her bathroom.

Sighing, I thrust into her slowly, letting her feel completely the full length of me filling her, then exiting. Her walls suddenly began to spasm and I ground my pelvis deeper, feeling her clench. Then, when she was spent, I began to move again.

I circled her with my arm again and reached between her legs to play with her clit, rubbing and encircling it with my thumb. She was still so ready for loving, and I was so willing to give her everything. Still thrusting deep and slow, I rubbed her clit faster until she was about to come again.

Stifling a moan, she threw her head back, shaking her hair and clenching her teeth. As she began to climax a second time, I let myself fly with her.

Afterwards, as we lay breathing deep, I gathered her up in my arms and went into the bedroom, laying her across the covers of her bed. I pulled away and gazed adoringly upon her naked form, lying dreamily across her bed. Turning away, I lighted the remaining candles and turned to her again. Only to find that she wasn't lying down any longer. She was sitting up and smiling at me, in a quite wicked fashion.

 

No one had ever made me feel so powerful and weak at the same time. I surrendered my body to him, and instead of getting nothing in return, I was given the world. Now, it was time to give back to him.

Seduction was never my forte, but the candles were lit, the roses gave off a fragrant sense, and the background music played softly. All these elements combined together to form a wicked spell of bewitchment and seduction.

I sat up on the bed that he had just laid me across and gazed admirably at his back, noting the muscle contours and shape. Smiling, I held out my hand when he turned around. He took it, and joined me on the bed.

We had passed a new threshold tonight, one I couldn't yet define. However, I knew that while I was slightly afraid of the new feelings swirling around inside me, I wasn't prepared to turn my back on them. Instead, I decided to explore them some more and hope the outcome was pleasurable.

And, from the looks of him, I wasn't about to deny either of us any pleasure tonight.

I pulled him down to me and began to kiss him, keeping the pace slow and sweet. I nipped at his lips lightly, then whirled my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, letting him taste me. Shifting slightly, I raised myself up on one arm as we faced each other, so I could align my head and kiss him more thoroughly.

Moaning in the back of my throat, I moved my head and began to rain soft kisses along his face. I kissed his eyelids, nose, forehead, cheeks, before moving in for another deep kiss on the lips. Pulling back, I noticed a small smile of satisfaction on his face.

"Watch it, Lindley, or you'll make me want this all the time," he growled.

"Good," I answered back. "Turn over."

He responded quickly and I straddled him. Massaging and kissing his whole body, I loved him deeply and thoroughly. This was definitely a night that we wouldn't forget.

The oil I was using to massage him filled the room with a sweet aroma. We lay on the bed, facing each other. It was odd, but I was satisfied without needing to have more. But, I certainly wouldn't mind more.

Still facing each other, I reached for him, holding onto his hip and pulling him slightly closer to me. I kissed him, never tiring of the feel of his lips on mine. The sweet kisses that had started the night quickly turned into hungry ones.

I reached between him and grasped his erection, smiling at the effect I had on him. I stroked him gently, my hands still slightly slippery from the massage oil. I held him loosely in my hand, toying with the underside and causing him to gasp.

He, in turn, reached between my legs and started to massage me. He needed no lubrication because I was already ready to feel him inside me. No man had ever had this ability to make me turned on at a moment's notice, but Pacey had that power and used it greatly, never causing me to complain.

Maneuvering our bodies, I pressed closer to him and kissed him. Scissoring our legs, I was able to slide him into me, sighing at the sensations his erection felt inside of me.

We began to move, slowly in a soft, gentle motion. He glided in and out and I reveled in the motion. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me. I leaned in and kissed him softly, trying to tell him without words how I was feeling. How I felt about him.

In that moment, before we climaxed, a feeling of rightness enveloped me. I hugged him close and lost myself.

 

I woke in a daze, wondering at the smell and sight of my room. A few candles that we had forgotten to blow out still were aflame, although the flames were soft and dim by now. Massage oil and candle wax had combined to fill the room with a sweet, smoky smell. Hazy sunlight filtered in through the curtains and a slight breezed moved them as I watched.

Still dazed, I looked down at the form beside me, smiling in wonderment at waking up to find my lover in bed next to me. It was something that I had avoided whenever I visited his apartment. And for good reason.

Each time I made my way into his room for another midnight outing, I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper. I didn't want to be in love with him, even though I knew I was, at least my body thought I was. Love was a trap.

Lust was something so much more easy to handle. It was something I was accustomed to and something I could relate easily to. Love was an altogether different matter.

I didn't know how to face him.

I looked around, somewhat frantically, searching for an exit, but knowing that there wasn't one. I tried to leave, but he caught me in his sleep, mumbling something underneath his breath that I couldn't hear.

Dejected, I turned to face him again and I could simply feel my gaze begin to soften when I looked at him, deep in sleep. I couldn't resist this. I couldn't resist the feelings inside of me, no matter how hard I pulled away from them.

I kissed him softly, running my tongue across his upper lip like I knew he liked. I used to kiss him that way in our past, back when we made our pact. Ironic, isn't it, that we tired to have the same pact years later, and it didn't work about because of our emotions. Well, my emotions anyway.

I didn't want to face his emotions yet.

But, for now, what I did want to do was to continue kissing him and, even though I knew every inch of his body, I wanted desperately to see how he felt and tasted in the morning.

I nipped at his shoulder and looked to see a smile on his face.

"Wasn't last night enough for you, Lindley," he asked with a grin.

Smiling back at him I just shook my head. "One can never get enough," I answered back. "Especially if it involves this."

"I'm certainly not complaining," he answered and settled deeper into the pillows.

"Oh," I growled. "You're just going to have to make me work at this, aren't you?"

He just grinned a bit and closed his eyes, feigning sleep. I pulled the covers all the way back and smiled in appreciation at the sight of him, uncovered and bathed in morning light. It was definitely a sight to behold.

I brushed my hair out of the way and proceeded to drive him crazy. I never doubted my expertise in this area, especially with him. I knew that he desired me. Now, I wanted to show him how much he meant to me.

Slowly, with a blend of languish and ease, I kissed my way down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip gently at his skin. After I finished kissing his neck, I blew across his neck, causing him to shiver lightly. He tried to mask it, but I knew that I was affecting him - and I had only started.

Caressing his arms, I ran my hands up and down them slowly, tightening my hands around his upper arm muscles, noting and appreciating the texture and muscle mass.

Pulling one of his arms toward me, I held his hand, massaging each and every finger, paying special attention to the webbing in between them. Then, I kissed his fingers, scraping my teeth along them, even putting his index finger in my mouth and sucking it for a few seconds. Watching him under my eyes, I saw his breath quicken and noted that my ministrations were having a desired effect on other parts of his body.

But I had only begun.

I finished with the first hand, then repeated my gestures on the other. I didn't want to leave any inch of his body uncovered and unadored.

I kissed my way toward his torso then made an abrupt move. I leaned down and grabbed one of his legs, massaging it, trying to alleviate any tension in his body. After massaging his legs, paying special attention to his toes, I leaned over his face.

"How you feeling?" I whispered.

"Good," he answered and encircled me in his arms, crushing me next to him. Leaning in, I kissed him, letting my feelings and my desire for him mix together. No matter how much I desired him, I loved him more. I just couldn't tell him.

He turned me onto my side as we continued to rain kisses over each other. He tasted so good. He felt so amazing in my arms. And, I wanted to feel how great he would be inside me. Because, when we were joined and as I would feel him moving back and forth inside of me, I could almost imagine that he loved me back.

He continued to kiss me, moving his speed from hungry to lazy. No matter what the pace was, I wanted more.

Rolling over completely, I lay pinned underneath him. I rubbed my pelvis upwards, grinding myself, reveling in the feel of his erection.

He leaned toward my ear and kissed it gently, then growled as I continued to rub myself against him. "Want something?" He asked. I only raised my hips upward in response.

He reared back and placed himself between my thighs, then gently placed the head of his erection near the apex of my thighs. Sighing, I pulled at his hips with my hands. He grinned at me, then finally, he was inside me.

The pace was slow at first, then I pulled more fervently upon his hips, urging him to increase the speed. He picked up on the cues and began to move faster. Our breath mingled as we looked into each other's eyes. Then, he climaxed. As I felt him spasm deep inside me, I began to orgasm.

 

I lay down heavily beside her, breathing deeply. My regular morning routine usually didn't include a workout of this sort, even though I certainly wasn't complaining.

I pulled myself up a bit, leaning on one arm and looked down at her, gazing upon her perfect face, looking at her for the first time in the morning. As I looked at her, I realized that this was what I wanted. Not the sex, even though it was great. What I wanted was to have her be the first thing I saw in the morning. And, at night, I wanted to fall asleep with her curled up next to me, trusting me and loving me completely. But, that was all a pipe dream.

What I did have was an urge to show her how much she meant to me. And, for whatever reason, the only way that I had to show her that was through lovemaking. We had such a complex relationship. I would only ruin it if I told her that I loved her and wanted her always.

But, in order to show her how I was feeling in the only way that I could, I also needed to recuperate.

"Wait here," I said softly and then rose from the bed.

"Where you headed?" she asked sleepily.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I answered.

"Without me?" she countered, grinning at me.

I inclined my head to one side, considering the possibilities that had just been awarded to me. This was definitely something I couldn't pass up.

I held out my hand, smiling when she took it and I saw her body glowing, both with the aftermath of our recent loving, and from the morning rays.

I couldn't resist. I had to hug her. I gathered her close, hugging her tightly up against me. I could feel the heat of her skin and smell the lovely scent of her hair. And, in that instant, I almost confessed everything. But, I couldn't.

"Come on," I said, pulling her toward the bathroom.

She followed me, laughing at my eagerness. We stood in the bathroom for a couple minutes, discussing the desired temperature that we wanted. Finally, having reached a decision, we stepped into the shower together.

This was turning out rapidly to be more than I bargained for. Jen always caused me to become hard quickly, but a wet Jen, gleaming with water droplets was quickly turning me on again. In desperation, I grabbed for the soap.

"Here, let me," she said softly and grabbed the soap out of my hand before I could protest.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned around and let her soap up my back. She ran her hands up and down, moving in slow circles, driving me mad. She leaned in and began to kiss my neck, a spot she knew was very sensitive - especially to her touch.

Slowly, madly, she ran her hands around my body and began to run them up and down my upper chest. Then, before I could protest any further, she began to use her hands, still covered in soap, on my erection. I placed both hands on the walls for support, then shuddered as sensations filled me.

This was meant to cool me off, and instead, I was ready to go again.

Something had to shift here.

I sighed one more time, then turned around, saying, "Your turn." She smiled at me then switched positions, turning to face the spray of the water.

I watched her for a minute or two, reveling in the knowledge that, for now, she was mine. No other man but me.

Water ran down her back in rivets. I ran my finger down a particular one, just barely touching her. She ducked her head under the water and got her hair wet, so I passed her the shampoo. Then, I decided to take advantage of her busy hands soaping her hair.

I continued to run my hands up and down her back while she worked the lather into her hair. Then, I squeezed her ass, noting the tightness and firmness of her flesh. Turning her around, I looked for the soap.

She leaned back, dousing her hair with the water, causing the shampoo to run down her body. Forgetting the soap for a minute, I watched her. I would never tire of watching her.

I placed my hands on her chest and rubbed her breasts, noting how the soap ran down them and in between them. I leaned down and kissed them gently, tasting the water, warming her skin.

I could hear her sigh with pleasure as I picked up the soap again and, still paying special attention to her breasts, lathered my hands. I put the soap down gently, then with infinite tenderness, began to lather up her body.

She stood still in the spray of the shower, letting me take what I wanted from her. But, what I wanted most was her love. And, all I could do in that moment, was try to convince her of mine - without telling her, of course.

I leaned in, still running my hands up and down her chest, sliding deeper and deeper toward her legs, and kissed her deeply, not caring anymore to keep the pace slow. She was driving me mad. And, from the sounds of her breathing, I was having the same effect on her.

My fingers were still rich with soap when I drove them deep into her thighs. In a most accommodating manner, she moved her legs, allowing me more room. I moved them faster, knowing that this was what she wanted. After being with her in a variety of situations, and by being in love with her, I could read her signals and respond, almost instantaneously.

I knew she wanted to climax, and that was what I wanted to, but not in this manner. So, as I knew she was drawing closer to her peak, I withdrew my fingers and ran them down her breasts, teasing her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Tease," she whispered.

"Don't I know it," I answered back. Then, I grabbed her and pulled her against me.

Turning, I moved her toward the back of the shower, letting the water continue to run down my back, but partially shielding her from the spray. I kissed her roughly, loving the feel of her tongue and lips against mine.

Grabbing her hips, I lifted her up and settled her against the wall of the shower. Thankful for the non-slip grips on the flower, I pulled her legs around my waist, anchoring her to me. Then, I slipped inside her.

No matter how many times this happened, no matter how hot and bothered we were, in this moment, I could almost believe that we were in love. I could believe that we were meant for each other.

She sighed and leaned her head against my neck, breathing deeply. "I love this," she whispered in my ear, lost in the throes of passion.

My heart beat faster, not only because of what we were doing, but from her words. If she loved how we were together, maybe, eventually, she would be able to love me as well.

I moved back and forth slowly, almost withdrawing with each stroke so that we could both enjoy this intense feeling. For what seemed like forever, I moved back and forth in the manner. Then, as I pulled almost out and moved slowly back in, I began to feel her start to spasm. It was a slow climax, one that started with gentleness and continued throughout. I moved more, then realized that I was going to come also. I pushed all the way in and stood there for a minute, wanting to catch my breath before continuing. Then, as I stood there, she began to experience some aftershocks - and her walls began to constrict again. It was more than I could bear. I kissed her deeply as I convulsed within her.

Afterwards, we just stood there, momentarily stunned and too weak to move. As I contemplated just how to tell her how I felt about her, the water shifted temperature. We had run the hot water empty. Squealing, I grabbed her and turned her around so she could shield me. In was an instinctive move, but definitely the wrong one.

Laughing, we exited the shower and proceeded to dry each other off. Then, since it was a Saturday and neither of us had to go in to work, we dove for the bed and fell back asleep.

 

I looked myself over in the mirror, checking to see if everything was in place. I don't know why I'm so worried. It's not like I've never gone out on a date before. I've done this plenty of times. I have been dating for years. Why was I so worried and anxious?

Because I've never gone on a date with him and that is the main difference.

Breathing deeply, I looked myself over again and then exhaled, trying to calm my nerves. The red dress fit perfectly, my hair was coifed to perfection, everything was in place.

It was just a date.

Over a week had passed since our last time together. But, it didn't end abruptly. For some reason, our schedules just weren't meshing this past week. However, just because we haven't visited each other's apartments didn't mean that we haven't seen each other.

He came over to my office a couple times and brought me lunch unexpectedly. We ate together and talked. It was sweet and soothing. And, while I missed having his hands all over me, I enjoyed talking and laughing with him more.

To reciprocate the lunches, I called frequently and we sat in our respective apartments talking together. It was during one of these chatting sessions that he asked me to dinner.

I was astonished, to say the least. But, I couldn't resist. I continually remembered that Saturday morning - and evening - that we spent entangled in each other's arms. I wasn't necessarily hoping for a repeat performance, but I also wasn't about to count out that possibility either.

I ran my hands down my dress again, smoothing it, then turned abruptly when I heard the doorbell. Racing to the front door, I paused a minute before opening the door, in order to take another deep breath. Then, I opened it.

And saw him standing there.

No matter how many times I saw him, he would always take my breath away. He was gorgeous, decked out in a suit and tie. I firmly believed that there was nothing sexier than a guy wearing a suit - well, except for Pacey, in bed, wearing nothing at all. But, Pacey in a suit was definitely a heart-stopper as well.

"Hi," I said breathlessly then motioned for him to come in.

"Right back at you," he replied, flashing me a smile then withdrew his hands from behind his back, presenting me a single white rose.

"How did you know white roses are my favorite?" I asked then turned to grab a vase.

"I remember everything," he whispered, almost too low for me to hear. But, I did hear those words, and my heart stopped for a minute. The last time he had uttered those words were at our Junior Prom, with Joey. What could this mean? And, more importantly, what did I want them to mean?

