AN: A challenge was issued by Queen of Kaos and Vera Roberts on their website. This is my submission to that challenge.

SONGSHOT: SOS

OBVIOUSLY MATURE SUBJECT MATTER

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They'd been dating secretly for six months. He was a high profile professional wrestler billed as a single guy and one of People magazine's 50 Most Beautiful People. She was just an average girl. Sure she had the measurements of Barbie, 36-24-34, but she considered herself to be cute or pretty. Not stunning or beautiful like the women he worked with everyday.

She knew she was lucky to have met him and she was lucky to be his sole thought on a personal level. She thanked God everyday for him and blessing her life. He still got her emotions stirred each time he walked into her condo. He'd be back tonight from his latest road trip and she was counting the minutes until he walked through her door. She sat on the couch looking at the photo of the two of them on the side table.

I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up
And I'm aggressive just one thought of close enough
You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue
'Cause every moment gone you know I miss you

Her phone rang and his ring tone blared through the room. Her neighbors could probably hear it but she didn't care, she never wanted to miss a call from him. "Have you eaten?" He asked as he loaded into his Jeep Wrangler at the airport. He of course, knew the answer, she always waited for him. He grabbed some deli sandwiches and raced to see her. Deli was always the meal of choice when he first arrived because it could wait while he made love to her. Okay, in all honesty, he was going to fuck her right in the entry, they could make love later.

I'm the question and you're of course the answer
Just hold me close boy 'cause I'm your tiny dancer
You make me shaken up, never mistaken
But I can't control myself, got me calling out for help

He pulled into her driveway and she bolted out jumping into his arms. Luggage was always a second thought and as usual, the sandwiches were forgotten for now. He'd come back for them later. Her legs wrapped around him, those firm and full breasts pressing into his chest, her tongue dancing with his, it's a wonder he didn't pass out from the sudden rush of blood from his brain to his dick. He carried her inside and kicked the door closed behind them.

S.O.S. please someone help me.
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard,
I can't take it, see it don't feel right
S.O.S. please someone help me
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard
You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night

How did he survive without her? Three to four days a week without this body, without her friendship, without her laughter, it was pure hell. He always swore he'd never let a woman control his every waking thought, but she bore right through to his soul. It was torture for them both to be separated. How did he lose focus? His goals for the immediate future were to focus on his career. When did he lose that focus? Oh yeah, that fateful day of the radio interview.

He walked into the radio station to promote his movie and of course the WWE being in town. He knew the morning show was hosted by Mike and Ronnie. Two guys right? Wrong. Mike was a portly dude with a goatee and husky voice. Ronnie was a hot blooded female built like no tomorrow. She wore typical behind the scenes, nobody's going to see me radio attire, but on her he fought to stand upright and not fall to his knees in worship. Mike greeted him first and welcomed him to Miami. "John Cena." He said putting his hand out to shake hers. "Nice to meet you, John. Ronica Moretti, Ronnie to the world." I sound like an idiot.

This time please someone come and rescue me
'Cause you on my mind, it's got me losing it
I'm lost, you got me looking for the rest of me,
Got the best of me, so now I'm losing it

They'd dated for a few months before being intimate, but once they'd taken that step, she transformed from shy girl to nymphomaniac. Not that he was complaining, she did the same to him. His brain cleared of everything but the woman wrapped around him pressing her body to his, begging for him to take her. He slammed her back into the front door and removed her tank top. A groan escaped him at the mere sight of her sun colored caramel skin, no tan lines to distract his view. A few nibbles and tongue swirls on her nipples and she was arching against him.

Just your presence and I second guess my sanity
Yes it's a lesson, it's unfair, you stole my vanity
My tummy's up in knots so when I see you I get so hot
My common sense is out the door, can't seem to find the lock
Take on me (uh huh) you know inside you feel it right
Take me on I'm put desire up in your arms tonight
I'm out with you, you got me head over heels
Boy you keep me hanging on the way you make me feel

She wore a skirt for this reason right here. No panties and easy access. He moved the fabric to her waist and removed his shorts as he held her with one arm. Her sex laden whispers urging him to hurry, her moist mouth teasing his lips, he was going to spill before they got anywhere. Her arms went above her head and her hands pressed against the door as she looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. Simultaneous moans as he plunged into her finally sent chills across her skin.

S.O.S. please someone help me.

She bucked against him as he drove into her, plunging himself as deep as he could. She always felt so tight, each and every time, so warm. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing full tilt back into her, her screams and cries sending him skyward. He fought his release, she ran straight to hers. His mouth and hands biting, nibbling, digging, gripping, stroking, this one man knew her and all she needed. Grinding and rotating her hips, her groans turned to high pitched squeals as her orgasm drew closer and closer. His teeth scraped her nipples and his fingers rubbed her to dizzying heights.

Boy, you know you got me feeling open
And boy, your loves enough with words unspoken
I said boy I'm telling you, you got me open
I don't know what to do it's true
I'm going crazy over you,
I'm begging

He pushed and pushed as her climax rocketed through her body and he fought again and again not to spill into her. He needed more. As she floated down he put her on her feet and pulled out. He put her hands on the entry table and pulled her hips back making her take a few steps in reverse. "Watch me." He said into her ear as he entered her from behind. She looked into the mirror hanging in front of them and felt another orgasm build. They kept their eyes on eachother as he gave and took, pushed and pulled.

S.O.S. please somebody help me
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard (are you making this hard for me, baby?),
You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night

Each time they made love, fucked or had sex, he dug a deeper hole in her heart. She loved him more and more. It wasn't meaningless or purely physical. It was a primal need to connect and reconnect, to bond and forge an attachment emotionally and physically. Her green eyes that told him everything, long thick brunette hair he could wrap his hands in, sun kissed skin begging to be touched, perfection to him. As he watched her expressions change with each thrust, his body strained, muscles flexed, orgasms clinging to the edge of freedom.

This time please someone come and rescue me (someone rescue me)
'Cause you on my mind, it's got me losing it
I'm lost, you got me lookin' for the rest of me
Love is testing me but still I'm losing it

His movements became hurried and by her white knuckles and fingers gripping the table he knew she was coming again. He felt her grip and release him and pull him with her as they both exploded together. Watching his body gain pleasure from hers and the way his muscles tightened when he sank into her time and time again, his voice giving away his animalistic rapture never failed to give her her own primitive sensations. She couldn't get enough of this naturally sexual man. His body could do wonders for her just by sight alone. His voice on the phone gave her countless self inflicted orgasms. He was perfection to her.

As his body shook and tried to collapse, he kissed her back and nuzzled her neck. She reached behind her and held him as best she could. She stroked his thighs and hips and took a deep contented breath. She still watched him in the mirror and smiled. When he took his own deep breath he smiled back as he met her eyes. "Hi." She whispered and he smiled bigger.

"Hi, baby." He said and turned her to hold her close.