Suddenly, you hear loud chattering and then chanting.

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

"Happy New Year I guess." he mutters sardonically. You shrug. Suddenly, his eyes are boring into yours intensely.

2...

1!!!!!!

It is then that he crashes his lips onto yours -not at all softly. He is pushing his body up against yours, up against the wall. You see fireworks in the corner of your eye go off in the distance, most likely across town.

How is it that after all of the pain and misunderstanding, that you could feel this...this want?

You gasp against his lips, the realization of two things hitting you.

For one, that he is kissing you. And two, it is New Year. A whole new year. For new mistakes, regrets, new wishes, new hopes, new happiness, new...pleasure. And Shane. Shane was your pleasure. Just as you felt him grab your waist and lift you to where your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, connecting your pelvis to his, and once you felt him press against you and harshly move his hips to make you feel him more, you were lost. So lost.

"Shane-" you gasp as he gyrates against you harshly. His lips attack your neck with such intensity, it makes your whole body overheat. It was then that you realized you weren't exactly wearing the proper undergartments for a heated make out session.

Considering under your New Years dress, you weren't wearing any at all.

You gasp even louder as he grinds against your bare clit, his jeans pressing up against your skin. You look down-as much as you are able to, due to the fact that Shane is biting and sucking your neck- to see that he is wearing blue jeans. And blue jeans don't go well with wetness.

As he presses you against the wall more firmly, you feel his hands grazing your waist through the silk of your dress. "Shane-" you try to warn him as his hand travels lower and lower. He doesn't know how uncovered you are at the moment.

It is then that you curse your Washer maching for short circuting and leaving you without a clean pair of panties.

As his hand goes to brush your "underwear," you feel him tense as his fingers brush your wetness instead. You shudder, burying your face in his neck as he holds your body against the wall. "Oh, honey." he groans against the skin of your neck, causing you to tremble harshly. And yet, he still doesn't remove his hand. You take short hard breaths as his fingers lightly trace your swolen nub, falling into a faster, more rhythmic pattern. "Shane." you hiss, squeezing into his shoulder blades. He just nibbles on your ear instead, releasing one of your legs so that only one is wrapped around his waist while the other is holding you up. He presses his entire body against yours, rubbing against you faster and harder. You squeak slightly as you take deep breaths, not wanting to alert anyone inside of your current actions. "Happy New Year baby." he whispers, making your whole body shake. "I feel as if you deserve a present." he continues in the same erotic, husky whisper. "You-don't-have-to-" you pant in response. He just continues to invade your most precious area, tempting you to grind your hips against his hand. You restrain yourself. "How else could you forgive such an idiotic fool?" he muses, sliding his other hand down your back, pulling your stomach against his. Your stomach continues to blaze with such intensity that you feel like you are about to collapse. "Tell him to buy flowers." you hiss, throwing your head back. You hear him chuckle breathlessly. "Flowers." he chuckles. "As if flowers compare to this." he purrs, making you lose your mind. So you just repeat yourself. "Shane." He laughs again, lifting you up again.

He starts walking across the street, causing you to look over to see his Corvette with black tinted windows. "Shane, my family is inside-" you pant until he just starts teasing your folds again, unlocking the car and climbing over you into the back seat. He pressed his stomach against yours as you both layed down. "Tinted windows, honey. I am going to make it up to you. I made a mistake-"

"And you think this is going to fix it?" you find yourself whispering, almost regretting it as soon as it leaves your lips. He shakes his head. "This is just one bit of my apology, baby. Relax." he soothes. You breathe again as he starts leaving heated kisses along your neck, pulling your silk dress up your belly. He looks down and bites his lip seductively. "Sweet Jesus." he hisses, closing his eyes. He lowers his face to your abdomen and starts kissing downward, making your breathing hitch. He had never touched you in this way. During your first time, it was just heavy petting above the clothes and grinding. Then it went right to the sex slowly after that.