I walked toward him again after having place the flower in a bit of water and encircled his waist with my hands. He looked and smelled so wonderful, and I absolutely had to kiss him.

I pulled him closer, bracing myself on my tiptoes and kissed him lightly and playfully. Nipping at his lips, I kissed him, tasting him.

Pulling back, I looked up at him, smiling. I grabbed my coat and walked him out the door.

We walked, arm in arm, out to his car. He opened the door for me and I settled back. So far, the date was out to a great start. And, I had a few things up my sleeve. But, those were for later.

Now was for enjoying our time together.

We pulled up to the front of a restaurant, and a valet rushed to the door and opened it up for me. Pacey handed him the keys and we headed into the restaurant.

We sat down at our table and looked at each other. Pacey had requested a private corner of the restaurant, and the maiter'd had fulfilled his demand - with the help of some slyly placed money. I approved of the exchange and smiled appreciatively at him.

We sat down in a corner booth. It was actually built as a semicircle, so we really didn't face each other, but sat next to each other, which provided a more intimate setting - and, it worked well in my plan, so I decided to move up my intentions a bit.

He wouldn't know what hit him - which is what I intended.

We talked and laughed until the second, or main, course. That's when I decided to set the first part in action.

Nonchalantly, I began by placing my hand on his upper thigh. I sat forward a bit and leaned toward him, using my body to convey what I was feeling inside me. I flashed him a flirtatious smile and inclined my head, causing my hair to move gently. Laughing slightly, I smiled at him and started to run my hand up and down his upper thigh in a provocative manner.

He looked at me questioningly and I just lifted my fork and took a bite of dinner. He smiled back at me and settled back to dinner, not knowing that there was going to be more in store for him.

I moved my hand more, thankful for the long tablecloth which covered my motions.

Leaning toward him, I whispered in his ear, "Want more?"

"More what?" he whispered back.

I just smiled and placed the palm of my hand over his erection, smiling at him in approval.

He linked his hand with my other one and said in a low tone, "That always happens when you're around."

"Good," I answered, smiling at the sense of power his simple statement gave me.

I moved my hand slightly and rubbed a bit harder. He leaned back into the comfortable cushions behind us and sighed. I reached for his zipper and slid it down slowly, inch by inch.

"Jen, we're in public," he protested.

"So act normal," I replied.

He looked over at me again and sat back up, struggling to finish his dinner. The waiter came over and asked if we wanted dessert.

"Please," I responded. When the waiter asked what we would like, I answered for both of us, my hand still playing gently with Pacey's erection underneath the table. "Cheesecake, if you have it," I replied.

"Certainly, ma'am," the water responded and turned to walk away.

Beside me, Pacey let out a small laugh which quickly became a groan when I moved his boxers aside a bit to play with his naked flesh. He settled back deeper into the cushions, then sat back upright when he realized where he was.

The water returned with our cheesecake - which happened to be strawberry, my favorite. Pacey reached for the fork, but I just shook my head and, with my free hand, held a piece to his mouth. He obliged, opening his mouth. We were acting exceptionally cute and sweet above the tablecloth, while my hand was definitely doing something wicked underneath the cloth.

Intentionally, I dropped the fork and bent down to retrieve it. On my way back up, I gave Pacey's erection a quick kiss and blew across it gently. He was as hard as a rock, and I could feel the heat from his skin on my face. I knew that, if I continued with my plans, he wouldn't last much longer.

Thankfully, the waiter choose to come and drop off the check. Pacey fixed himself back up and retrieved his jacket, holding it loosely in front of him to hide the evidence of his desire.

We walked slowly out of the restaurant and out into the cool night air. The valet picked up the car and drove it to us.

We climbed in and headed off. Little did I know that Pacey was going to pay me back.

 

I could barely contain myself as we walked out of the restaurant. I felt like I was going to explode. Thankfully, the cool air helped to alleviate my heightened sense of urgency. Her hands worked magic on my flesh. The fact that she felt free enough to handle me in public, if possible, only heightened my need. It was a heady feeling to know that she desired me that much.

Little did she know that I was going to have to pay her back.

The valet brought over the car and we got in. I pulled away from the restaurant and headed out of the city. She looked over at my quizzically and asked where we were heading.

"You'll see," I replied and refused to answer any further questions she might have about our future destination.

Not far from the city was a small, deserted area. I ran often, and especially hard, some days and had found this place. However, I wasn't about to tell her that I ran out here in order to forget her or to dispel from my mind another memory of our midnight trysts.

But, now, with our changed relationship, that was going to change. Everywhere I went, I wanted to have a memory of her. In the future, when I ran out to this place, I wanted to remember her - with me.

I pulled the car over and put it in park, shutting off the lights and the engine. Getting out of the car, I walked over to her side and opened the door, holding out my hand. She took it and walked with me a ways.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"Just a little ways away from the city," I replied. "You know what I miss the most about Capeside?"

"What?"

"Being able to see the stars at night," I replied. "I wanted to bring you out her to see the stars. Maybe even make a wish or two." I turned and smiled at her, knowing the my wish, well, part of it anyway, had already come true. She was here with me.

She turned her head upwards and looked at the clear night sky. I looked at her upturned face and grinned, knowing that now was the time, when she would be caught unaware.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. Then, I scooped her in my arms and walked back to the car, kissing her neck and face the whole time. She laughed, probably thinking that we would head back to our apartments. Instead, I grabbed a blanket from the backseat and placed it on the hood of my car, laying her down gently.

Placing her heels on the bumper, I spread her legs, loving the sound of her dress whispering in the wind and night air. She looked up at me, trusting me completely. I was lost.

I leaned forward and kissed her shoulders, noting that she was shivering lightly. I, on the other hand, was steaming. Shrugging out of my jacket, I sat her up and placed it around her shoulders, kissing her lips and twisting my hands in her hair.

She grabbed onto my hips and held on tight. I raked my teeth across her pouty lips, then grabbed her knees and brushed her dress up to her hips.

She lifted her hips as my hands brushed her underwear. I slid them down her legs, kissing her knees and thighs along the way. Gently I laid her back down across the car.

I leaned forward and breathed deeply, smelling her arousal and knowing that she was ready for me. But, I wanted to drive her as mad as she made me in the restaurant.

I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the hood and knelt on the ground. Lifting her lips, I kissed my way up her legs, stopping right at the apex to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks in the moonlight were flushed. I kissed her mound then dove in.

Using my mouth and all its elements - tongue, teeth, lips - I proceeded to drive her to the brink again and again. I circled her clit with my tongue and suckled it gently. She moaned and writhed on the car, her fingers clenching convulsively in the blanket. I knew when she was going to climax, so whenever I felt that coming, I slowed my pace and waited until her breathing slowed a bit. Then I proceeded to do it all over again.

My mouth grew tired, but I didn't want to stop. Finally, in the haze of my passion, I heard a single word.

"Please."

I stopped and unzipped my pants, shoving them down in haste, wanting desperately to be inside of her.

I moved her feet further apart and placed my erection toward her mound. I circled her clit again and again with my fingers, causing her to jump and moan more. Finally, because I knew that I couldn't last much longer without feeling her around me, I drove myself home.

This wasn't tender and romantic. In a frenzy I pounded into her warmth. Running my hands on her chest, I pulled her partially upright and fused my mouth with hers. Locked in that intimate embrace, our mouths closed together, our tongues clashing and our bodies pounding away at each other, I felt myself lose control. Her hands grabbed at my back, pulling me closer. She reached under my shirt and grabbed onto whatever she could. Finally, with a heavy groan, she climaxed. And, with a deep, guttural moan, I followed.

After what seemed like hours, when in fact it was only minutes, I recovered and gathered her close. Feeling her shiver in the night air, and feeling a bit chilly myself, I corrected our clothing and gathered her up in my arms.

We moved into the interior of the car and sagged against the seats. I turned to face her and grinned weakly.

"Payback, huh?" she asked.

Dumbly, I nodded.

"Remind me to do that more often, then," she replied. "Especially when this is my punishment."

Laughing, I started the engine and drove us back to her apartment, where she invited me in and we proceeded to pleasure each other all over again.

 

I leaned back and surveyed the room, finally smiling in appreciation. Outside, it was raining gently. Windows were partially opened, allowing the scent of the rain to waft into the room and mingle with the spicy smells of dinner.

The doorbell pealed and I hurried to answer it, knowing what was behind the door.

Opening it, I smiled in welcome. He looked wonderful in the dusky night. He smiled back and offered out his hands, one holding onto a bottle of champagne.

"Well, we'll have to save that for later, now, won't we?" I asked suggestively.

He grinned and stepped over my threshold, into the confines of my apartment.

"Come in," I invited, even though it wasn't necessary.

"I certainly will," he responded and came up to me, placing his hands on my hips and gazing down at me.

I cocked my head, wondering what he was looking so intently at. "See anything missing?" I asked.

Smiling in response, he shook his head and leaned in, kissing me gently.

Through all of our explorations with each other and our bodies, I have never been kissed like this. One always hears people speaking about how their toes curled at a certain type of kiss, but I have never felt that emotion before. Pacey kissed me in such a way. My toes curled, my heart fluttered, and I fell even more in love with him than I was before. He tasted my lips lightly, not demanding anything, but I gave him everything anyway. Well, everything but the words.

As he lifted his head, I felt my eyelids flutter open. I didn't even realized that they closed during that wonderful kiss. I looked at him, feeling my soul bared in my eyes. That kiss, as weird as it seems, had ripped open my soul for him to see. I dropped my eyes, praying that he wasn't able to read the emotions lying in front of him.

I gave him a quick hug, catching off-guard, but I needed a moment to recapture my bearings.

He hugged me back, then after another quick kiss, I led him into the kitchen.

"Never been in here before," he commented as he leaned his lithe body against one of my counters.

"Never had a reason to before," I retorted back, and handed him a glass of red wine.

"Champagne?" he questioned.

"Later," I replied, giving him a secretive smile and lifting the glass to my lips.

He lifted his eyebrows in approval and came over to me, standing behind me. He hands, his wonderful hands, skimmed the sides of my body, lightly touching me. Melting back into his chest, I leaned my head against his shoulder, lifting my lips for another kiss.

His hands spanned my hips, pulling the material taunt. The dress I was wearing was short, but casual. I had opted to go barefoot for this date, because we weren't going to be leaving my apartment. The sundress I was wearing wasn't necessarily tight, per say, but it was definitely short. Which is something I was hoping he would eventually take advantage of. But, if his mind was following the same lines as his hands, he would be taking advantage of me sooner, rather than later.

My hands crept around to grip his hips, which, in essence, caused my body to arch outward. I could feel his hands run over my stomach and cup my breasts and I heard him growl in appreciation. Men have always loved the sight and touch of my breasts, and they pawed at them continually. But, with Pacey, whenever I felt his hands on me, I knew that he was adoring me and my body. It wasn't just physical.

He pulled his head around mine and captured my lips with his. Our tongues clashed together, mating in a way I knew our bodies would soon follow. One of his hands circled up toward my shoulder while the other continued to roam my body. He lowered the straps of my dress then pushed it down around my waist. Cupping my breasts, he teased and played with them, causing me to moan and ache with need. I could feel the telltale warmth growing between my legs and sighed.

He pushed me forward a bit and pushed the rest of my dress down until it puddled around my legs in a wisp of fabric. Now I was attired in only in two tiny wisps of silk underwear and he was still fully clothed. This was unspeakably erotic. I felt vulnerable and under an intense web of seduction. And, I couldn't wait to feel what was going to happen next.

Kissing me again, he ran his hands to my breasts again and unleashed the front clasp of my bra. My strained breast fell free and yearned for more of his touches. Obliging them, he placed his hands directly on top of them.

My knees grew weak and I sagged against him. He took advantage of this, pulling me up into his arms and sitting me on top of the counter.

From this vantage point, his face was directly in front of my breasts. The countertop was cool against my flushed body, yet he continued to torment me. Running his hands up and down my legs, he leaned forward and blew gently across my breasts, causing them to peak and bud with desire. I leaned forward, wanting him to kiss and suckle them, but he pulled his head back and looked up at me, smiling.

Looking back with unmasked desire, I captured his head with my hands, twining my fingers in his hair and pulled him forward. Kissing him roughly, I unleashed my pent-up needs. He responded, grasping my upper thighs and spreading them further apart. He stepped in between them and tugged at my hips, sliding me forward to the edge of the counter. I was balanced somewhat precariously, but felt no fear.

Running his hands further up my legs, he finally encountered my last remaining article of clothing. Groaning slightly, he brushed his hands against the flimsy piece of fabric and felt my growing wetness. Pushing the fabric aside, he used his forefinger and brushed it across my clit. If I hadn't been watching intently, I almost wouldn't have believed that someone could touch that lightly.

Watching me, he locked gazes with me, looking at me intently, and then proceeded to drive his finger inside me. Pressing his thumb against my clit, he increased the pressure as his fingers continued to ruthlessly plunge deeper and deeper inside of me.

He feasted on my breasts then moved upwards and fused our lips together. Finally, he ripped away my remaining piece of clothing.

"That's another pair you'll have to replace," I said breathlessly.

"It's worth it," he answered, kissing me fiercely.

I locked my ankles around him and pulled him tighter against me. The feel of his shirt scratching my naked flesh excited me further. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel his erection inside of me, pulsating within me. I wanted to feel his release, and to experience my own.

I ran my hands up his chest then began to unbutton it, craving the feel of his naked chest next to mine. He allowed me a little room, then after I had completed all the buttons, pulled me flush against me.

Reaching in between us, he unclasped his pants and shoved them down his hips, taking his boxers with him. I pulled back, then undid my legs, maneuvering my body so I was able to reach between us and grasp his erection. The warmth from his body spread through my fingertips and into my palm. I held him lightly, running my fingers gently down the underside of him, emitting a moan. Teasing him, I circled the head of his growing erection, spreading my fingers, toying with him.

Groaning, he grabbed my ankles and wrapped them around his back then proceeded to pick me up. Turning around, he braced me against the refrigerator. Gasping at the sudden coolness across my back, I shivered and discovered that I had goosebumps covering me.

He leaned in, still gripping me and kissed me thoroughly. I suddenly forgot all about the cold as I
immersed myself in the feel of him against me and his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

He adjusted himself slightly, situating me a bit lower on his body and slipped inside me. I locked my legs tighter around him and leaned my head back, reveling in the feelings.

Taking long, slow thrusts, he slid in and out of my core, filling me completely. Fighting to stay upright, I clung to his back, digging my fingers into his shoulders.

Gripping me tighter, he quicken his pace, then, with infinite care, placed a hand between our thrusting bodies and applied a constant pressure to my clit with his thumb. The combination of feeling his erection inside me and the constant, insistent pressure he was applying was too much for me to bear. Thrashing my head against the refrigerator, I climaxed.

Still pumping his hips, Pacey continued to thrust even after I had returned back to sanity. I twined my hands in his hair and pulled his face to mine roughly. Kissing him deeply, I moved my mouth to his ear, whispering, "Come, Pacey." Biting his ear, I said it again. With a final guttural groan, I began to feel him spasm around me.

Crushing me between him and the refrigerator, he slid out of me and we collapsed against each other. Sliding down like puddles, we relaxed against my kitchen floor, catching our breath.

"Good thing I turned the burners on low," I said, laughing.

Chuckling, he hugged me next to him and held on tightly.

 

She looked so damn appealing when she opened the door that I just couldn't resist. I could feel an erection start to grow as soon as I looked at her. She looked so beautiful and fresh, standing there in a short sundress and bare feet. And, when I looked down at her, I knew I had to kiss her. And, after the kiss, when I looked into her eyes, I could swear that I saw love gazing back at me. But, it was probably just my imagination.

After I had a taste of her, we fixed our clothing and proceeded to try to concentrate on dinner. While she was finishing up all the final touches that the main course required, I made myself busy by preparing a fresh salad. We carried our dishes to the table and sat across from each other.

One would think that after having sampled her so many times in the past months, that I would grow tired of her taste and feel. Nothing could be further from the truth. And, as I sat there, looking at her across from me, I knew that I wanted her again. I watched as she raised her fork to her mouth and savored the dinner that she had made for us. Every gesture that she made was unconsciously graceful. I lovingly gazed upon her, smiling in appreciation as she pursed her lips around the wine glass. Deep, red wine stained her lips, wetting them, making them glisten with moisture. At that moment, I wanted to have the same experience.

