This fan fic is intended for mature audiences only.  

Part One

Alex stood at the door, staring at the room number: 1269. How had he let Howie talk him into this? Their last conversation came back to him:

"What did you do, get me a hooker for my birthday?" Alex asked.

"Like you did for me?" Howie countered.

Alex flushed, remembering his ill-timed gift when Howie had broken up with Meghan. "No one said you had to have sex with her." His dark eyes narrowed. "You never have told me exactly what happened that night."

Howie smiled mysteriously. "Nope, never have, and never will...and she's not a hooker."

"Yes, she was...oh, you mean, this 'surprise'."

Howie grinned. "She's really someone special."

Alex froze. "Who is it, D?" he asked suspiciously.

Howie's grin broadened, but he kept silent.

Alex walked up so they were nose to nose. Who...is...it...D?"

"Let's just say I owe her a favor," he said, "and you make a great present."

"What?!?"

Howie laughed at the look on Alex's face, a combination of excitement and horror. He handed him a piece of paper. "Here's her address. Trust me, it'll be fun."

"Easy for you to say," Alex murmured, staring up at the numbers. 1269. Damn, this address was so familiar, but why? He shook his head, and shrugged. "What the hell, I'm here," he grumbled, and knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again and waited, but there was still no answer. He turned the knob. The handle turned easily, and the door opened. "Hello?" he called, stepping into the living room.

Candles flickered, but only enough to give off a soft illumination. The room was full of shadows.

"Hello, Mr. McLean," a voice called from those shadows. Alex suppressed a shudder as the husky voice rolled over him like fine liquor.

"Who are you?" he asked, trying to see into the semi-darkness.

She stepped into a pool of candlelight. She was tall with long dark hair that fell in soft waves. She wore a black lace teddy with a yellow bow between her full breasts. Long tanned legs carried her to where he stood. "I'm someone who loves you," she said softly, reaching up to caress his cheek.

Of anything he'd expected, she was the last thing he'd have thought of. They'd been emailing each other for months, ever since he'd found her fan fiction webpage, and emailed her about one of her stories. They'd written each other for about a week before he'd badgered her for a picture. Her cute face had gazed at him from his computer screen. In jeans and a t-shirt, she had been adorable.

In a black lace teddy, she was devastating.

"Tina," he said softly.

Her soft pink lips tilted up in a cat smile, and the crotch of his pants became even more uncomfortable. "Alex."

He shuddered. Damn, that voice turned him on. He had a violent need to hear her say his name when he was buried deep inside her, those long tanned legs wrapped around his hips. "Howie..."

She laid one finger across his mouth, silencing him. Then she very gently, tenderly, brushed her finger over his lips, tracing them. She lifted her gaze to his, and he drowned in the dark pools of her eyes. "Tonight," she said, "it's just you and me." She trailed her fingers across his cheek to his ear. "No Backstreet Boys," she breathed, softly tracing the shell of his ear. "Not AJ, but Alex." Her fingers lightly danced over his neck, and he groaned, shuddering.

He cupped her face in his hands, and dragged her mouth to his. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and he groaned, reveling in her sweetness.

Very gently, she pulled back. Her bare feet whispered across the carpet as she stepped away, deeper into the shadowy apartment. When he took a step forward, she raised a hand, and he stopped. "I've dreamed of this so many times, Alex," she said, her hands moving to the yellow bow between her breasts. She pulled at it, and it came undone. More flesh greeted his hungry gaze as the teddy gaped open. She shrugged her shoulders, and the straps came down. She wiggled a little, and the teddy slid off of her body to pool at her feet.

His groin felt like it was made of marble. His fingers itched to touch her. Full breasts that were made to fill his hands. Large dark nipples that made his mouth water to taste as they puckered under his gaze. Dark nest of curls concealing what his body throbbed for.

She backed up, slipping deeper into shadow. He stepped toward her, one hand outstretched in protest.