He brushes his lips down your stomach slowly, getting you more and more excited. You take a slow, deep breath as you feel one of his hands graze your now bareh hip. You gasp his name quietly, and you can tell you are feeding his ego by the way he smirks and lowers his lips to your mound. You hear him groan. "You smell so good." he whispers huskily, making you shudder. He gently brushes his lips across your clit to see how you would react. You feel your whole body jerk invoulentarily. He smiles at you again, holding your hips down against the soft seats of his car. He kisses your clit again, making you squirm. "Shane." you whisper again. "Yes?" he asks casually, looking back up at you. "Do you want me to stop baby?" it seems as if he is taunting you. You consider his offer, realizing that your parents are in the house across the street. You see his face become serious as you shake your head, unsure of why, but knowing you want him to continue. "Keep going." you whisper, sounding more confident than you actually feel. You aren't experienced at this. You know that he isn't either, but he is still out to please you.

And you want him to.

You missed his touch.

He nods, causing his nose to brush your clit. You take another deep breath. Your eyes widen and your head roughly shoots back against the seat as you feel his tongue softly dig into your nub. You feel one of his long, slender fingers trace up your centre, slicking it with your wetness before it slowly slides inside of you, his tongue never haulting pleasing your clit. "Shane." you murmur over and over again. The sensation is absolutely incredible. You feel as if your heart is going to explode out of your stomach. He slowly starts to add another finger inside of you, pumping them in and out.

Over.

And over.

You grind your teeth and let your eyes close as he starts attacking you. Biting. Sucking, licking. Fingering. You feel your stomach tighten as you are getting closer and closer to the edge. "Shane-" you moan erotically as you feel your climax taking over. As he is doing these things to you, you hear the metallic sound of a zipper sliding down before the sound of his pants going down as well. And just like that, your heart rate increases again. He removes his tongue from you and momentarily stops penetrating you with his fingers. You feel his cock slowly start to fill you up, his hands digging into the fabric of the seats on each side of your hips to stay balanced. "Shane-" you squeak as you feel him stretching you out comfortably, his hips coming to a halt up against yours, fully letting you appreciate and accomodate his size.

And all you can think about is how gifted he is in that area.

And to think that you were the first woman to ever know that.

The thought made you feel warm inside. As stupid as it sounds to you.

He hangs his head down once he is completely inside of you, the tips of his hair tickling your belly. His hot breath creeps along your skin, making your stomach churn and ache with want. You slide your hands up his tan, muscular shoulders, resting them atop. You notice him shiver beneath your touch.

And you couldn't feel more satisfied that you were the reason why. And the gasp to erupt from his mouth makes you breathe hard. He slowly pulls out of you, before thrusting back in at the same pace. You slowly start to move your hips with his, the two of you falling into a pattern. "Yes." he grunts against your neck. "Mitchie." he pants. You tighten your jaw as he breathes hard against you. Your hands slide up his shoulders to his hair, gripping almost tightly.

"I love you." he grunts, continuing to penetrate you soft but erotically. "Prove it, Shane. Faster." you gasp. He obeys almost instantly, letting you know that he is going to do whatever it takes to prove it to you. To gain back your trust. To earn your forgiveness. You hold in a squeal as you feel one of his hands travel in between your two bodies to softly rubbing against your clit. "Shane-" you gasp for about the hunderedth time. His lips press down against yours, his heavy breathing entering your mouth, mixing with yours beautifully.

You find it all so intoxicating.

The heavy breathing. The panting. The thrusting. The fondling.

So intoxicating that it sends you completely over the edge. "Shane!" you moan, causing his thrusts to become harder and more to the point. As you finish through your first orgasm, he continues to thrust inside of you, letting you know that he will only stop when you say so.

That he will please you no matter what.

You feel him twitching inside of you, him reaching his second climax of the night as well.

When you two finally come to a stop, he has already taken off his shirt, and your dress, leaving you both completely nude in the back of his Corvette. He grabs you by the waist, flipping you both over so that you were laying on top of him. "I love you too." you pant. He just smiles sweetly at you, capturing your lips in another kiss.

"And as for the forgiveness?" he muses. You shrug, resting your cheek and palm against his chest. "You're getting there." you tease. And you are aware that he knows he is forgiven.

Because he isn't with her tonight. He is with you.

2010 has already been a great year for you.

And you haven't even started this ride yet.