After dessert, we cleared the table. It was a leisurely meal, one that lasted a couple hours while we talked and shot each other admiring glances. After piling the dishes in her dishwasher and clearing the table, I grabbed the bottle of champagne and looked over at her. She nodded and moved to grab some flutes.

But I had other ideas.

I uncorked the bottle and released the pent up air. I was getting that pent-up feeling also. And, she was my solution.

She presented the champagne flutes and I obliged by filling our glasses full of bubbly liquid. Toasting each other, we took a sip.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently, then opened my mouth and unleashed a small nip of champagne into her mouth. She jumped a bit in surprise, then understood. She leaned back and took another swallow of champagne and kissed me again. Opening our mouths, mingling our tongues, we shared the dry taste of champagne.

It wasn't enough.

I picked her up in my arms, keeping one hand firmly gripped upon the neck of the bottle, and laid her down on the kitchen table. Sitting her upright, I pulled her sundress off in one quick motion. I did the same to my shirt, baring my chest to her questing fingers.

I put one finger up, motioning for her to wait for a quick minute. I ran into her living room and grabbed a blanket and pillow from her couch, then walked quickly back into the kitchen. Laying the blanket to the side, I laid her back down, placing the pillow underneath her head for comfort.

Leaning over her, I kissed her face, bathing it with quick kisses. Grabbing the bottle of champagne, I refilled our glasses and lifted hers to her lips, letting her grab another taste before I moved on.

I kissed her stomach, paying special attention to her navel, swirling my tongue around her bellybutton. She squirmed and I grinned again.

I lifted up my glass filled with champagne and raised if over her chest. Then, I tipped it, dribbling the liquid over her stomach. She jumped at the sensation of cool champagne splashing on her body. I looked at her and smiled again, then dipped my head and kissed and sipped at the liquid.

I grabbed the glass again and moved upwards toward her breasts, splashing them also. I then proceeded to lavish a great deal of attention to her breasts, sucking and pulling them with my mouth and teeth. I even paid special attention to the valley between them, running the tip of my tongue down and around it.

Hearing her sigh with pleasure was a thrill in and of itself. I loved knowing that, during moments like this, she was mine and only mine. I'm the one that gave her this desire, this passion…I gave it to her, just like she gave it back.

I settled down between her legs, drawing her body closer to the edge of the table. I kissed my way from her breasts back down to her stomach, then lower again. Once again, I grabbed the champagne and looked at her. Her breathing was rapid and quickly becoming jagged. Routinely, I found it amazing that we had the ability to pleasure each other over and over, yet it always felt like it was the first time.

Gently, with infinite care, I poured some droplets of champagne directly over the apex of her thighs, coating it. Then I proceeded to lap it up.

The taste of her arousal was exquisite and one I would never tire of. I circled her clit with my tongue then dipped two of my fingers inside her, feeling her tightness close upon them. I moved my fingers while I continued to suckle at her clit. She squirmed and finally climaxed.

I kept my mouth fused to her mound, tasting and savoring her orgasm. Finally, after I had my fill, I looked at her.

Lying across the tabletop, she looked like a goddess, sweaty and fulfilled. And, as she languidly sat herself upright, she found her champagne flute and lifted it to her lips. I watched she, marveling at her.

She rose from the table and moved to the refrigerator, pulling a container from one of the shelves. I looked at her questioningly, and smiled when she showed me what was inside the container. Ripe, delicious strawberries.

She held one up to my lips, not minding the fact that she was nude while I was still, at least, partially clothed. I bit into the ripe fruit and savored the flavor. Picking one up from the container she still had in her hands, I held it out to her. She took a bite, closing her lips over the red berry and followed it up with a sip of champagne.

Then, still holding onto the container of strawberries, she held out her hand to me. I took it and she led me into the sitting room, where a small fire burned in the fireplace to ward off the early evening chill.

She settled down, sitting with her legs tucked off to one side and indicated to me that I should take the seat next to her. I laid down on my side, stretching out alongside her.

Grinning at me, she leaned over and, grabbing a strawberry, ran it down my chest, stopping just before the buckle for my pants. Then, she switched directions and ran the fruit back up my torso then along my neck. Then, having sufficiently teased me, she bit into the strawberry. Juice dribbled down her chin, which she caught with one of her fingers then started to draw it to her mouth. Reaching up with my hand, I captured hers and pulled it toward me.

I suckled on her fingers, tasking the strawberry juice. Reaching up, I pulled her down and kissed her full lips which were flavored sweetly with the mix of strawberries and champagne.

After an intense kiss, she pulled back and grinned at me. She was obviously feeling innovative and playful, and I wondered with delight what pleasures she had in store for me. She proceeded to kiss my chest, straddling me. Finally, she reached my pants and unbuckled them, pulling them down to my ankles and off of my body, following with my boxers.

Running her hands up my legs, she leaned back on her heels and grinned at me. Then, in a shift of motion, she straddled my chest again, her back facing me and leaned forward, kissing my on my most private, sensitive parts.

Sighing with pleasure, I closed my eyes and felt her mouth encircle me. As she took as much of me into her mouth, I could feel her moist warmth enclose the sensitive end. She then pulled back slowly, creating suction and I felt a pulling that came from deep inside my body. She probed the end with her exploring tongue, then made rapid circles around it, which succeeded in making me want her with growing urgency.

My hips strained upwards of their own accord, pushing my erection further into her mouth. I opened my eyes to apologize for my involuntary action and gazed at the sight in front of me.

Sitting on my chest as she bent over and took my throbbing erection in her two hands, placing one above the other, she made soft, nibbling kisses down its length. She had lifted up to reach me, and with her legs straddling my chest, I could see all the wonderful, warm parts of her opening and arousal.

There was no way I could pass this opportunity by.

I moved her back a little farther and shot my tongue into, finding her clit and playing with passage. I explored her eagerly and completely, using my hands and mouth. I suckled and manipulated her, feeling the telltale beginning spasms that meant she was close to losing control.

"Jen," I said weakly, hoping she would figure out what I meant with one word.

Quickly, she turned around and straddled me. Lifting her body, she eased me into her body and lowered down. Moaning, I called her name, feeling the wonder of her warmth receiving me. Guiding the direction of my erection, she moved up and down.

Leaning forward, she settled into a slightly different position. I pulled her closer, reached for her breasts and suckled one, then the other.

I could feel her building excitement as she moved up and down and back and forth on top of me. Sitting back, I grasped her hips and helped to guide her movements, pushing her up and then pulling her down. As I felt her go upwards, I knew that I had reached my peak. Gripping her hips, I moved her down again, and cried out. Moaning and shuddering around me, she climaxed also.

Collapsing on top of me, we struggled to regain our senses once again. I moved her hair back, I kissed her forehead gently, then tried to sit up.

She moaned and motioned for me to stay where I was. I obliged her, sinking back down onto the floor. Taking a deep breath, I tried to ward off the sleepiness that was enveloping me.

Right before I drifted off to sleep, I muttered three words. I knew that she was already asleep and wouldn't hear them, but I felt compelled to say them anyway, to finally voice my deepest feelings.

"I love you," I whispered then settled down to sleep.

Deep in sleep, I never noticed her eyelids flutter open and look at me in astonishment.

 

Over and over I played his words in my head. He didn't mean them. He couldn't mean them. He was practically asleep. He didn't know what he was saying.

He didn't know I was awake.

These thoughts ran through my mind, replaying and reformatting themselves. I relived that night, down to each kiss, each touch, each wonderful caress.

He didn't mean them.

He couldn't.

More to the point, what would I do if they were true?

Shaking my head, I denied that last thought. They weren't true. He didn't know what he was saying.

However, no matter how many times I tried to forget those whispered three little words, I couldn't.

I loved him.

What is love anyway? It's just an emotion, nothing more. Actually, it's not really an emotion - it's a commitment.

Commitment.

Now, that's a scary word. Could I be committed to him? Could I bear to spend every day and every delicious night with him? Would I dare?

Yes.

With supreme conviction, I believed that I could spend the rest of my life with him and never regret the decision to do so.

But, now what was I going to do?

How could I face him? What would I say?

Finally, after much thought, I reached the conclusion that while I loved him with all my heart, I still wasn't positive of his feelings. Yes, he told me that he loved me, but it was right after a pretty intense act of lovemaking. His thoughts could have been clouded. Also, he drifted off to sleep seconds after uttering those words. He might have already been dreaming.

So, I decided to play it cool - but to turn up the loving gestures. If he actually did love me, then he would tell me those words again. And this time, I would know the true meaning behind them.

Next weekend we were going camping. It would be a perfect time to start my plan.

*Next Weekend*

"All set?" Pacey questioned me, putting the last bag into the trunk of his car.

"Yeah, although I'm a bit worried," I answered.

"You, worried? Why?"

"Well, you know. Big city girl, small campsite. Bears, trying to start a fire, all those "campy" things I've never really done before," I answered as I slid into the car.

Turning at Pacey's chuckle, I glared at him. He sat in his seat, then leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Don't worry, babe. That's what you have me for."

"Grizzly-man, to the rescue," I retorted, crossing my arms.

"No, it's just that D-man and I have had our share of camping experiences. And some I would definitely rather not get into with a lady around."

Laughing, I turned and looked at his profile as he started to drive. He was so gorgeous, and I was eagerly anticipating spending the weekend with him, all alone in the country.

I was thankful that we didn't have to pack a tent, however. We were staying in a cabin that one of Pacey's co-workers owned. He was a generous guy, promising us that we didn't have to worry about much, but warning us that it was somewhat rustic.

Needless to say, I was looking forward to this. Rest, relaxation, and Pacey.

After a couple of pit-stops, and a general consultation of the map Pacey had brought with him, I announced that we were only about twenty minutes from our destination.

"Sounds good," he responded and grabbed my hand, holding it gently.

Shockwaves rushed through me at this simple, but intimate touch. He reached for me so effortlessly and he always touched me with infinite tenderness and need. Could this be love?

I sat there, thinking these thoughts, and while I was doing so, I unconsciously started to touch him back. It began simply enough. I just held his hand and run my thumb lightly up and down. It wasn't an overt gesture, but I heard his sharp intake of breath. Looking over at him, I saw that his other hand was gripping the steering wheel hard. As he shifted in the seat, I also glanced down and noticed the tell-tale bulge in his pants.

Grinning to myself, I unleashed my hand from his and started to run it up and down his forearm, then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Grabbing his hand again, I pulled it toward me and bent my head.

With supreme tenderness, I kissed the length of his hand. I suckled his fingers and ran my tongue in small circles along his palm. Turning his hand over, I kissed each knuckle, then massaged it gently.

Turning at the sound of his sigh, I placed his hand on my breast, which he promptly squeezed gently. A moan escaped from my lips even though I tried to muffle it. Glancing at me, he could readily see how much I desired him at that moment.

I leaned toward him again then moved back and unbuckled my seatbelt. "Don't crash," I whispered.

He nodded dumbly and I moved in, kissing his ear and moving down his neck to where his pulse was beating somewhat erratically.

I moved my hand to the front of his shirt and unbuttoned a few of the buttons, slipping my hand inside and proceeded to start caressing his chest. He moaned softly and I looked at his face. Noticing that his eyelids were about to drift shut, I grabbed ahold of a few chest hairs and pulled sharply.

"Ouch," he yipped and rubbed his chest.. Laughing, I pushed his hand aside and kissed the sore spot.

"Poor baby," I soothed, stroking the spot where I had pulled hair.

"Just be more careful," he responded. "That stuffs attached, you know."

"You mean, be careful like this?" I asked and moved my hand downward, cupping his erection which was straining against his pants.

"Ah," he moaned and adjusted himself.

I deftly undid the top button of his pants and slid the zipper down, exposing a small triangle of silk material. I pulled at the elastic of his boxers and felt the fabric a bit more.

"Silk, huh?" I questioned in a seductive tone. "Thinking you were going to get lucky?"

"Well, I am, aren't I?" he retorted back.

"You most certainly are. And, you'll get a lot more lucky once you stop the car."

He sped up a bit, pressing a bit harder on the accelerator. In response, I bent my body over him and kissed my way along the opening of his pants. Unfortunately, I couldn't reach much, but I was definitely getting a reaction from him.

"We're here," he announced and stopped the car.

I sat upright and looked around. I couldn't see any cabin in sight. "No we're not," I responded.

"Oh, yes, we are," he growled and pulled me onto his lap.

It was a tight fit, but sitting like we were, there was no inch of space between us. My chest was pressed up against his and my body was angled toward his because of the close confines and low ceiling.

Laughing, I moved my mouth toward his and said, "Not much room, sir."

In response, he reached down toward the door and moved the handle on the side of his seat, causing it to go backwards. Now, I was lying across his chest and could feel the heat emitting from him. I sighed and leaned forward, capturing his mouth.

It started out slowly, with gentle, soft kisses. Then, I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue to clash with mine. French-kissing Pacey was a wonderful, fulfilling experience. Whenever we kissed like this, I knew, without a doubt, that our bodies would soon be erupting in a similar mating ritual.

And, more than anything, at that minute, I wanted to have him inside me.

Logistically, I wasn't sure we could accomplish that in his car. When I told him such, he just laughed in response. "Watch me," he said.

Sliding back, he moved himself around until we had enough room to move, but only a little bit at a time.

He dug my shirt out of my jeans and tugged it over my head. Laughing, I took over trying to take it off when he couldn't get any further than my head. He then unclasped my front bra enclosure and, kissing me deeply, fondled my breasts. Rubbing and squeezing, his hands ran back and forth over them, playing with the tips and causing me to moan deep in the back of my throat.

Our pants were a problem and one we wanted to remedy quickly. Pacey picked me up and, balancing me, allowed me enough room to unclasp my jeans and slide them down toward my ankles. Then, in the same precarious position, I undid his pants completely, pushing them down.

His erection caused his boxer to make a tent, and not an altogether subtle one. I looked at him, his face intense with concentration and desire as he continued to hold me above him by a couple inches. I looked down his body, admiring his muscled form and then slid my gaze further downward.

I tried, but couldn't suppress a giggle from escaping as I looked at his erection, straining against the thin, silk cloth, struggling to be freed.

"Think it's funny, don't you?" he growled, then lowered me down and rolled over about a quarter, allowing me just enough room to slide down his body and lay, uncomfortably, next to him in the small driver's seat.

I had to laugh at our position and after a minute, he joined me.

"It's actually my first time in a car," I admitted.

"You, the big-city girl, have never made out in a car?" he questioned, mocking me.

"Made-out, yes. Made love, no." I answered haughtily, not knowing until after I said it, what I had just admitted to him.

Thankfully, he decided not to push that advantage I had just given him and moved onto other, more pressing, matters.

Leaning in, he kissed me, then moved his hands down my side, curling his fingers into the center of my legs.

I tried to shift to allow him easier access, but it was hard in the limiting confines of the car. Shrugging my shoulders, I motioned to him that I didn't know what to do.

He took care of my indecision for me.

Rolling around, he placed me firmly on top of him again, moving so that my legs slightly straddled him. In this position, I could also move upwards slightly. Not much, but enough room to give us a little space in the car.

He ran his hands back down to my mound and, using his hand, manipulated my clit. Even in this tight space, he could still find my innermost core.

I moved downward a bit when his fingers started to move a bit faster. For some reason, I didn't want his fingers right now. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me.

I had to keep my legs pretty much together, but I managed to move myself into a position where I could lower myself onto his erection. I supported myself with one hand then separated my folds so that he could slide into me easier.

I penetrated myself onto him and slowly, inch by inch, lowered myself until he was completely inside me. Then, using small thrusts, I moved back and forth.

This motion infuriated him because I wasn't taking advantage of his full length inside of me. But, there wasn't much room to move.

Finally, after a couple minutes of these small, slow motions, I quickened my pace and placing my hands on the backseat, leaned downward toward him and captured his mouth.

Meanwhile, he placed his hands on my hips and started to guide my motions, pulling me further and further back until his erection had almost left my channel. Then, he would plunge me down until he was buried within me.

I gasped at the sensations filling me. I started to breath faster and faster and could feel the insides of me start to tighten.