Even in the deeper shadow, her grin was unmistakable. One slim hand raised, and she crooked a finger.

He followed her. Candles lit her bedroom with a soft golden glow. Tina stood on the far side of the bed. He started to walk around the bed, but she shook her head. "Get undressed," she said. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as he watched her kneel on the bed. "Please?"

His hands fumbled at his clothes. Why the hell had he worn a jacket anyway? It was hot as hell in here. He dragged his shirt over his head, not even bothering with the buttons. His hands fell to his belt, and slacks and boxers came off next. He stood naked before her.

He watched her gaze travel over him, down then up, then back down again. His cock bobbed in response. "Like what you see?" he asked.

Her gaze flew to his face. "Very much," she said, her voice even huskier. "Do you?"

"God, yes," he said, striding over to the bed and climbing on. Tina slipped off the side. "What?" he asked, reaching for her.

Her hand dipped down to the bedside table then came back up again. A pair of handcuffs twirled around her finger. "Do you trust me?" When he hesitated, she said, "I've told you things about me that no one else knows. I trust you." She grinned. "You can use them on me...later, if you want." She walked around to his side of the bed. She ran her finger down his chest. "We talked about it, Alex, remember?"

He remembered. That email had made him hot as hell, and he wouldn't have been at all surprised to see steam rising from the computer. The woman could write. He watched her pink tongue lick her lips, and he immediately imagined her running that tongue all over his body. "Okay," he said. "How do you want me?" She grinned impishly. "Uh, let me rephrase that," he said, as she gave him a push so he lay on the bed.

"Put your arms up," she said, and he did. She cuffed first one wrist then the other to the headboard. Tina stepped away from the bed, and looked at him for a long moment.

"You're not going to just STAND there, are you?" he asked.

She grinned at him. "No," she said, "but I just needed to get a good long look." She shook her head and sighed. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you right there."

"In your bed?" he asked, grinning.

"At my mercy," she said, turning from him, and moving over to the dresser.

"What are you doing over there?" he asked.

Tina chuckled at the panic in his voice. "Nothing for you to worry about," she said.

Alex flinched when he heard a match strike, then frowned concentrating. "What's that smell?" he asked.

"Sage," she answered, setting the small clay bowl in the center of her dresser. Gray smoke twirled up, dispersing around the room.

"I like it," he decided.

"I'm happy for you," she said, turning back to him, still grinning and holding a feather in her hand.

His gaze traveled from the feather to her face back to the feather then back to her face again. "Going to do exactly what you wrote in the email, huh?"

She paused, considering. "Maybe not everything," she said, then laughed out loud when he pouted. "Have I told you yet that I love you?"

His lips turned up into a smile. "I've only seen it on the computer screen."

Tina stood next to the bed, staring down at him. Very lightly, she trailed the feather down his chest. His arms rattled the handcuffs against the headboard as he flinched. Meeting his gaze, she said softly, "I love you, Alex," then bent forward and kissed him. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away. "Not yet," she said, turning the feather in her hands. "First things first."

Still lightly, she trailed the feather over his chest, brushing his nipples over and over as they puckered in response. The feather slid up his arms, then back. Down the feather came, over first his left side, then his right. She trailed it down his chest to his belly, tracing the 69 tattoo. His cock bobbed, dripping pre-cum, but she skirted around it. Down the insides of his thighs...his calves, then slowly back up again.

Her fingers itched to touch him, so she tossed the feather aside. She started at his feet, running her fingers over his insoles. He flinched, and she stopped, slowly moving up his body. Kneeling between his spread legs, she slid her hands slowly over his legs, retracing the path the feather had gone. When she reached the tops of his thighs, he lay there, trembling. "Tina," he groaned, as she leaned over him.

She was torturing herself, too, and she couldn't resist any longer. She slid her tongue over the hot rigid length of him, and was rewarded with a moan. She looked up at him. "Can't you do better than that?" she asked, voice husky.