"Watch out," I whispered in his ear.

"You too," he answered back.

As I could feel him start to spasm inside me, I felt my body respond in an equal gesture. Together, we climaxed.

Looking up at him after we had finished, I kissed him then glanced around the car and started laughing.

"What?" he questioned, too weak to move his head much.

"It's just the first time I've fogged up every window," I answered and kissed him again.

"Well, you know what they say. There's a first time for everything." Grinning he sat up, pulling me with him and started to fix my clothing.

And, this is the first time that I've ever fallen so much in love, I thought to myself.

 

After we had cleaned up the car and the windows, we headed back onto the main road and found the cabin we were going to spend the rest of the weekend in.

"Remember, he said it would be rustic," I warned her.

"I remember," she answered and shot a smile at me.

Melting inside, I watched her as she walked up the stairs and entered the cabin, using the key we had been given.

She positively glowed. I vaguely remember telling her I loved her, but I don't remember if it was a dream or not. I can't actually imagine myself telling her straight out, which means that it had to have been a dream. Yet, if it was a dream, why did I remember it so clearly? And, if it wasn't a dream, how come she hasn't said anything or made any indications that she knew?

It was a perplexing puzzle, to say the least.

The cabin was small, consisting of a tiny kitchen, even tinier bathroom, a living/dining room, and one bedroom. Which basically means that it suited my needs perfectly.

"Ah, the shower's too small to hold two," I said, grinning at her expression.

"Definitely too bad," she countered.

We placed our bags in the bedroom and looked around the kitchen. After our side-track in the woods, I was hungry, and judging from the way she was rummaging around in the grocery bags, so was she.

She pulled out a bottle of white wine and some paper cups, along with fixings for sandwiches.

"Very gourmet," I pointed out.

She answered by sticking her tongue out at me.

As evening set in, we decided to build a little campfire out by the beach. Thankfully, the bugs weren't too bad and I actually remembered how to make a fire. Sitting there, wrapped in each others arms, I felt like I had gone to heaven.

"Here," she said, holding out to me a marshmallow she had just roasted.

"Ah, you burned it," I replied, turning my head away in mock disgust.

"That's the best way," she answered and popped it into her mouth.

I watched her chew on the marshmallow and ran my finger down her nose. She turned to me, looking at me oddly. I, in turn, kissed her. Tasting marshmallows and Jen was a sweet and spicy sensation. I turned more fully into her and ran my tongue along her lips, catching more intoxicating flavors.

She responded by opening her mouth and letting me taste her more fully. Then, in an abrupt change of mood, she leaped up and ran toward the water.

"It's cold," I warned. However, it was too late. We were barefoot and she had run directly into the spray, getting her feet wet. Squealing, she turned around in a circle, throwing her heads out and twirling madly.

Wondering what had gotten into her, I walked up to her and attempted to stop her. In response, she grabbed hold of me and tipped me down, directly into the cold water. Thankfully, she fell also, so I didn't have to work too hard on my revenge plan.

I shook my head, releasing water droplets and glared at her then moved to grab her around the waist. Her next actions, however, stopped me from doing that.

In one fluid motion, she grabbed hold of the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. There, in the moonlight, she stood in front of me, covered in only a pair of sweatpants and a thin t-shirt that was already slightly wet.

I swallowed, my mouth becoming momentarily dry at the sight of her glorious body.

I reached out for her when she bent down and stripped off her sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving her clad in only her underwear. Then, she proceeded to run into the water, squealing again in delight as the cold water splashed her body.

I remained stunned for only a couple more minutes, then I stripped also and, clad in only my boxers, I ran after her.

Finally, I caught up to her and, treading water, told her, "You're crazy."

"I know," she answered and swam toward me. Latching onto me, she kissed me deeply. Losing myself in her embrace, I stopped paying attention to maintaining my motions and started to sink downwards.

Sputtering, I resurfaced only to find that she had swum away from me. Laughing, I started after her, catching up to her quickly.

I started treading water again when she held up a hand and said, "It's not that deep here."

Pausing, I put my feet down and touched ground. The water level was still pretty deep, but it was enough for both of us to stand.

Facing her, I gazed down at her upturned face. As she looked at the moon, I looked at her and knew that, with each passing minute, she was becoming more and more dear to me. My heart was lost.

Turning toward me, she smiled and my breath caught. Water clung to her face and hair. It dribbled down her body and escaped into the dark water around us. That water hid her body from me, but I knew that it wouldn't be that way for long.

I stepped toward her and placed my hands on her breasts, zooming in. I undid her bra, wondering why she even bothered with it whenever I was around. I ran my hands over her cool flesh, warming her breasts with my fingers. Then, I got an inspirational idea.

Bending my knees, I ducked down underwater and took the tip of her breast in my mouth, sucking at her flesh. Finally, I resurfaced and caught my breath. Diving down, I repeated this several more times, warming her cool flesh and causing her skin to pucker with a mixture of temperatures and desires.

She, in turn, ran her fingers down my chest then across my back onto my ass. She massaged my ass, running her fingers up and down sensuously. She then moved around to the front of my body and grasped my erection. Using the water for lubrication, she gripped me fully and started to run her hand up and down my erection. Then, following my earlier actions, she ducked underwater and kissed my hard length. Then, carefully she placed the head of my erection at the entrance of her warm lips and sucked me in.

Unfortunately, as much as I was loving the feel of her mouth, she couldn't stay underwater for very long. She released me and resurfaced.

When she came to the top of the water, I pulled her hips toward mine and kissed her, warming our bodies by keeping us close to each other.

I wedged my hand between us and played with her legs. She moved and wrapped her legs slightly around mine, allowing me easier access to the spot I was seeking.

I pulled her underwear down her legs and set them aside in the water, even though I knew that they would probably float away before she had a chance to put them back on. But, that was something to worry about later. Much later.

Now was for love.

I slid two of my fingers inside her and kissed her again. Moving around to her neck, I leaned forward and nuzzled there. Her neckline never failed to turn me on and kissing it gave me such a wonderful feeling.

She reached for my erection and played with my under the water, lightly running her fingers up and down. Grabbing her hips, I used the weightlessness the water provided and settled myself between her thighs. Then, I plunged into her.

Using my hips to do most of the work, I ran my hands up her sides, trying to capture her breasts, but not succeeding too well because I still had to keep my balance.

How I wished for a brace to place her against so I could please her fully.

Sighing, I realized that she wasn't getting much pleasure from this because my hands were occupied trying to keep us both from falling.

"Lock your legs," I demanded softly.

She obliged and I started walking back toward the shore with her attached to me. Finally, after the water level had dropped considerably, I laid us both down in the sand, being thankful that there weren't many rocks.

We were still partially in the water, but far enough out for us to not fear drowning during our activities.

I braced myself on one arm and moved farther upward on her body, using my erection to place pressure on her clit. With the other hand, I cupped her breasts, continuing to play with the tips of them.

Her head rolled back and with a muffled scream against my shoulder, she started her orgasm. Gritting my teeth, I held back, knowing that I wanted to continue.

After she was done, I started to move again. With slow, sure strokes I moved back and forth, loving her gently and with growing passion.

I continued this for a couple of minutes and thought that I wouldn't be able to bring her to orgasm again, but then her breaths started to grow more ragged. I knew that her body had started to climb upwards and would soon climax again.

I rubbed her clit with my finger, moving it away from her breast. Leaning in, I kissed her, running my tongue into her mouth and clashing it with her own. Her hands grabbed my buttocks and urged me to move faster.

Complying, I increased my pace, shooting in and out of her at a faster and faster rate. Finally, I knew that I could continue no more. With a final thought before sanity left, I circled her clit and pressed the nub between my thumb and forefinger. With that pressure on her and my beginning spasms, she climaxed again.

I looked at him through the windows of his office, noting the serious look on his face as he bent over the various array of papers scattered across his desk. He was so silent, so wrapped up in his work, I almost decided to leave him uninterrupted.

But, I couldn't do that. Not when my need was so great.

It was late and I had returned to my apartment to find a message on my machine. He mentioned that he would be working late and that he would call me later to check up on any probable weekend plans.

But my need to see him was too demanding.

I found myself pining for a look of his face, a touch from his hands. So, after listening to my messages, I soon found myself in my car, navigating the night streets. And, this is where I ended up. His office.

I walked in, shutting the door behind me and locking it. He jumped in surprise at the sound and looked at me, astonished.

I took my time walking toward him, first looking around his office. This was the first time that I had been here. And, I was going to make it a night to remember.

I was already removing my coat and unbuttoning my blouse slowly, allowing my flesh to be seen one inch at a time.

He turned and looked at the office next to him and said, "Daniel…"

"Daniel just left," I answered, moving toward him slowly. "I ran into him in the hallway."

"The windows," he replied, sighing as I sat down on the edge of his desk and leaned in for a kiss.

"Good idea," I whispered and moved to the windows, shutting the blinds so that no one could see us. Then, I went to the office windows and shut those also, leaving us isolated from the world around us.

Moving back to his chair, I sat down across his lap and kissed him again. "All day long, I've had this urge to do that," I said, kissing my way down his jawline.

"I'm so disappointed," he responded.

I looked at him, confused. "Well, why did you wait this long?" he asked, grinning at me.

I smiled back and loosened his tie, pulling it away from his neck. "My deepest apologies."

"I'm quite sure," he answered, sighing as I proceeded to start unbuttoning his shirt. "That you'll find a way to make up for it."

"You're certainly right," I said seductively and slithered my way down his body so that I was resting on my knees between his thighs. "And I should start right now."

I unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt and pushed it aside, leaving it draped across his shoulders. I loosened the tie some more and threw it across the room after I had freed it from his neck. Then I finished taking off my blouse, leaving me clad in a skirt and underwear.

Kneeling down, I leaned forward and kissed his chest, lavishing it with my lips and tongue. He was sensitive about his nipples, so I generally tried to avoid them. He always claimed that it was too weird of a sensation to have me suckle them. I kissed them lightly and then moved on. He, for some reason, liked to have his bellybutton teased. By now, I knew his likes and dislikes and always found a way to use them to my advantage.

I sat down, adjusting myself between his legs and the desk and untied his shoelaces, loosening them and setting them aside. Then, I ran my fingers up his pant legs and cupped his growing erection softly.

Teasingly, I ran a few fingers down its clothed length. After torturing him this way for a couple of minutes, I rolled my hands down his legs, stopping at his ankles.

I ran my fingers up his legs, underneath his trousers and found the edge of his sock. I rolled first one, then the other, down his legs and off of his feet.

"Did my baby have a tough day?" I questioned when he sighed at my feelings my massaging fingers gave his feet.

He nodded and I settled myself more comfortably on the floor, massaging his feet and toes, relaxing them until he sat back in the chair.

Placing his feet back on the floor I leaned in and unclasped his belt. Loosening it, I then undid the clasp of his trousers and eased the zipper down.

Undone by the torture I was giving him, he tried to move back in his chair and pay attention to me. But, I was enjoying this too much to give into him.

I sat him back down and pulled his pants and boxers off of him, leaving him in the chair, naked. His skin was flushed and his heartbeat had started to speed up and become erratic. Grasping his erection between my two hands, I pulled away gently, causing his skin to move between my hands. Using the same motion in reverse, I created a warm cave between my hands for him to move.

I always thought that a man lost in the throes of passion looked rather silly. But, maybe it was just the men I had been with before him.

With Pacey, whenever I looked at him and saw the effect I had on him, it only served to increase the state of my own arousal.

I bent over him and took his erection in my mouth, keeping one hand firmly on the base to maneuver it back and forth. I then proceeded to take as much of him in my as I could and used the tip of my fingers to play with the base and underskin.

After awhile, I was ready to be taken care of by him. I released him from my mouth and kissed my way up his chest back to his waiting mouth. Running my tongue around his lips, I stepped up slowly and carefully, trying not to break contact.

I stood up between his spread legs and undid the clasp on my skirt, letting it fall to a puddle around my feet. Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my waist. Promptly following my cues, he started to knead my flesh, squeezing and rubbing it gently.

I pulled him up and then sat down on his desk, facing him. He then took control.

Kissing first my face, then my neck, he moved down my body until his face was level with my breasts. He kissed them threw the cloth of my bra, lavishing as much attention on them that I had previously done to his hard erection.

Gasping softly at the sensation, I grabbed his head with my hands and held it to my body, urging him to continue.

He moved his hands up my back and managed to unclasp my bra, allowing it to fall between us. Then, with my naked breasts exposed to his adoring mouth, he continued to kiss and play with them, causing me to moan and squirm on the table.

He grabbed me up around his hips and swept his hands across his desk, scattering papers madly. Then, he plopped me back down, stepping closer to me and kissing me madly.

I loved it when he was like this, rough and demanding. I knew that he wanted me, and only me, at moments like this. It was a heady feeling of power to know that he desired me this much.

Throwing my head back, I gave into the feelings that were clouding my thoughts and my vision. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but knew that I was fighting a losing battle. Finally, they drifted shut of their own accord and I gave into my emotions swirling inside me.

He turned me around sharply, so that I was lying across the desk the long way. He then climbed up too, kneeling along the edge of the desk so he could continue to kiss me.

After almost falling down a couple of times, he stopped for a minute, probably to rethink his strategy. Then, he pulled me down along the length of the desk, stopping only when my ass was along the edge of the desk. Taking my underwear along with him, I might add.

He kneeled down and placed his face between my legs. Kissing me softly along the inside of my thighs, he moved further and further upward until he reached his ultimate goal.

He circled my clit a couple of times with his tongue, then drew the entire nub into his mouth and sucked gently. This was an ultimate sensation for me, and one I knew I had been waiting for. Gritting my teeth, my fingers clenched involuntarily as I struggled not to climax.

"Jen, come," he demanded, knowing that I was holding myself back.

"With you," I managed to utter, thrashing my head around on the table as he applied more pressure on my clit.

He paused at my words then stood up and grabbed my arms, pulling me up into a slightly skewed sitting position.

"Hold on," he demanded, kissing my earlobe.

Placing himself in conjunction with me, he thrust himself upwards and into me. A feeling of completeness surrounded me, just as my inner walls surrounded and clung to his erection.

Using long, slow thrusts, which he knew I liked, he withdrew completely and moved his erection around my clit, then plunged back into me. Thankfully, he only did this a few times because the sensations it was giving me were almost too much to bear.

It was getting hard for me to remain sitting, so I rested back down on the table. He took this opportunity to grab onto my breasts and rub them, pushing them first together and then pulling them outwards. He massaged them gently, rolling the tips of them between his fingertips.

Keeping one hand on my breasts, the other ventured downward and tangled itself into the hair between my legs. Using gentle pressure, he separated my folds and found my clit once again. Rubbing it first up and down and then circling it, he teased it while he continued to thrust deep inside me.

Finally, my body could take no more. I raised my hips and, using my hands, grabbed hold of his hand, pulling it toward me in a silent gesture to go faster.

Following my command, his pace increased. Before it could increase too much however, I found my body hurling toward its own release. Arching my back, I emitted a low groan and climaxed.

At the feeling of my orgasm, he soon followed with his own.

 

Spent, I leaned toward the desk, resting my head against the cool walnut wood. My body still felt overheated and I knew that if we didn't move soon, I would take her again, right there, right now.

Looking up and seeing her in my office, invading my life at work, took me by surprise. Then, when she started to take her clothes off, I knew I was down for the count.

Now, no matter where I went, I would have a memory of us. Every time I would place a piece of paper on my desk, I would vividly remember me sweeping them off in a fluid motion, scattering them. I would recall her supple limbs, her gorgeous body pressed against mine.

At home, it was the same way. I would lay in bed, remembering each encounter and touch of her. I was hers.

I loved her and would love her always.

But, when would I finally be able to tell her? Would I ever tell her the truth of my feelings?

I was too afraid of being hurt, of having her kick me out of her life. Even though I knew she cared about me, I feared that it was only in a casual sense. I was petrified that she didn't love me.

So I continued to hide my feelings.

I moved back and helped her up into a sitting position then bent and grabbed her clothes. Giving her everything but her underwear, I then proceeded to put myself back together.

"Where are?" she asked, looking around for her misplaced articles of clothing.

I looked at her suggestively and showed her the contents of my hand. Then, I opened the third drawer of my desk and placed her underwear inside of it. The knowledge that, while I worked each and every day, that there was evidence of this meeting, thrilled me deeply.

She smiled at me and shrugged her shoulders then turned around and surveyed the mess we had made of my office.

"I suppose we should clean this up before we go," she said.

Nodding I bent down and started to gather up all my papers.

It took us about fifteen minutes to put my office back into shape, and by that time, I was ready to head home and to bed. And, hopefully, have her in it also.

I held out my hand and gestured that we should go. She placed her hand in mine and we walked out of my office and down the hallway.

The office was quiet. It was late and I was the last person to leave. I generally didn't work late that much, so I was amazed at how even the tiniest sound echoed down the hall.

Dinging softly, the elevator let us know of its arrival. The doors opened and we stepped through them. With a gentle whooshing sound, the doors closed behind us.

I paused for a minute remembering something.

A fantasy.

Something I always had wanted to try.

Jen looked at me, wondering, I'm sure, why I hadn't bothered to push any of the buttons.

I turned toward her, moving away from the buttons and kissed her softly, then with growing passion. The knowledge that she wasn't wearing any underwear heighten my senses and caused me to become instantaneously hard again.

I drew her backwards until she was backed up against the wall.

I moved one of my trouser-clad legs in between her thighs and slowly brought it upward. Raising her skirt with one hand, I bent my head and watched her legs.

Slowly, inch by inch, my leg made its way up her shapely thighs, moving ever so closer to its goal. Finally, at long last, my leg was nestled deep between her legs. I could feel the moisture of her arousal dampening my leg slightly. This only served to heighten my need.

I raised my leg slowly, bracing her against the wall. Gently, an inch at a time, I raised her body until she was riding my leg.

She moaned and brought her head forward to kiss me. "Again," she whispered.

I moved my leg back down, letting her rest for a minute on the ground. Then, I moved her back up.

Once she was settled up on my leg and against the wall, I used my leg to create small circular movements. She rode my leg, gasping at the pleasure she was getting from me. I was thrilled at her reaction.

I continued this a couple more times, then pulled back. I pulled at her blouse and undid the buttons, not wanting to tear the lovely fabric. I did, however, leave the skirt on.

Unbuckling and undoing my trousers, I slid those down my legs. I did however, have to bend down to get them over my shoes, but that was a simple enough matter.

I laid down across the floor of the elevator and pulled her down on top of me so that she ended up straddling me. I ran my hands up her legs and underneath her skirt, which was again hiding her treasure from me.

I circled her clit again, knowing that she loved how it felt and placed two fingers at the entrance of her opening. Using my thumb on her clit, I slowly entered her with my fingers, moving back and forth at a maddeningly slow rate. Only putting a small distance of my fingers in her at a time, I teased and opening and her clit.

In response, she leaned back and grabbed at my erection with one of her hands, using the remaining hand as leverage for balance. She cupped me with her hand and, using her palm and fingers, began to tease me in much the same manner as I was currently teasing her.

Finally I couldn't take anymore of her teasing. I removed my fingers and settled her down between my legs, placing my erection at the entrance of her arousal. Then, using my hands on her hips as guidance, I lifted my hips and entered her again.

Even though I had just had her in my office, I climaxed quickly. Her fingers on my erection and my own fantasies being fulfilled had been too much for me. Without much finesse, I started my orgasm.

Which basically meant that I didn't give her much pleasure. I withdrew and switched positions with her, so that she was lying on the floor and I was above her.

I needed to tend to my earlier distractions.

I teased her breasts and kissed them thoroughly, leaving no inch of space untouched or without a kiss. Then, I settled myself between her thighs and replaced my fingers inside her.

It wasn't an erection, but I knew that I could pleasure her this way. I leaned in and grabbed hold of her clit once again with my mouth, sucking it gently and nipping slightly at it with my teeth.

After a couple of minutes of this, she was writhing on the floor, moving ever so closer to an orgasm. I increased my motions, quickening the pace of my fingers and suckling her clit harder.

Finally, with a final cry and shudder, she climaxed.

Curling up next to her on the floor, I chuckled.

She leaned up and looked at me.

"Like I said before, there's a first time for everything."

 

The weekend was finally upon us once again. More importantly, this weekend was a special one. Today was Pacey’s birthday.

Whenever I asked him throughout the weeks before what he wanted as a gift, he always stated that he didn’t need anything. But, that didn’t deter me.

I knew that there was something I could give him on his birthday. And, hopefully that something would be more precious to him than any other gift I could possibly give. Of course, I’m talking about me.

I had planned a special day for us and he didn’t suspect a thing. A lot of time and effort on my part had gone into this planning, and I was sure that nothing could ruin it. Unless, of course, the weather decided not to cooperate. But, that was out of my hands. Right now, I was focused on him and this special day.

I packed up all of the stuff that I would need today and started my car. Heading over to his apartment, I recalled the telephone conversation we had last night.

“So you’re going to head over in the late morning?” he asked as we tried to finalize our plans.

“Yeah, then we can head out for lunch and maybe a movie or something. Since you refused to tell me what you wanted for your birthday, I’ll guess I’ll just have to take you out for a day on the town,” I responded, lying through my teeth. “So, why don’t you plan on me being there around eleven. If you want, I can call you before I leave so you know when to expect me.

“No, that’s not necessary,” he said. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Great, talk to you later. Sleep tight,” I said.

“I would if you were here,” he said back.

“You’re such a kidder,” I joked back, not trusting my voice or emotions after his last comment.

I heard a sigh over the phone and figured that he was tired. “Get some sleep, babe,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jen. Sweet dreams,” he said and hung up the phone.

Lying the phone back in its cradle, I sighed, caressing the handle. If only it were true, I said to myself. If only he loved me.

I shook my head, trying in effort to dispel those thoughts from my head. The world was the way it was, and wishing it would change doesn’t mean that it ever would. I had to face my reality, and that reality was that, no matter how much I wanted him to love me, he didn’t. But, I was willing to continue seeing him because to not see him, would be like ripping my heart out. So, the charade went on.

I pulled up to the front of his apartment building and checked the backseat to make sure that everything was in order. Most of the supplies were in my trunk, but I did have to place a few in the car. I just hoped he wouldn’t snoop too much once we headed out.

I ran out the car and rang the doorbell to his apartment. Normally, I would just go up to his door, but I didn’t want to get delayed. And, I have discovered that every time I went up to his apartment, we got detained. Well, detained from our destination, but engrossed in each other. I still get shivers whenever I have a vivid memory of our times together. I treasured each and every one.

Within a few minutes, he came bounding down the stairs and out the door, grabbing me around the waist and twirling me around. Squealing with laughter, I grabbed his neck and proceeded to hang on tight.

He pulled me in, holding me flush against his body and kissed me hello. And, what a kiss it was.

My toes curled and my blood began to pound and rush in my ears. I kissed him back, twining my fingers into his hair and holding his mouth next to mine, not wanting to ever let him go. Our tongues danced with each other and I could feel, next to my midsection, a growing erection arising from him.

With great reluctance, we withdrew from each other. I’m sure that my cheeks were flushed and breathing ragged. I know that he certainly looked affected by the kiss also.

Shaking my head slightly in an effort to return myself to reality, I took his hand and led him to the car. I opened the door for him and practically shoved him in his seat. Then, walking around to the driver’s side, I lectured myself.

Keep it loose, keep it real. This isn’t love, at least not on his part.

Still, I couldn’t help myself from wondering what it might be like if we were in love. I had fallen so deeply for him that sometimes, it even astounded myself to see how far in love with I am. It happened when I least expected at, and it had happened for real.

I could count the number of people I fell in love with on one hand, and I wouldn’t even use all the fingers, either. Because, in the back of my head, the voice I hated to listen to always reverberated itself, saying that people with a background like mine don’t deserve love. Even worse, the voice continually battered into my head the fact that no one would love me if they really knew who I was.

I knew that voice didn’t speak the truth, but in the dark of the night, it is so easy to believe every false word. As I would lay in bed, hearing that voice in my head, I would give into the temptation of believing that I was not worthy of love.

I gave love with all my heart, and in return, I truly expected nothing. Because, I could so easily believe that I was worth nothing. I was the lowliest being on the earth. I was garbage that someone had thrown away. I was the false misrepresentation of idealism and youthfulness. And, even worse, I was not worthy to have anyone love me to the fullest of his capacity. No one would give me all of their heart, no matter how much of my own I gave in return.

I turned the ignition, starting the car and forced myself to think happier thoughts. Today was a day for celebration. It was his day.

I turned my face briefly to look at him. He turned away quickly and looked at his hands, seemingly embarrassed about something. He looked away so fast that I almost missed the look in his eyes. His eyes told me so many things, and at that moment, the emotion I was reading the most was longing.

And, when I recognized that look in his eyes, my body and heart responded to it also. I could feel those imaginary heart-strings pulling myself toward him even further, taking another diving plunge into the sea of love and desire.

As I felt my heart give way, I heard that voice in the back of my head. And, heaven help me, but I listened to it.

As I was struggling to tune out the voice, Pacey reached for my hand and held onto it lightly, gently stroking my fingers and knuckles in a relaxing gesture of companionship. And, with the touch of his hand, the voice disappeared.

I glanced his way and smiled briefly before turning my attention back to the road. We were starting to leave the city and were soon heading northbound on a country road.

“Hey, I thought we were going out for a day on the town,” Pacey interjected, looking around him in astonishment.

“And, what’s even worse,” I replied. “Was that you believed me.” Grinning at the look he shot my way, I happily rejoiced that I was able to pull this off.

Finally, we reached our destination. It took about thirty minutes for us to drive out there but the time passed quickly. Pacey continued to look out the window, trying, I’m assuming, to figure out where we were going and why. I didn’t have to deal with directions, because I had come hear earlier this week to make sure everything would run smoothly. I just enjoyed the drive and inwardly gloated on how I had managed to pull the wool over his eyes.

I pulled the car underneath a shady elm tree and opened the door, motioning for him to follow me out of the car. I grabbed the blanket I had stashed in the backseat, along with a few other accessories and popped open the trunk. Handing items to him to carry, I then headed out with him trailing me from behind.

It was a secluded spot, which is the main reason why I picked this particular area. The land we were on owned to a farmer a couple miles out. It had taken a great deal of research on my part to figure out who owned or leased this property, because I didn’t want to be trespassing. However, once I found out who it belonged to, things went incredibly smooth.

The farmer was a romantic at heart, and heartily agreed to my plans, once I had explained what it was I specifically had planned out. He promised to not interfere while we spent the day here. In return for his generous offer, I had brought a few homemade meals to give him and his wife.

We walked deeper and deeper into the forest, leaving the car and the city behind. With each step we took, the air seemed crisper and more fresh. I could hear the birds chirping and the grass rustling beneath our feet. All in all, it was turning out to be perfect.

I glanced behind me to look at him, treading carefully with containers in each hand. I giggled softly, so quietly that he couldn’t hear me.

“Almost there,” I said, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice.

“Laugh all you want, Jen. I’m going to get you back for this,” he warned.

“You don’t even know what this is, yet,” I retorted.

“Yeah, well. When I do find out, you better know that I’m going to have my revenge.”

I couldn’t help it. I just started to laugh and couldn’t move any more. I leaned up against a tree and just laughed deeply. There wasn’t anything particularly funny about what he had said. I think it was more a laugh of joy.

I was laughing so much I didn’t notice the look on his face as he watched me. Eventually, he carefully set down his packages and walked slowly toward me.

I stopped laughing when I noticed his advancement upon me and the look in his eyes. There was something there, something I couldn’t quite make out. I knew it was something incredibly important, but I couldn’t read what it was.

He stopped inches from me and cupped my chin in his hand, leaning my face upward toward him. Then, with infinite care, he caressed my face, tracing my features with the tip of his fingers. Slowly, he lowered his face to my awaiting mouth and kissed me.

This was a kiss similar to the one we shared outside his apartment. All my emotions went hay-wire all at once. All I could sense and taste was him. All I wanted at that moment was to continue this kiss forever. I never wanted it to stop.

He kissed me again, gently exploring my lips. Then his lips traced my jaw, moving upward toward my ear. Breathing his warm breath in it, he nibbled the lobe then covered my throat with kisses and his questing tongue. Then, he returned to my mouth once again.

I couldn’t take much more of this. My knees were weak and my back was getting sore from being pressed up against a tree. I needed better support if we were going to continue this.

With a gentle, but reluctant gesture, I moved away from him, sighing as my body lost contact with his.

“We should get moving,” I said, breathlessly, struggling to get my bearings.

He nodded and we started to move again. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt at my actions. But, if he would have continued, I know that I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from telling him the truth. And, nothing was going to ruin this day.

Finally we reached our destination. I walked up to a spot that I had already picked out and spread the blanket I had brought with us. Then, I grabbed one of the lighter packages and pulled out a couple of pillows I thought would be good to have with us, especially if we were going to be here for a couple of hours. Finally, I set out the picnic-ware I had brought, along with the food.

Gesturing for him to sit down on the blanket, I moved to his feet and took off his shoes, then proceeded to do the same with my own.

With gusto, I produced the food and served it to him on one of the plates, exclaiming as I did so, “Happy Birthday.”

He smiled at me, in a wistful tone and dug into his food. Everything was delicious and I was proud that I was able to make at least half of the food, while the rest was bought at the grocery store.

After we ate, I pulled him down onto the pillows and relaxed against his body, placing my head on his stomach.

We started to talk, at first about nothing at all, and then we delved into deeper topics. He was an exciting conversationalist. And, I certainly didn’t mind when he started to play with my hair.

Eventually, we napped for a bit. I had moved so that I was curled up next to him and was able to breath in his unique scent. The afternoon moved slowly onward as the remainder of the day stretched out in front of us.

I awoke slowly, only to find him gazing at me with that look of longing in his eyes again. I found myself smiling sleepily up at him and then leaned inward for a kiss. I missed his mouth and grazed his chin instead. Giggling, I moved to sit up, meaning to pull out the wine out of the cooler.

He stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. Looking up at him, I knew something was going to happen. Deep inside me, the need started to rush outward and my blood began to pump thicker and louder. With a simple look from him, I was fully aroused.

I laid back down next to him and, leaning halfway across his chest, kissed him deeply. Our tongues moved back and forth as we explored each other’s mouths. My hand, braced against his chest, began to move, almost of its own accord.

I found myself rubbing his chest through his shirt, caressing and massaging the muscles underneath. Meanwhile, his hands had moved from my shoulders to rub my back in sensuous, long strokes. From the tips of my shoulder blades to the rounding of my hips, he continued to stroke my back.

Turning my face into his neck, I lost myself in the sensations of having his hands caress me so lovingly. He moved his hands to my hips and spanned them, pulling me upwards until I was lying across his chest and could feel his arousal on my midsection.

He pulled me downward until our pelvises met and thrust upwards with his hips, rubbing his pants and his arousal next to my softness. Before I knew what was happening, I flew over the edge one the wings of my climax.

Shaking afterwards, I laid in his chest, wondering how that could have happened so quickly and completely when we still had our clothes on. I finally made the conclusion that it was the result of the nap, even though I knew I was kidding myself. In my heart, I knew why it had happened.

He pulled my head into his chest and ran his hands down and through my hair, giving me comfort without saying a word. I started to respond again to this simple caress and, with my hands, urged him to continue and give me completeness.

He rolled over and laid across me, leaning up on his elbows to give me breathing room. Then, with care, he undressed me. Afterwards, he also stripped, so that we were bare to the rays of the sun and the breath of the wind. And, more importantly, we were bare to each other. Everything but the true nature of my heart, that is.

He kissed my stomach and my navel, swirling his tongue around my bellybutton. I pulled him toward me, wanting more than his sweet caresses and gentle kisses. I wanted to be one with him. I needed to feel him inside me.

With one long, sure thrust, he was embedded deep within me. Pausing for a minutes, I held onto him, reveling in the emotions that I was feeling inside me. Then, with a simple tugging gesture, he started to move.

Nothing was frantic about his pace. He acted like he had all the time in the world. He would slowly embed himself within me, then just as slowly he would withdraw until his erection would almost leave me. I tried to urge him to move faster, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was on his own agenda and, finally, throwing my head back and surrendering to the feelings, I gave in.