"Make me," he said, grinning at her, eyes heavy lidded with his arousal.

She grinned back at him. "You are not in the position to be making demands," she said, starting to rise from the bed.

"No!! Wait!!" he said, then chuckled at the grin she gave him. "You weren't going anywhere, were you?"

"As if," she snorted. "Are you done with your Nick moment now, or should I wait a little longer?"

"As you said, I'm at your mercy."

She cocked her head to the side, and looked at him. "Hmmm, yes, you are." She bent to him again, once more sliding her tongue along his rigid length. She glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip, his dark eyes shut tight. 'Oh, yeah?' she thought, then bent down again, determined to make him moan again, to make him beg. Over and over, she swirled her tongue around his cock, starting at the top then working her way down. She slipped down to his balls, sucking first one then the other into her mouth, before licking her way back to the top of his cock.

He had a white-knuckled grip on the hand-cuff chain. His eyes were still shut tight, and he was biting his bottom lip so hard, she wouldn't have been surprised to see blood. "You asked for it,' she thought. She opened her mouth over him, and took all of him into her hot, wet mouth.

His groan filled her ears. She sat back on her heels, and grinned at him. "You don't play fair," he pouted.

"Never said I did," she replied, then once more took him into her mouth. She descended, slowly taking more and more until he nudged the back of her throat. Her name was a whispered prayer on his lips as she gradually increased her pace, sucking hard on the tip, then swooping down to claim as much of him as she could.

His climax took her by surprise, but she swallowed nearly everything he gave her. When his hips sagged back down onto the bed, she sat back, and waited. When he opened his eyes, she licked her lips, and he groaned again, his eyes once more sliding shut. He felt her move off of the bed, then his arms came free, first his left then his right.

Alex's dark eyes opened to watch her drop the cuffs on the bedside table. One raven brow cocked in question. "I want to make love with you, not just to you. Will you let me?"

He grinned, and opened his arms.

She hesitated, biting her lower lip.

Funny how quickly his body could recover, he thought, heat pooling in his groin, as he looked at her. That mouth...he shuddered. He sat up. "Come here, Tina," he said.

She sat on the edge of the bed. "Alex..."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, softly, gently. Heat flared between them, and it was her turn to tremble as his tongue rimmed her lips, then slid inside to explore then ravage. Over and over his tongue plunged, intimating what he wanted to do with his body. her tongue touched his, mated with it. He pulled back to draw a ragged breath into his lungs. "Cold?" he asked, feeling her heart pound against his. She shook her head, and sought his mouth again, sliding her hands into his hair. He eased her down on the bed, covering her body with his. "You almost seem nervous or something."

"I am," she breathed into his mouth. He pulled back to look into her eyes. "I just...it's...well, I've wanted you for so long, even before we started emailing." She trailed her hands over his bare shoulders, lightly raking him with her nails. His eyes slid shut, and he arched into her touch. "And, well..."

He looked down at her, and it was her turn to drown in the dark depths of his eyes. "You talk too much," he growled into her mouth, kissing her deeply, thoroughly. His hands restlessly roamed her body, undecided about where to rest. His teeth grazed her neck. "You have no idea how you've driven me crazy," he said. He brushed her hair back, and traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. He grinned as she shuddered, turning her head aside to give him better access. His warm breath fanned her ear, "I'd sit, and read your words, and imagine what it would feel like to be with you." Slowly, he moved down her body. Her breasts rose before him, plump fruit that begged for his mouth. He obliged, taking first one hard nipple into his mouth then the other, biting gently, laving them with his tongue in apology. His mouth would work the right one, and his hand played with the other, pinching, kneading.

He moved lower, setting kisses as his hands led the way, softly gently. She arched into his every touch, his name a moan on her lips. She shuddered as his arousal rubbed across her body. Lower, over her flat belly. He dipped his tongue into her navel, then still lower, kissing her hipbone. Her legs parted at his touch, and spread wide. He smiled, then it faded as her musky scent washed over him. Her dark curls were misted with her passion. He looked up, and found her looking down at him through heavy lidded eyes. He climbed between her spread legs. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, trying to pull him up. "No, Tina, I need to taste you." And he did. As badly as he throbbed to be inside her wet heat, he needed to know her this way. His dark head bent between her legs. His fingers spread her wet nether lips. His tongue swiped over her, tasted her. Her fingers splayed in his hair, gripping, to guide him.

"Alex," she moaned, arching her hips to meet his seeking mouth. He moved slowly, following where she led, but moving at his own pace to savor the sweet taste of her. It drove her crazy, each slow swipe of his tongue over her swollen folds. His teeth nipped her clit, and she bucked into his mouth. He backed off, letting his tongue probing the depths of her. "God, Alex," she moaned, gripping his hair tighter and tighter as the heat built.

He was beyond hearing. She was everything to him. Her scent, her taste was all he knew...all he cared about. He devoured her, sucking her swollen clit into his mouth as he slid a finger into her sheath. She throbbed around him, and he added another, his mouth tormenting her.

Her head thrashed back and forth across the pillow. Close...so close. "Alex..." she arched into his mouth, begging. Three fingers filled her, plunged into her over and over as he tongue relentlessly ravaged her. She lost control, surrendering to the white blinding heat that consumed her.

Alex sat back on his heels, licking her juices off his lips. His body throbbed, hummed. He dragged his hand across his lips, wiping off the excess, and leaned over her. His fingers still wet from inside of her, he tipped her chin. Her dark eyes opened. "Love you," she breathed, opening her arms.

Something shifted inside him. "Tina," he groaned, sliding his cock into her wet sheath. "Woman, have mercy," he whispered as her inner muscles gripped him, massaged him. He shuddered, eyes shut in pleasure.

Her hands pulled him down to her. His mouth met hers, hot, hungry demanding. She tasted herself on his lips, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered but Alex, throbbing deep inside her. "Please," she begged, arching her hips, forcing him to slide deeper into her, filling her completely. She groaned as he throbbed against her cervix. "God, Alex, please, oh, please," she panted as he slowly moved back.

The intimate friction drove her hips upward and back. He kept the pace slow, sliding deep inside her only to pull almost all the way out. her hands clutched at him. Her nails scored his arms, his back. She wrapped her legs around him, dragging him even deeper. His mouth met hers. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, ravaging, devouring as her body struggled toward fulfillment. It shimmered, just out of reach.

Alex kept it that way. Master of this erotic battle, never letting her climb too far too fast. Her hands gripped his ass, slid between the well muscled cheeks to explore.

His control broke. He shuddered violently, and gripped her hips. he plunged into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her velvet walls contracted around him, milking him as he came a heartbeat later, the hot wet pulse of his climax filling her.

He collapsed on top of her. Hearts pounded, and harsh breathing filled the room. Sweat dripped off his brow, and into the crook of her neck. She clung to him. "Alex."

The soft whisper of his name drew him up onto his elbows. He looked down at her. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes. "Tina, did I..."

She chuckled, "No, you didn't hurt me." She shook her head, dark bangs clung wetly to her forehead. "It was just...you were...oh, my...wow...damn."

He grinned. "You were pretty oh-my-wow-damn yourself."

She swatted playfully at his shoulder, grinning. "You're not funny, McLean," she said, sliding her heels along the backs of his legs. He slid out of her with a wet PLOP.

Her lip twitched. He looked down at her. "Don't you dare laugh," he threatened. Her lip twitched again, and she bit it. "I'm warning you," he said, pointing one finger at her. She giggled, and both of his brows shot to his hairline. "You want to laugh?" he asked. "Let me help." He started tickling her. They rolled over the bed, laughing, each tickling the other until Tina was on top.

She leaned over him. "Give up," she gasped.