My mind was completely focused on him and his motions inside me. We had never made love like this before. Time stood still as we remained completely wrapped up in each other. I opened my eyes and looked into his, seeing the concentration on his face and the look of desire in his eyes. I closed my eyes again, losing myself in the feeling of rightness, not noticing the look on his face as he watched me lose control for the second time.

Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a long, gutteral moan, he began his orgasm, unleashing his passion and desire for me.

 

She routinely took my breath away. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her when I first saw her today, and I couldn’t stop myself from loving her now. Every breath that I took just reminded me of how much I needed and wanted her in my life.

My mind started drifting backwards in time as I remembered each touch, each caress, each glance, each moment that I spent with her. It was no longer about the release I felt when we made love, it was about spending time with her.

She wanted to know what she could give me on my birthday. I kept evading the question because I knew that what I wanted most from her was something I would never have. I wanted her love, her devotion, and her complete trust in us and our relationship.

I never said that word in front of her. Relationship. She thought that I didn’t know her or her fears. What she truly didn’t know was that I knew her too well, for my own good. I was certain that if I ever tossed that one word out into a conversation, all bets would be off. It would be over.

And that was something I could never bear.

I would rather love her silently and completely then to come clean and have her deny me.

But, everyday was torture for me.

Even worse were the days when I was without her. When I was with her, at least I was able to pretend that we were together. But when we were apart, there was no way I could fool myself into thinking that was true.

I wanted her in my life and in my bed. Even worse, I wanted her to be with me always, to have and to hold, the whole nine yards. Yes, I was thinking marriage.

But that was insane. Even worse, on the day before my birthday, I went out and bought a ring. It was in my pocket, waiting for me to gather enough courage so that I would ask her to marry me and to be with me always.

Yeah, I know. I was jumping the gun. I had never even uttered the words to her. The words I was afraid she didn’t want to hear from my lips. “I love you.”

When she came to the front door of my apartment building and stood there waiting for me, I took a few seconds to gaze upon her from behind the glass. Her back was to me and I just took in the form of her body and the curvatures to it that I knew so well. If I wanted, and if I had the talent, I could sketch her body from my mind’s image. That’s how well I knew her form.

I just wish I knew her mind, and even more importantly, her heart, as well.

I remembered the conversation we had the night before, after I had already bought the ring.

I had let my heart be bared to her voice, but she didn’t even know it. I spoke briefly of my desire that she was there, lying next to me, not a voice in my ear stretching across the city. She called me a kidder, not knowing that her words struck a blow to my heart.

I wasn’t kidding. I wanted her. I had a ring to prove it.

Later, when we were walking in the woods, going out to who knows where, I just watched her. My eyes traced her body in the sunlight and shadows.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her.

Then, when she threw her head back and started to laugh, my heart just stopped.

Here, at that moment, I feel more in love with her than I ever could have thought possible. Her laughter evoked feelings in me I didn’t even know I had. It called to me on a deep, primitive level.

I could hear the joy in her voice as she laughed, turning her head upwards, encasing her face with sunlight. I watched her, glorified in the moment. She looked like an angel, sent to earth. There, at that moment, she radiated happiness.

I couldn’t help myself. Of its own accord, my hands dropped their packages and I started to walk slowly toward her, afraid on some level that she actually was just a figment of my imagination and would slowly filter away.

But, instead of disappearing, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a frank and intense expression. I looked into her eyes and could almost imagine that I say love in them. As I felt her gaze upon me, I felt as if I could move mountains.

My heart wanted to speak, to finally and at long last, utter those words I desperately wanted to say. But, my mouth was frozen. As I opened it, meaning to say aloud those three little words, my heart just stopped.

What if she rejected me?

So, instead, I found myself telling her of my love in the only other way I knew how. I kissed her, pouring out all my emotions into it, struggling to keep my composure as I drained my heart onto her lips.

But, she pushed me away. I took that as rejection enough for today. She didn’t want me to love her. She just wanted me for other reasons.

How could I tell her that I wanted so much more than what I was already giving her. I wanted her heart. I wanted her to accept mine.

The day moved along. She eventually curled up next to me and fell asleep. I feigned sleep, just so I could take these precious moments and watch her as she was completely relaxed.

Her head lay on my chest and one of her arms was around me. Our legs were intertwined. I, ever so slowly, raised my hand and petted her hair, letting the smooth strands run through my fingers.

I relaxed as I continued to caress her, adoring her with each movement of my hands. Eventually, she woke up.

I can’t even begin to describe what I was feeling when she had an orgasm without me even being inside her or touching her. We weren’t even undressed. It was a silent orgasm, but a strong one. She rippled with aftershocks afterwards and laid against my chest, stunned, I’m sure, at the sensations what were coursing through her body.

I could barely hold back once we started to kiss and touch each other again. But, once again, this was one of the few way I knew to inform her of my love. I was going to continue this as long as I could.

Afterwards, we curled up in each other’s arms then finally started to move again. We dressed each other, taking quick kisses of flesh before we covered it up again.

Then, Jen reached into the cooler and grabbed a bottle of wine along with some glasses. There, in the relative quiet of the world, we watched the sun set over a nearby river.

It was the most peaceful birthday I had ever had, and it helped to have the woman I loved sitting next to me the whole time.

Finally, we packed up our belongings and headed back to the car, wanting to get out of the forest before the dark had completely settled around us. She led the way again. I’m not sure how she knew which direction was the right one, but I simply followed her, trusting that she would know which was way the correct way to go.

Settling back into the car, she started the engine then glanced at me with a worried expression in her eyes.

“You don’t mind if we make a small stop before heading back, do you?” she asked.

“I don’t care,” I responded. “Wherever you need to go, let’s go.”

“Okay,” she said and put the car in gear.
After driving for about five minutes, she pulled into the driveway of a nearby farm. I looked over at her and voiced my questions.

“This is the person who owns the land we were just on,” she said, smiling at me and my worries. “I wanted to repay them in some way for letting me use their property.”

I smiled at her generous offer and got out of the car, following her to the front steps.

She rang the doorbell, holding a container in her hands. An older lady quickly answered the door.

“Hello, is Dave home?” Jen asked the woman.

“Yes, dear. May I tell him who’s here?” she asked in return.

“It’s Jen Lindley,” she responded smiling at her. “I’m the one who wanted to use some of your land today.”

“Oh, hello dear. Come right in. This must be the special guy you were mentioning.”

I caught a quick look of panic on Jen’s face and also noticed how quickly she masked it. I wondered what was up.

“Dave, you have a visitor,” the woman said and turned toward the kitchen.

Dave came forward and greeted the two of us, shaking our hands.

”I just wanted to repay you in some way for letting me use your property today,” Jen said, holding out the container. “It’s not much, but it’s sincere thanks.”

Dave smiled at me as he looked inside the container. “Oh, great,” he exclaimed. “Homemade goodies from a lovely young lady. My wife is going to think that you’re courting me.” He smiled and then looked me up and down. “But how would she ever think such things knowing that you have this fine young man at your beck and call.”

I grinned sheepishly and looked over at Jen, struggling to mask the love in my eyes, but I’m sure that Dave caught everything. He looked sharp enough to see it, anyway.

“So, the day went well for you?” he asked, moving toward the kitchen and motioning for us to follow.

”Yes, it did, thank you,” Jen said as we followed.

“Good, good.”

He invited us to stay, but Jen insisted that we needed to get going. I walked her to the car, then remembered that I had left something in the house. I told her to stay put and went back to the front door in order to retrieve it.

Dave answered my knock and looked at me questioningly. I told him that I had left my jacket in the kitchen. He invited me back in and escorted me to the kitchen and then back again.

As I was about to leave the house, his next words caused me to stop in my tracks.

“You must be someone special,” he remarked.

I shrugged my shoulders and moved to the front door again. “She loves you,” he said, simply and softly.

I turned around slowly, staring at him, wondering if I had heard him right. “What?” I questioned.

“She love you, boy,” he remarked, laughing at my expression. “Would take an idiot not to see it.”

“No, she doesn’t,” I responded, shaking my head.

“Told me so herself,” he said, grasping my hand.

“Let me tell you something, sonny. That woman loves you completely, or else I’m a horse’s ass. You’d have to be blind not to see it. Now, she’s a good woman, someone to take care of and to love completely. So, if you don’t love her back with your whole heart, I suggest you just let her go, before she just ends up hurting herself more.”

I sat back on my heels, stunned at the words coming from this man I had never met before this night. “But, how do you know?” I asked.

He smiled a little smile at me and said, “Remember son, take care of a heart that’s given to you so completely. It’s liable to break pretty easily.”

“She already has mine,” I whispered.

He nodded at my words. “I had thought as much, but I needed to hear you say it. Now, I don’t know her that well, but I know that she worked hard to make this day special for you. Someone doesn’t do that unless they are in love.”

I nodded and thanked him again, turning to leave. I turned around and told him. “Thank you. You just made this day infinitely more special.”

He smiled back at me and opened the door. I left, still stunned at what I had just heard.

The drive back to my apartment was mostly silent. I couldn't say or concentrate as the farmer's words echoed in my head.

She parked the car and grabbed another container from her trunk and then escorted me up to my apartment. I was still in shock and wasn’t too much of a conversationalist. She looked at me, worried by my silence.

As I shut the door to my apartment, I shrugged out of my coat and turned around, opening my mouth to say something, anything, to her.

I needed to get my mind off of what Dave had said.

I turned around and saw her there, wrapped in a big bow.

I looked at her, questioningly.

“You wouldn’t tell me what you wanted for your birthday, so this is what I came up with,” she said, smiling at me. “Come on, Pace. Unwrap your present.”

I couldn’t resist her, even though I knew that I should. I should sit her down and tell her what Dave had told me in his house. I should come clean with her.

But, as she seductively started to unknot the bow she had placed haphazardly around her body as my back was turned, I knew that my love and lust for her were starting to take over.

I crossed the distance between us in a few steps and crushed her to my body. My mouth slanted down across hers, clashing with her tongue. Before, in the woods, there was tenderness. Now, I was struggling with the raw emotions churning inside me.

I paused and took a few deep breaths, needing to regain my control. She, however, had different intentions.

She leaned toward me and suckled at my neck, drawing the skin into her mouth and leaving a red mark when she was done. The breath hissed out of my mouth as I clamped her body next to mine and backed her up against the wall.

I reached between us and tore at her shirt, ripping it over her body and throwing it across the floor. Raw need pounded at me.

I clawed at my own shirt and hurled it off of me and onto the ground. I kissed her roughly and grabbed onto the buckles of her jeans, undoing them and shoving them down across her ankles. She grabbed hold of my neck and stepped out of them, never taking her mouth away from mine.

Her nimble fingers undid my pants and shoved them downward taking my underwear along with them. My hard erection popped up between us and she grasped it between her hands.

I grabbed her hips and ripped her underwear aside. Leaning her up against the wall I put two of my fingers inside her and pumped them wildly. Her arousal coated them with moisture and I gritted my teeth again.

Finally, I couldn’t take anymore. I unleashed myself from her questing hands and grabbed her hips, aligning her body so I could push myself into her.

With a quick thrust, I was buried inside and proceeded to pump in and out of her at an ever increasing rate of speed. My hips blurred as I lost all sense of sanity. Circling her clit and applying pressure, I speeded up even more. The pounding and slapping sounds of our bodies only fueled the raging fire within me.

As she started to scream my name, I felt her walls spasm and shake around me. With one final thrust, I rammed myself home and climaxed.

After several minutes of heavy breathing and returning to sanity, I looked up into her eyes and knew that I could hide it no longer.

“Jen, I...” I said, trailing off, looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes?"

 

I looked up at him with wide eyes, my body still numb from our exuberant display against the wall. He looked down at me, hesitating for an instant.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked, smiling.

Laughing, I disentangled myself from him and regained my footing on the ground. I was torn inside though. I thought he might finally say those three little words. But, instead he lightened the mood so much that all I could do was laugh.

I walked away from him and into the bedroom with him at my heels. I grabbed a couple shirts from his closet and handed on to him, putting the other on myself.

"Oh," he said in a cheeky manner. "You're going to stay here tonight."

I motioned to the door and started to walk away, "Well, if you don't want me to stay."

He abruptly moved in front of me and backed me up against the wall and braced his hands on either side of my head, leaning in and trapping me. "Oh, I do very much want you to stay." After saying that, he dipped his head and sipped and my lips.

I smiled up against him between kisses. "I'm glad to hear it," I responded, kissing him again.

If only he would ask me to stay with him forever. But, that was an unspoken with I could never possibly utter out loud. Instead, I would keep such desires in my heart, unseen my him and the rest of the world.

He didn't want commitment. He just wanted a casual fling.

I pulled away from him with downcast eyes and finished buttoning my shirt.

He caught my arm and turned me around. "Jen, what's wrong?" he asked.

How could he look into my soul so well but not know what I was feeling toward him? Why were people always blind when it came to love?

"Nothing," I said, trying to turn away again.

He held me fast. "Don't give me that. What's wrong."

I sighed, knowing I would have to try to give him a plausible explanation for my current mood. "It's just…I don't know...the birthday blues."

He pulled me in tight for a hug, kissing the top of my head and chuckling softly. "I thought those were supposed to be felt by the person with the birthday," he said. "I.e., me."

"Well, you know me," I retorted, my face muffled through his shirt. "I always seem to get things backwards."

"Come on," he said. "Let's go into the living room."

I followed him into the living room and we sat down and watched an old movie. If you would have told me in high school that I would one day have a relationship with Pacey Witter, and would actually be happy just cuddling next to him on a sofa watching an old black and white, I would have called you crazy.

Yet, it happened.

With my expecting it, I had fallen for someone so hard that I was content to just be with him, no questions asked and no sex attached.

Of course, the sex was great, but for the first time ever, I didn't have to worry about pleasing him sexually before he would find me desirable. Here, in his arms, I felt as beautiful and desirable as an angel.

Waking up, I realized that I had fallen asleep on the sofa, lying next to him. I tentatively raised my head and looked at him, noting that he was asleep also. Not wanting to disturb him, I moved slowly, needing to go into the kitchen and grab something to drink.

He shifted in his sleep and, grabbing hold of my waist, mumbled something I could barely catch. I leaned in, trying to figure out what he was saying.

"Pace?" I asked.

"Don't go," he said back softly.

I smiled and leaned in again, kissing his cheek softly. "I'm coming right back," I assured him.

Moving again, his arm tightened around me more. "No, stay...with me...always."

My heart stopped and I looked at him hard, trying to read what he was saying. Why was he saying such things? Why was he bringing up me leaving?

Finally, I realized that he was dreaming.

With a deep sigh I disentangled myself and stood up, walking slowly to the kitchen. I was reading too much into his words.

He didn't want commitment.

Leaning up against the refrigerator, I remembered one of our chance late night encounters. It wasn't that long ago..but it was before I knew fully what my emotions were.

I had let myself in, knowing that it was early and that he would probably still be awake. I just needed release. I needed to see him. I needed him to cure the ache inside me that only he could cure.

I wasn't ready to admit it, but I knew that the ache was my heart, longing to be with him. Longing to let myself love him completely.

I walked into his living room and saw him there, sitting in his chair, flipping through the channels, only clad in boxers and a T-shirt. At the sight of me standing in front of him, he dropped the remote and, grinned at me, slowly and with appreciation.

He crooked his finger toward me, beckoning me to come closer. Obediently, I walked toward him until I was standing in front of him.

He leaned back in his chair, still smiling up at me. With one hand, he grasped my waist, squeezing and caressing my hip through the material of my clothes.

Unconsciously, I leaned toward him, moving to sit down. He stopped me, holding up his hand.

He maintained eye contact with me as he crooked the fingers of one hand underneath the waistband of my skirt and unhooked them.

My eyelids drifted shut as he slowly exposed my body to his questing hands.

Reaching up, he ran his wonderful hands up the front of my blouse, cupping and rubbing my breasts, causing them to peak and bud with desire.

Starting from the bottom, he unbuttoned my blouse, touching my flesh as he exposed it. Finally, I stood in front of him wearing only my underwear and the garter belt for my nylons.

I was exposed to his eyes, but felt no shame or remorse. This was something that I had initiated, and every time I was with him, I felt alive and free. I felt like I could climb mountains and tackle anything that came my way. With him, I was unbeatable.

I moved to sit down, but he commandeered control once again. Knowing that because I was the instigator, that also gave me the most power over our meetings, I hesitated at first, then gave into the delicious feelings that were running through me.

My blood was already pounding and coursing through my body, heady with desire and passion to feel him next to me and inside me. My breasts felt full and ached for his touch and kiss.

I opened up my eyes and looked at him as he gazed at me standing before him. He grabbed hold of my hips and moved me onto the chair. I ended up straddling him and the chair at once.

I felt exposed, sitting there like that. My ass rested comfortably in his lap, but my legs were stretched out, leaving my arousal apparent to his hands and eyes. He grabbed my head as it drifted downward and lifted it, causing me to meet his gaze.

He didn't say a word, but I knew that if I was truly uncomfortable with this, he would stop immediately.

As I felt relief course through me, I knew that I wouldn't stop. I just needed to know that I could trust him with this. It was my body, and it was laid open before him. I needed to know that we would be equals in these explorations.

I smiled a bit at him and gave him an affirmative look. He smiled back and leaned in, kissing me.

Sitting on his lap, I could feel his arousal pressed between us, straining against the cloth of his boxers. I tried to touch it, to let him know I wanted him, but with his next actions, I could only grab hold of support and hold on.

Leaning backward against his legs, holding onto his knees to keep me upright, I closed my eyes and arched my head back as I felt his fingers move my underwear aside and touch me.

His other hand reached for my breasts and teased them, filling me with aching longing for his erection inside me.

He scooted downward on the chair, moving his body closer to the floor and continued to play with my folds and clit. Finally, he shifted his body all the way down and placed his mouth directly on me.

I shook with the feelings of pleasure coursing through me. He was masterful, inserting his tongue in all the right spots and teasing my clit until I was writhing and moaning with desire. What was even worse was that, in this position, he could tell whenever I was close to climaxing. He would slow his pace and leave me frustrated, allowing me to return to reality then would start all over again.

I moaned his name deeply. He pulled himself back into a sitting position and leaned me forward, pulling his boxers aside with one quick movement.

Then, with certainty, he thrust into me, burying himself in my flesh. I moaned his name again, deep in the back of my throat as the feeling of him being inside me ran through my body.

Shuddering, he started to move. I came quickly and deeply, beginning my spasms deep within me and working outward. When he felt me orgasm around him, he gritted his teeth and unleashed himself.

I flung myself across his chest, breathing hard, listening to the sound of his heavy breathing and erratic heartbeat.

But his next words shocked me to the core and left me shaken.

"You are a good lay, Lindley," he said, caressing my hair, not knowing what his words did to me inside.

Still, to this day, I could hear those words echoing in my mind. I would hear them and remember that I was nothing more to him than a roll in the sack.

Even now, it was unbearably painful to remember.

And worse, it only reinforced my own opinion of myself. I was nothing more to men than a good lay.

Grabbing the water pitcher from the fridge I poured myself a glass and downed it. Then, with a heavy heart, I walked back into the living room.

My heart melted when I looked at him, sleeping so peacefully. He looked so content and so innocent. Then, his arm reached out and a slight look of panic creased across his brow.

I walked toward him, wanting to reassure him that everything was alright. His hand reached out and I grabbed it, kneeing in front of him, holding it gently in my own, tracing a pattern on it with the edge of my fingers.

At my touch, his brow unfolded and he became relaxed once again. He sighed and turned his head toward the pillow, whispering words along the way.

"I...you."

I couldn't catch anything more, but my mind automatically filled in the blank. "Want." He wanted me. He didn't love me. He never would.

I curled up next to him on the couch and gazed sightlessly at the television screen, which still flickered in front of me.

Despair filled my heart, but I knew that I would have to be content with wanting. Only want and no love. It would have to be enough.

 

I woke to find her curled next to me, asleep. Looking peaceful and innocent. I sat up slowly, trying to be gentle so I would not wake her. As my weight shifted she moved and lay back, her face pointed toward the ceiling.

She looked like an angel, so perfect and wonderful. My heart stopped beating for an instant, swelling with love for her.

I stepped off the sofa and leaned down, picking her up effortlessly in my arms. She moaned slightly as I lifted her up then settled down again.

I walked to my bedroom, turning off lights and other appliances along the way and laid her down in my bed, pulling the covers up to her chin.

I stood, looking down on her and smiled. She looked so perfect there, sleeping against my pillows and embedded in my sheets and comforter. She looked like she had come home.

I curled up next to her, finding comfort in her warmth and turned off the lights, falling back to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to find her still asleep next to me. I leaned in and kissed her face softly, waking her up to the morning.

She stretched, groaning as she did so, and slowly opened her eyes, squinting as she adjusted to the brightness in the room.

"Good morning," I said tenderly, and kissed her lips again.

"Morning," she replied, yawning. Then she promptly rolled over and snuggled back deeper into the covers.

I knew she wasn't a morning person, but this was ridiculous. I shrugged my shoulders and left the bed, leaving her there to catch a bit more sleep. She would wake eventually and I knew what would be her eye-opener.

I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker, knowing that the aroma of perking coffee would eventually lead Jen out of the bedroom and into the wide open world.

I grabbed the paper from the doorway and sat down on the kitchen table, sipping my coffee and reading over what had happened the day before in the news.

Yawning and stretching, Jen emerged from the bedroom, looking sleepily around her. I stood up and handed her a cup of coffee and led her to the table.

I looked at her while she sipped her morning shot of caffeine and realized, with a jolt, that this is what I wanted.

I wanted to wake up on Saturday with her in my bed. I wanted to cajole her along into the day with a cup of coffee. I wanted to sit with her beside me in a companionship silence.

In simple turns, I wanted a marriage.

By the start of that evening, I had convinced Jen that I wanted to repay her for her birthday surprise. We had separated early in the morning to run errands and promised to meet up again for supper.

I wanted to tell her how I felt. I had spent the day running around, planning my attack on her.

She wouldn't know what hit her.

It would be a simple affair, nothing like the elaborate seduction I had planned earlier. Just, dinner, a late walk, and three simple words. The only problem was that those words were so damn hard to say.

I rang the doorbell to Jen's apartment and waited while she finally got around to answering it.

She opened the door and motioned me in. Immediately I could see the reasons for her delay to the door. She was talking on the phone in haste and was also running around her apartment trying to find all the accessories she would need for the evening.

I leaned against the door and just chuckled at her and the look of panic on her face. Finally, she got it through to the caller that she wasn't interested, and hung up the phone.

"Sorry about that," she said, walking toward me and sliding her hands around my waist, giving me a hug.

"Not a problem," I responded, curving my arm around her waist in response, resting my cheek against her head.

I hugged her tight, reveling in the feeling of trust and completeness. We fit together so well. Why couldn't see she this? Why didn't she feel what I was feeling? What did I have to do to make it clear to her how much I loved her?

I kissed her lips softly, murmuring, "hello," against them.

She smiled at me and kissed me back. Then, she shrugged into her coat and we were on our way.

We had dinner at this little café outside of town that I knew of. The clientele weren't elaborate or wealthy, but it had a nice, homey feel to the place. The food was plentiful and the wine ran smooth.

I touched my breast-pocket briefly, feeling the ring inside. I had taken it out of the box so should wouldn't be suspicious if she felt it. And, I knew that I wouldn't ask her tonight to marry me, but I was certain that I would finally be able to tell her exactly how I felt.

The café was busy and busting with people inside. Spicy smells of Italian food wafted into our nostrils as we relaxed over dinner. Finally, after leisurely consuming a rich Italian dessert, we headed back to the car.

"How about a stroll to rid us of some of those calories?" I asked in a nonchalant manner.

She nodded readily and linked her arm in mine. We headed off away from the car into the nearby park and rose garden.

The flowers weren't in bloom, but the park was in a lovely state, even on a night like this. The nearby river only added to the ambiance.

"You know," she remarked as we walked along. "I never knew a place like this could exist, especially in the middle of the city."

"Sometimes you find things when you least expect it," I said in response, meaning to tell her at that minute while the moon was in her hair and the stars reflected in her eyes.

She turned to me and smiled. "You know, Pacey. You're absolutely right. I mean, look at us."

I wasn't sure where she was going with this, but my heart started to speed up. "Yes, us," I said and pulled her closer to me, meaning to open my mouth and shove the words out.

"Jen," I started to say and then was silenced by her next words.

"I mean, neither of us were looking for a relationship, or even companionship. But, we found each other and have been there for each other. And, I know that we aren't committed to each other or anything, so it all works out in the end."

I nearly staggered backwards as her words shattered my heart. How could she believe that she meant nothing to me? She was my entire world.

She must have noticed my silence because she stepped up to me and laid her hand on my cheek. "I do care about you, Pace," she murmured. "Very much."

"And I you," I said in return, even though my heart was breaking.

"Come here," she said and grabbed hold of my hand.

She led me to the nearby gazebo and pulled me in, taking me in her arms. She started to sway, humming a meaningless tune under her breath.

I moved along with her, laying my head against hers, trying to keep the tears in check. My world had just been dashed. My heart was broken.

Then, for some reason, I started to listen to the tune she was humming. It wasn't mindless at all.

It was a popular love song from our youth, and for some reason, the fact that she was hear, in my arms, humming that song, meant something to me. It gave me hope that there still might be a chance.

But, it wasn't something that I was going to risk tonight. Instead, I would continue to try to convince her that she couldn't live without me. I would persuade her that our lives were so intertwined that we wouldn't be complete without the other. We could go on living, but we wouldn't be whole.

I danced with her in the moonlight and soon became aroused. Whenever we danced, a spell was woven around us.

"We better go," I said, pulling away from her reluctantly.

"Why?" She asked.

Instead of giving her a verbal answer, I grabbed her hand and held it to my arousal, showing her that I wanted her again.

She smiled at me as she moved her fingers up and down my encased length. "Tell me again," she said seductively.

I groaned at the look in her eyes, knowing that I was going to succumb to the passion that was constantly around us one more time.

I pulled her up against me and slanted my lips across hers, playing with her mouth and tongue. Grabbing her hips, I aligned her softness with my erection.

She giggled softly and led me to the bench, sitting me down and straddling me. I was pleased that she was wearing a dress and ran my hands up her legs and underneath the material, sighing with pleasure as my fingers found her already aroused.

She continued to kiss my face and neck, breathing into my ear and nipping at my Adam's apple. Our breathing grew ragged as our hearts started to beat faster and faster.

My hand found her opening and I inserted my fingers inside her, applying pressure to her clit and spreading my fingers inside her slightly to apply pressure inside her also. She moaned in my ear and bit down on my earlobe.

Moving her hand between us, she played with my chest. Her touch always had a wonderful and electric effect on me. I wanted to be inside her.

I undid my belt and shoved my pants down enough to release my erection. I adjusted our clothing enough to hide our affair from any prying eyes and pushed myself slowly inside her.

Using small, almost miniscule stokes, I lifted her hips up and down slightly. I didn't want to use long thrusts, because of our clothing and the fact that we were out in the open. Instead, I used my erection and hands to apply pressure to her in order to excite her to orgasm.

After a couple minutes of this delicious torture, I circled her clit with one hand, her breast with another, and her lips with my mouth. Under these ministrations, she began to quiver all around me.

With one final thrust upward, buried to the hilt, I let myself go. My climax was so strong I thought for a minute that I was seeing stars, then realized where we were. I hugged her close to me, wrapping her legs around my side and burying my face in her hair.

"I love you," I thought to myself. "I love you."

 

We had dinner together the following weekend. Our days were so busy that we rarely saw each other during the week, but the weekends were just for us. Every minute of those wonderful few days we spent together.

Sometimes we would go out. Other times we would stay in bed the whole time, laughing and sleeping together.

It was so easy to fall into a pattern with her. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with her.

I treated her gently, with care. I knew that she needed time to adjust, and time to fall in love with me. All she need was time and gentleness.

Being gentle with her was easy…but it was slowly killing me.

There were times when I wanted to just…take her as she was standing in front of me. I wanted to rip her clothes off and feast on her luscious skin.

But, to do so would mean that I jeopardized our relationship.

Don’t ask me why I thought this way, because I knew that my logic was a bit warped. I was in love with a woman that didn’t love me back. Nothing was clear any longer.

I stood up and helped her clear the table. She started to run water and added soap to the sink, preparing to wash the dishes. I grabbed my glass of wine and just stood there, watching her.

What was it about a woman doing the dishes? There were times when I wondered if there was anything sexier.

I gulped down the remainder of the wine in my glass and stood behind her, watching her hands over her shoulders. She had such beautiful hands. And, they did wonderful things – especially to me.

I ran my hands down her arms and dropped them down to her hands, which were encased under the soap water. I held them loosely, playing with them underneath the warmth wetness. She sighed and rolled her head back onto my shoulder.

“What is it with men getting turned on by watching women do the dishes?” she asked.

“Hmm,” I replied, running my wet hands up her arms. “I think it has something to do with the vulnerability of the situation. That, and women always look sexy wet.”

She laughed and leaned back, kissing my neck. “So do men,” she said.

“Really?” I asked and turned her around to face me, placing my wet hands on her hips and back, causing imprints in the fabric.

“Yes,” she replied and struck me on the chest with wet hands. Then she leaned back and grabbed some soap foam and rubbed that into my chest also, laughing at my expression.

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” she said.

Looking at her happy expression, filled with joy, I fell more in love with her than I thought possible. I grabbed her chin roughly, gripping it with my wet fingers, and pulled her face close to mine. Then, with infinite care, I kissed her lips.

She responded in kind, kissing me back with equal care. Our heads moved in a dance of love, even though she didn’t know it. I opened her mouth with my tongue, running it around her lips until they opened gently for me. Her tongue came out and met mine.

With this simply, yet intricate, kiss, I could feel my hardness grow in size. She could feel it to, as she rubbed up against it, causing me to moan passionately.

I grabbed her hand and placed it to my erection, rubbing it up and down my length. She took initiative and unzipped me, putting her hand down my pants and gripping me. She played with the top side then, unceremoniously, shoved my pants down around my ankles.

I responded in kind by unbuttoning her jeans and cupping her round, full bottom in my hands. Then, I too, shoved down her pants and let them in a puddle around her feet. We continued to kiss repeatedly and passionately, our tongues dancing and our lips feasting upon the others.

I ran my hands up and around her sides, stopping at her hips and gripped the counter. Then, with a splash of inspiration, I thrust my hands in the soapy water and pulled them around to cup her breasts. She gasped as the water seeped through her shirt and fell upon her bare skin.

I grinned at her and kissed her neck. She, of course, had to retaliate. She grabbed the faucet and turned it on, running her hands under the flow and, cupping a bit of water, she moved forward and opened up my boxers, letting the water run down and into them.

This was getting out of hand. I kicked myself out of my pants and let them there, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. Placing her gently on the bed, I stood up and pulled off my shirt, throwing it aside. She sat up and pulled me toward her.

I pulled her down to the edge of the bed, spreading her knees so they were braced upon the wooden bedframe. I placed myself between her legs and kissed her stomach, blowing gently on her skin and causing it to pucker into little bumps.

I stripped her of her shirt and bra, leaving her clad in only her underwear. These too, I took off, running my hands down her legs in an adoring fashion as I did so.

Then, I spread her legs apart again, leaning forward and kissing the inside of her thighs. She sighed and squirmed with anticipation. I moved myself up slightly, kissing her softly and surely. Then, I settled myself directly at the apex of her legs and took a long, deep kiss, tasting her arousal.

She sighed again as I continued to tease and taste her. I could feel my arousal starting to deepen. I loved kissing her and touching her. But, more than anything else, I loved being inside her.

I leaned myself up, supporting myself on my arms, and thrust into her. Her moist folds accepted me, giving me access to her. Her inner walls gripped me surely and she squeezed her stomach muscles together, gripping me even stronger. I gasped at the sensation. She had never done that before and it felt…odd. Odd but wonderful at the same time.

I moved slowly and gently, withdrawing myself almost fully then sinking back into her an inch at a time. I pulled myself up a few inches, placing more pressure on her clit, since my arms were occupied with holding up my weight. Then, I continued to move in and out.