Her breasts swayed with her every breath. He leaned forward, and took one dark tip into his mouth. Breath hissed between her teeth, and he let go, grinning. "No, but you will." He flipped her onto her back.

"Now, who's at whose mercy?" He waggled his eyebrows, and grinned when she laughed. He looked around the room. "Where are those handcuffs..."

She pulled him down on top of her. Her dark brows drew down into a frown. "Alexander James McLean..."

"Ooh, my whole name. Now I'm scared," he said, dipping his head to nibble once more at her neck.

She could feel him hardening against her. "Alex," she laughed, then gasped as he bit a little harder. "Stop that! Alex, I...Oh, do that again," she said softly, as his tongue dipped into her ear.

"Like that, huh?" he breathed into her ear.

"Mmmm, I love it," she murmured, her hands roaming his body. She spread her legs wider, an open invitation.

He drew himself up onto his elbows. "I think I love you," he said.

She blinked. "What?" She shook her head to clear the passionate fog she was slipping into. "What did you say?"

He slid the head of his cock to the dripping wet core of her. "I said, I think I love you." He entered her in one thrust.

Her eyes opened wide, then shut as she shuddered. He pushed her knees back so he could fill her even more deeply. "Alex..." she tried to talk, but couldn't. His body drugged her, made her hunger for more and more as his hips drove into her.

Too soon, her mind argued.

Shut the fuck up, her body shrieked as he filled her again and again.

"Tina," he groaned, slipping one hand between their bodies to unerringly find her clit. She shuddered, her velvet walls gripping him once more as she came. Again, he pumped his seed deep into her, then collapsed on top of her.

She lay beneath him, slowly coming back to earth. His words floated across her mind, and her eyes snapped open. "Did you say that you think you love me?"

He raised himself up on his elbows with effort. "I recall saying something to that effect, yes."

With a surge of strength from God knows where, she flipped him onto his back. Straddling his hips, one hand on either side of his head, she glared at him. "What do you mean, you THINK you love me?"

Laughing, he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her down on top of him. "I love you," he said, kissing her soundly. Her hips rolled against his, and he groaned. "Can I rest first?"

"Only if I can rest here," she said, settling herself more comfortably on top of him. "And only for a little while."

"Slave driver," he chuckled, holding her close.

"Hmmm, that gives me an idea. Now, where did I put my whip?"

Part Two

 

Alex gave her a sleepy grin, and mumbled something unintelligible. She watched as Alex's eyes drifted shut. His breathing evened out, and he started to snore softly.

Asleep...the man was actually asleep. She grinned, then started to laugh softly. She ran a hand over his cheek, his lips. He sighed, his breath warm on her fingers. She sighed. If only she could fall asleep as easily. She laid back down, draped across his body.

He was here. How many times had she dreamed of this? Her lips tilted up in a smile. About a thousand? Ten thousand? She chuckled softly. She'd never forget the first time she opened up her email, and found his message waiting for her: "Loved your story, but I've got a couple of questions: have we ever met? If not, can we? Alex." That had started it all. She hadn't believed him when he said who he was. Who would, really? The Backstreet Boys reading her fan fiction? Her FAVORITE Backstreet Boy reading her fan fiction? Yeah, right.

Warm lips pressed against her neck, traveled up to her ear. "Wake up, beautiful," Alex whispered. She raised herself up onto her elbows, and looked down at him.

"I wasn't sleeping," she murmured, eyes drifting shut as his hands played with her long hair, pushing it away from her face.

"You like that," he said, sliding his hands through the long dark strands. He grinned as she shuddered. "You never told me."

"There's still alot about me you don't know," she said, rolling off to lay next to him.

"Like what?" His hands trailed down her shoulders, feather light, gentle...then traveled down to her breasts. "Are you a deranged serial killer or something?" he asked teasingly.

She couldn't help but grin. "How did you guess? But only in my spare time...the drugs are working wonders, don't you think?"

His hands paused in their exploration. His dark gaze locked with hers. "You're crazy, you know that?" he asked, kissable lips tilted in a grin.