Her walls gripped me even tighter as I felt her begin to gently spasm around me. There was nothing like being inside her, experiencing her orgasm, knowing that I was the one who have her that pleasure. Just thinking about it aroused me. With a final thrust, I let myself climax in her.

Spent, I leaned up against the bed, being careful not to place too much weight upon her, thinking I would crush her.

I looked up and gazed into her eyes, knowing that this would be the perfect moment to say the words, to let her know exactly how I felt. Just as I opened my mouth though, the phone rang. Shrilling loudly, it interrupted the moment and spoiled it. I would have to wait another day.

The only problem was, I couldn’t wait much longer. I had to tell her the truth. I had to tell her that I loved her.

 

I walked up to my apartment, sighing. I put my key in the lock and shut the door behind me. It was getting more and more difficult to keep my feelings hidden from him.

Each time I saw him, I just wanted to blurt out the words. But, to do so would be emotional suicide. So, instead, I continued to hide my feelings and to try to find ways for him to love me. But, both plans weren’t working. I betrayed my emotions each time I saw him and he still didn’t love me, even though I was changing my attitude for him.

It wasn’t anything subtle, my attitude evolution. I just kept quiet more often and was more compliant. I wasn’t my volatile, arguing self. Even the sex had turned more sweet and slow, which wasn’t bad, per say.

But sometimes, all a girl wanted was to be ravished.

And, that is what I wanted right now. I wanted to turn back the clock and just pounce on him. But, if I did that, I would be denying my feelings and causing confusion to him. I wanted to show that I loved him. And, to jump his bones in the middle of the night, was not a sure way of doing that.

It was confusing for me too.

Should I ignore my urges and just wait for him to set up the next time we would be together? Or should I obey my own sexuality and just go to him.

Neither option was perfect, but one, for sure, would at least give me back some sanity and control.

My mind made up, I walked to my bedroom to freshen up and change. Then, I grabbed my keys and locking the door behind me, headed to his apartment.

My high heels resounded loudly on the floor as I strode purposely down the hallway toward his front door. I glanced down at my watch briefly, then opened his door, closing it behind me and locking it.

I made my way around his apartment, checking each room to see where he was. He wasn’t home yet.

So, I decided to wait.

I maneuvered one of his armchairs carefully, placing it directly in sight of the door. He would most likely be home soon.

And, I would be waiting for him.

After several minutes I finally heard a key move in the door. He was home.

I sat back, crossing my legs and leaned back in the chair, swinging my free leg back and forth. He walked in the door, looking tired and defeated. Then, he saw me sitting there.

I saw a variety of expressions fly across his face. Finally, his expression settled on happiness. He flashed me a smile and walked over to me. I watched him walk toward me and stood up, shimming my hips suggestively.

I was tired of waiting. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to take it from him. Right now.

I pressed my body next to his and kissed him deeply. I didn’t want foreplay and I didn’t need it. Using my hands, I ran the zipper of my dress down my back and stepped out of it. Underneath, I wore nothing.

I grabbed his hands and pressed them onto my breasts, moving them back and forth. He needed no further direction. Taking over, he continued to rub and play with my breasts while I attacked his shirt, unbuttoning it and tossing it aside.

He picked me up and carried me back toward the bedroom. Laying me across the bed, he leaned over me and kissed me deeply. Kissing him back, I raked my fingers up and down his back, scraping my nails against his skin.

Settling my hands on his hips, I slipped my hands down his pants and rubbed the skin. He stood up and unbuckled his pants, shoving them down and aside. Stepping out of them, he leaned back down, kissing my breasts and stomach.

I buried my hands in his hair, holding his head close to me. Then, I shimmied my body backward on the bed, pulling him down with me.

I lifted up my hips, motioning for him to take what I so readily offered him. He complied, settling himself between my legs and sinking into me.

I sighed with the sensation of him filling and stretching me. He started to move slowly, back and forth inside me. But, I wanted more.

I placed my hands on his ass and tugged hard, urging to move faster. He picked up on my cue and increased his pace.

We slapped together and with each thrust, I could feel myself moving toward rapture. I threw my head back and closed my eyes tight. Then, I pulled myself forward and kissed him deeply, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, just as my orgasm was starting.

With a muffled scream, I felt myself fall. He followed me soon after, burying his head in my shoulder, breathing deep.

We recovered, lying there sated, breathing hard.

“Welcome home,” I said, laughing. I felt so free. It was like a great weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.

He laughed with me and asked. “Do I get a welcome like that every time I come home?”

My eyes closed briefly to mask the pain in them. “Only if you’re lucky,” I answered finally.

“Well, in that case, Lindley,” he responded and rolled me over. “What do I have to do to get that lucky?”

I leaned my head upon his chest. Love me, was the automatic answer that came to my brain. Instead, I answered. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The following day, I woke to find the sun shining brightly. The night had passed quietly and without many problems.

I heaved a big sigh and realized something. I couldn’t change myself. I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. So, all bets were currently off.

I repeated that to myself. All bets were off.

In essence, I had to be truthful, both to myself and to him. And, in order to be truthful, I had to tell him exactly how I felt. And, what better day to do that, then today?

I only wished that I didn’t feel such a great overwhelming amount of fear at the thought.

Laughing ruefully to myself, I started the day.

Everything that could go wrong that day did. This, of course, didn’t improve my mood regarding my decision to tell Pacey how I felt. I just barely made it through the day alive. And, I wasn’t prepared for what greeted me when I walked in my door.

There he was, waiting for me. He smiled at me, showing traces of nervousness. I just looked at him without a smile and shoved off my shoes.

“Not to be rude or anything, but I’m really not in the mood tonight,” I said, moving back to my bedroom.

“Jen,” he cajoled, following me back to my room. “I have to tell you something.”

“What did I just say?” I asked, my voice rising in anger. “What did you not understand?”

“Please,” he said, trailing me.

“I just can’t deal with this anymore,” I stated.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone of voice starting to reveal traces of anger.

“I just can’t.” I repeated and sat myself down on the bed.

“Jen, listen to me,” he said, sitting next to me.

“No,” I responded. “You need to listen to me.”

“Fine, then. What do you need to tell me?

“I just can’t take it anymore,” I said, then paused trying to gather my thoughts.

“No, Jen. I can’t accept that.”

“Why the hell not?” I asked, my voice rising.

“Because, I can’t. Not when I was going to tell you something.”

“What in the world does your important news have to do with how I’m feeling?” I asked, stunned at his audacity.

“Will you just shut up and listen to me?”

“No, I will not,” I said, advancing toward him. “I am my own woman, and there is nothing you can do about it, except deal with it.”

He threw up his hands. “What does that have to do with it?”

“I need to tell you something,” I shouted.

“And I need to tell you something,” he shouted back at me.

“Well, get to it.”

“Will you give me a minute?”

“Spit it out.”

“You can always go if you want.”

“Fine!”

“Good!”

“I love you, damnit.”

“I love you, you stupid moron.”

We stopped and looked at each other. “What did you just say?”

 

Shock registered across his face. It probably mirrored mine. There was no way I could have heard him right. He loved me? It was only my overactive imagination creating words that I so desperately wanted to hear.

It couldn't be true.

Could it?

I tried to move and found that my legs wouldn't follow the commands my brain was sending them. I was too stunned. There was no way this could be happening. I had to be imagining it.

I looked down at my arms and noticed the goosebumps freckling the surface. It couldn't be a dream. You can't have goosebumps in a dream, can you?

I moved my face upward and gazed upon his lovely face once more. The face I could see in my dreams. The face that was forever etched on my heart.

He loved me.

He told me he loved me.

Now what?

"What did you say," I whispered, needed reassurance. My hand reached out and he caught it between his own. I looked into his wonderful eyes and saw there the love that I had desperately wanted to see for so long. And, now, there it was.

"I love you, Jen," he answered, stroking my hands.

"And, I love you," I whispered back, finding comfort and release in finally being able to say the words.

He pulled me in and hugged me close. I was so close I could feel the wild beating of his heart. Laughing, I moved my body so that I could look upon his face once more.

"I love you," I said again, still marveling at the words.

"I love you," he answered back, leaning down for a kiss.

Our lips met in a tender embrace, molding perfectly together. It was the sweetest kiss I have ever received, because I knew that there was love behind it. Not just love on my part, but the fact that we were in love with each other.

Nothing had ever felt so right in all my life.

Hugging him tight, I felt like a big weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I couldn't contain my joy.

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tight against me and kissed him deeply. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and played with his. Returning my deep kiss he made his way into the bathroom and plopped me down upon the counter, unbuttoning my shirt as I tackled his off of his chest. We looked at each other and grinned again, plastering our chest together, reveling in the feel of each other's bare flesh.

Leaning backwards, I braced myself on the counter and moved my hands toward his pants, moving to take them off in a quick, disposable manner. He helped me along, discarding them and shoving them down his legs before kicking them aside. I couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

He moved his hands to my waist and skillfully removed the remainder of my clothing. The cool marble countertop seeped into my flushed and fevered mind before his mouth attacked my neck and breasts, feasting and ravishing upon them.

Pent up desires and emotions rushed to the surface as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him tight, leaning back against the mirror for support.

I grasped the erection that was between us, feeling the warm skin warm my fingertips. He was so very hard and I grabbed hold of him loosely, cupping him between my fingers and moving my hand in a suggestive motion.

He stopped and breathed deep into my neck, sucking in air as my hand played with his arousal. He looked at me and grinned, moving back and sliding his finger in between my legs, moistening it with my desire and then inserting it into me. Using his thumb for a pressure point, he pushed upward on my clit and circled it, all the while moving his finger in and out of me.

Gasping, I shifted my body downward, resting on the edge of the counter and moving him so that he was situated fully between my legs. Pulling him closer by wrapping my legs around his waist, I urged him to come inside.

He complied, grasping my hips and thrusting deep inside me. Once he was fully inside, he looked at me, pausing.

Then, he demanded. "Say it again, Jen. Please."

My head rolled back as he slid almost all the way out of me. "I love you, Pace." Sighing with pleasure, I grabbed his head and pulled it next to mine, kissing him lightly, then saying the words once more. "I love you."

He grabbed hold of my ankles and moved my body, placing my feet around his neck so that he could get a deeper insertion. Moaning, I felt my body start to shake as I could feel every inch of his erection moving back and forth within me. And, the knowledge that this was the first time that we had said those words, I found my body not able to withstand any more sensations. I bore down, clenching my walls around him as I felt myself start to explode.

Seconds later, with a deep thrust within me, he soon followed.

He gathered me up and carried me back into the bedroom, lying me gently across the bed and covered me with blankets.

I laughed at our positions. "But, it in the middle of the afternoon," I protested weakly. "I should make dinner."

"We'll order in," he replied, smiling at me. "I'm in the mood to celebrate tonight."

Catching his drift I grinned back at him and drifted to sleep, content and blissfully happy.

 

I leaned over her and watched her sleep, marveling at the turn of events that had just occurred in the past hour. I had blurted out the words that I had longed to say for so long and she was stunned. But, she had yelled those words back at me. The world was right once more.

But, now, my thoughts turned toward the future. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman, but how was I to know whether or not she felt the same. We had never breathed one word about commitment, and I found myself shaking with fear at the thought of her turning away from me if I ever broached the topic.

Yet, I found myself coming to the realization, over and over again, that it would be better to tell her that I wanted to spend my life with her, than to keep the words bottled up inside. I had discovered that today, and I knew that I no longer wanted to hide my true feelings from her.

Yet, now, was for sleeping. There would be time later to tell her how I felt. Plenty of time.

I woke a couple hours later and looked around the room, dazed for a minute. Afternoon naps always left me a little bit disorientated, and today was no exception. I looked down at the object in my arms though and smiled once more. There she was, lying in my arms, sleeping contentedly and peacefully.

I kissed her forehead softly, causing her eyelids to flutter open and gaze into my own. "Hi," I whispered and nipped at her lips.

"Hi," she replied, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. I gazed at her naked body and marveled at the loveliness presented before me. I ducked my head and caught the tip of one breast between my teeth and gnawed on it lightly, causing it to bud and tighten in my mouth.

I had taken her quickly before, but now was a time for gentleness and caressing. Moving my body slightly, I bore the majority of my weight on one arm and kissed her softly on the lips, rubbing my hand along the side of her chest in a slow motion.

She arched again, purring like a cat in the back of her throat. Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer and deepened the kiss.

Moving downward, I rained kissed down her body, blowing my breath softly across her flesh. Sighing, she ran her hands up and down my back, urging me to continue my gentle ministrations.

Stopping at her breasts, I lavished a great deal of attention to them, playing and teasing them with my fingers and mouth. Her tips peaked with desire and tightened further when I took them in my mouth and suckled gently. Pushing her soft mounds to and fro, I positioned myself between her legs, kneeling slightly. Then, leaving her breasts, I made my way further down her body until I was situated between her legs.

I blew softly upon her mound, causing her curls to move slightly. Inhaling deeply, I smelled her arousal and felt my mouth begin to water, anticipating the taste of her. Gathering her hips in my hands, I lifted her upwards and dove in. I continued to rain kisses around her arousal, then pulled apart her folds with my thumbs and circled her clit with my tongue.

She sighed and shifted, placing her hands on her stomach and moving restlessly. I glanced at her and noted the flushed tone of her cheeks and her quickened breath. Turning my attention back to the apex of her legs, I inserted my tongue as far as it would go within her, tasting her unique flavor. I pulled her folds further apart and circled her clit with my pinkie, teasing it. First I could push hard against it, then I would relieve the pressure. Next, I would circle it quickly, then slowly, always varying my pace and motions so she was soon lost in the throes of passion.

She writhed upon the bed, pulling at my shoulders and hair, mumbling words I couldn't catch under her breath. Just as I was about to feel her walls shudder around my mouth, I surged upward and caught her lips with my own, positioning my arousal at the opening I longed to possess once more.

I thrust my hips upwards and filled her. Then, I pulled completely out and teased her clit with the head of my erection. Gasping at the sensation, she gripped my hips and pulled me toward her.

"No more teasing," she whispered, kissing me deeply.

"I agree," I replied and thrust deep within her, burying myself to the hilt. Then, slowly and surely, I continued to move within her, feeling her walls grip me tightly, pulling me deeper within her with each movement of my hips.

I felt myself start to tingle, signaling the upcoming onslaught of my orgasm. I bore downwards and into her, tightening my muscles as I let myself fly off the edge. As I spasmed inside her, I could feel her walls tighten as she climaxed around me.

I rolled over, pulling her with me until she was draped across my chest. Breathing deeply, I kissed her lips softly, and asked, "Want some dinner?"

She laughed at me and nodded, saying. "Workouts like this definitely give me an appetite."

"You stay here," I said. "I'll order."

She nodded her head and I scrambled out of the bed, walking to the kitchen. She moved to the side of the bed as I left and grabbed some clothing to cover herself with.

I took no notice of this.

But, I should have. I realize that now.

After ordering the food, I wandered back into the bedroom, carrying a bottle of wine, a couple glasses, and whistling happily. The sight that greeted me though stopped me in my tracks.

"Pacey, what's this?" she asked, holding out an object for me to see.

I almost bobbled the bottle when I saw what she held.

It was the ring box. With the wedding band that I had bought, what seemed like, ages ago.

"Jen, I…" Pausing, I leaned up against the bed and carefully placed the bottle and glasses on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Yes?" she questioned, looking at me with a confused expression.

"Jen, I have been in love with you for the longest time. I can't remember a day when I didn't love you. It's only been in the past couple months where I realized how deeply my love for you went." I paused and took a deep breath, knowing that I needed to take this final plunge into the unknown. "I was too terrified to tell you how I felt. I felt like I needed to make you love me first before I could confess how I felt about you."

She nodded slowly and with understanding. "I know," she said. "That's exactly how I felt also."

I sighed, happy that she was at least able to understand that. The next part I needed to say was much, much harder though.

I grabbed one of her hands and held it in my own, tracing a mindless pattern on her palm. "I've known that I wanted to be with you for a long time. I was just scared of what would happen if I told you."

She nodded and pressed my hand briefly, offering me reassurance.

"Jen," I said, taking a deep breath and opening the box with my free hand. "Will you marry me?"

~*~