She nodded once. "Um-hmm, and so," she kissed his left cheek, “are," she kissed his right cheek, "you," she breathed against his lips, kissing him softly. She cupped his face in her hands, and kept him there. She nibbled at his lower lip, and delighted in the shudder that raced down his spine.

His stomach growled.

She leaned back, and met his sheepish gaze. "Let me guess, you didn't have dinner before you came over."

Alex shook his head. "No, I didn't. I was too nervous."

She frowned. "Why? Didn't Howie tell you?"

"Howie only told me that he owed 'someone' a favor, and that I would make a great present."

She grinned. "Next time, you should just wear a big yellow bow...and only a yellow bow, but just for me."

"Only for you," he said, dipping his head to kiss her. His lips grazed hers, then he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. "Only you." He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth to mate with hers.

His stomach growled again.

Tina pushed at his shoulders, giggling, "Let me up, you big oaf. Let me go get you something to eat."

Alex waggled his eyebrows. "I've got an idea," he said, nibbling on her neck. She giggled, then gasped as his teeth nipped at her. He slowly moved lower and lower, his mouth trailing kisses that set fire to her skin. He cupped her breasts in his hands. One dark brow raised consideringly. "Melons?" he asked. Tina burst out laughing, but the laughter died in her throat as Alex took one nipple into his mouth. "Strawberries," he murmured, dragging her nipple between his teeth, then swirling his tongue around it in apology.

Tina gasped his name as he slid lower, dipping his tongue in her navel, then stopping at the juncture of her thighs. Heart pounding, she looked at him. "Alex?" she breathed, one hand trailing through his hair.

He grinned at her. "I love when you say my name like that," he said softly, parting her sopping wet curls. "Do it again," he commanded, dipping his head down. His tongue took one long slow swipe over her wet folds.

"Alex," she gasped, clutching at his shoulders, trembling in anticipation.

"Mmmm," he murmured, and she shuddered again as the vibration sent heat rippling through her. His name was once more a breathless sigh as his mouth explored her. His tongue found her clit, and dogged it ruthlessly before he sucked it into his mouth. Her hips arched into his mouth, and his name was a whispered prayer on her lips as his mouth worked magic on her, alternately licking then sucking. He took her clit between his teeth, and bit down gently. Tina's world exploded in a white hot inferno.

Alex climbed back up her body, grinning as he felt her heart pound. Her dark eyes opened. Still heavy lidded with her passion, she smiled up at him. His cock throbbed. "Feel better?" he asked.

Tina stretched languidly, fully aware of Alex's throbbing erection. She grinned up at him. "Much," she said. Her dark brows drew down in a mock frown. "But I think you have a problem," she said. "A rather large problem," she amended, as his hard cock throbbed against her swollen clit.

"Oh? What would that be?" he asked, rubbing his swollen cock over her hot, wet nether lips.

She pulled him down to her, and he slid about an inch into her. He shuddered as he inner muscles tugged at him, wrapping around him as he slid deeper. "Nothing that can't be remedied," she breathed, arching her hips so he filled her completely. "Alex," she groaned, the erotic friction causing her to moan his name as he filled her over and over.

Together they moved in sync. One in heart, one in mind. Over and over until they lost themselves to the malestrom of heat and light, her nails raking down his back.

Breathless, he collapsed on top of her. They lay in silence, their harsh breathing filling the room. Heart pounding, he raised himself up on his elbows, and looked down into her eyes. "Can we order in a pizza?" he asked. "Now, I'm starving!"

Tina burst out laughing. "No, we can't order a pizza...it's too late." She gave his shoulders a push. "Let me go make you something to eat."

He rolled off of her. "Oh, well, if you insist."

Giggling, Tina rose from the bed. "Well, that was difficult," she said wryly as she slipped into her blue terry robe. She left the room, the grin never leaving her face.

Alex watched her go. He folded his arms behind his head, and closed his eyes. His lips turned up in a grin. Tina was more than he'd ever expected. They'd had fun doing the email thing. She was smart and funny. He felt he could tell her anything. He chuckled. He just about did. She was so very easy to talk to. He had no idea how much time he'd spent in front of the computer staring at her face. That mouth...he sighed. She had this way of taking him into her mouth that just drove him insane. And those nails..he shuddered, remembering how she'd ran them over his body, down his back.

"You'd better be thinking of me, boyo," Tina said, setting down the tray she carried, grinning at his obvious arousal.

His dark eyes flashed open, and watched as she slid the covers off two plates. His eyes riveted to her hands. Those nails...

"I hope you don't mind that I had to nuke it all in the microwave. I figured I'd have a bite to eat, too." Her words ended in a small shriek as he pulled her down onto the bed, onto his lap. "Alex, I thought you were..."

His mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging inside to taste, to tease. "It can wait," he said. He pulled open her robe, sliding his hands inside. Her breasts filled his hands. Her head fell back with a soft moan as he teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers before he leaned forward and took one hard peak between his teeth, gently nipping her.

"Alex," she breathed, her hands sliding into his hair as his mouth went back and forth from one hard nipple to the other. His hands slid around to her back, stroking down her spine. She arched into his touch.

He rolled her beneath him, her robe spread wide. Once more his mouth claimed hers, devouring, as his hands roamed her body. Every touch stoked the flames higher. With one knee, he parted her legs. With one thrust, he slid deep within her. He shuddered and froze as her velvet walls contracted around him. Holding himself still, he tipped her chin. Her eyes opened. "I love you, Tina," he said softly, knowing even as he said the words that they were true. Her eyes widened, but Alex didn't give her a chance to think. His mouth came down on hers as he moved within her. She groaned into his mouth. They moved as one, hearts pounding against each other.

"Love you, Alex," she panted, her hands sliding over his chest to his back. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tilting her pelvis higher. Her nails raked down his back, and he moaned into her mouth, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. She scored her nails over his ass, and his thrusts grew harder and faster. He pulled back, meaning to slide almost completely out of her, but pulled all the way out. He thrust forward before he could stop himself.

Tina cried out in pain, and he froze. "God, I'm sorry," he breathed, face buried in her neck.

"I'm okay," she panted, feeling his cock throbbing against her anus. "Alex?" He pulled back and looked at her. "Take me back there."

His dark eyes widened. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "I don't want to hurt you again," he said.

She cradled his cheek in the palm of her hand. "I wasn't expecting it then, but I'm okay now." She pulled his face down for a kiss. "Please?" she breathed against his lips.

Already wet from being inside her, Alex pressed against her opening, slowly fighting through her ring of muscle. She sucked in her breath, and he stopped mid-way. "You okay?" he asked in a husky voice.

"God, yes," she groaned, forcing herself to relax to make it easier for him. "Don't stop."

"I don't think I can," he groaned, sliding all the way into her as she relaxed completely. He shuddered. "God, Tina," he breathed, and started moving within her. Gradually his pace increased. "Oh, Jesus, Tina, you feel so damned good." She ran her hands over his back, clutching at him as her pleasure grew and his thrusts deepened. Over and over he pounded into her, past that ring of muscle that drove him insane. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, Alex slid one hand between them, and found her clit, pinching it. She shuddered, surrendering to the light and heat that enveloped her. Alex thrust deep one final time, filling her with his seed.

Tina held him close. Their hearts pounded against each other as they slowly came down from their passion. As she slowly got her breath back, Tina said, "You had me worried for a minute there."

Alex leaned back to look into her eyes. "Why?"

"Well, I was waiting for you to start naming the saints and angels, too. I mean you were calling out to God and all."

He buried his face in her neck as he laughed. Into her ear, he whispered, "I love you."

Holding him close, she whispered back, "I love you, too, Alex." She hugged him tight. "I love you, too."

The End

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