A/N: Just got an update from Aimee, soo that means ya'll get the next part! :D Enjoy!

Kris had the most peaceful sleep she'd had in months. Years, even. When she finally did wake up, she found the sun streaming in through the window, hitting her face. She blinked and rolled onto her back, turning her head to see a bare pillow. Her smile disappeared. Where was Phil? She raised herself up a bit, looking around, but still no sign of him. She couldn't even hear anything else other than her own breathing. She lay back down and pulled the blanket up around her chin, not yet ready to give up the cozy warmth.

She thought back to the night before, and smiled. What a night! She closed her eyes and played it over and over like a movie. In her wildest dreams, she could NEVER have imagined this dream coming true. She had made love to the man of her dreams! How many girls get to do that?? And it had been amazing. It had started out a little rocky, but for her first time, she would say it was definately a 10 out of 10. She thought back to the events, how Phil had looked at her, and touched her, and fucked her. Oh my God, he had honest to goodness fucked her! She grinned like an idiot and squeed, pulling the covers up over her mouth to muffle the sound. And it had felt so good! She remembered the way he had licked and sucked her clit, getting her ready. She remembered what his fingers felt like, opening her and preparing her. She was starting to get wet again.....she let her hands trail down her body, over her breasts, caressing them for a while, then slipped them down further. She gently rubbed her pussy, making herself shiver and tingle.

She remembered how Phil had gently pulled her legs apart, making space for him to kneel between them. She spread her legs, reliving the moment. She remembered how softly he asked her if she was ready.......how soft his kisses were.

Kris's eyes were closed tight and her hands were working feverishly under the blanket. She was so lost in the moment that she didn't hear the faint footsteps.....

She remembered feeling the tip of his cock pressing against her.....she reached one hand down and placed two fingers at her pussy. She remembered how it felt when he pushed his cock inside, filling her up.....she pushed her fingers in and groaned.

Her other hand rubbed her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. Suddenly, she felt the blanket being pulled off of her. Kris opened her eyes, surprised and stopped.

"No, don't stop" said Phil softly. "I want to watch......"

Kris blushed from head to toe. It was one thing to have sex with him, but she had never had anyone watch her masturbate before. She didn't move, afraid of whether she should or not. Phil pulled the blanket all the way off , and sat back on his knees. He smiled at her.

"Please" he said. "Go on....."

Kris let her head fall back to the floor, and closed her eyes again. Maybe if she couldn't see him it would make it easier. She began to rub her clit and move her fingers in and out again. It didn't take long before she was feeling it build. Maybe being watched was a good thing afterall. She started to wonder what Phil was thinking about, watching her like this.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were glued to her hands, watching them do their thing. He was lazily stroking his cock, the sight of her clearly turning him on. Kris felt brave, and decided to add a third finger. She watched as Phil's eyes widened a bit, then he chuckled. She giggled too, and Phil looked up at her.

"You want to finish me?" she asked, in a quiet sexy voice.

"Oh yeah" replied Phil. Kris spread her legs even wider as Phil began to get up, but Phil stopped her. She looked at him, confused.

"Let's try something different" he said. Phil moved to lay down on the floor next to her. "Let's see how you like it on top".

Kris wasn't sure about it, but she got up and straddled Phil anyways. Phil lay back with his hands under his head, relaxed. Kris looked up at him, still slightly confused.

"Now it's your turn to do all the work" Phil teased. He waited a few moments, watching as Kris fumbled around, until he finally spoke again. "Just put it in, however you want it. You're in control this time".

Kris liked the sound of that. She raised up a little, and grasped Phil's cock, positioning herself over it. She held it to her pussy and guided the tip inside. Phil took a breath and held it, loving what he was seeing.

Kris was determined to do this right. The concentration on her face was showing, and Phil began to laugh. "It shouldn't be that hard!" he joked.

"Shut up" she replied, shifting again to get more comfortable. Finally, she let go of his cock, and began to lower herself down slowly. Phil stopped laughing immediately, overwhelmed by the feeling of how tight she still was. He couldn't help himself, and reached out his arms to hold her hips. Kris placed her hands over his, and looked down into his eyes as she continued to move lower. Finally, she was sitting on his thighs, his cock fully inside of her. She sat there for a while, getting used to the feeling. She was no longer a virgin, but it was still something to get used to.

"I could stay like this forever, inside of you" said Phil. Kris decided to tease him.

"Ok" she said, and just sat there.......for a long time. Neither of them spoke. Finally, Phil couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh just move, damn it!" he yelled, jokingly.

Kris laughed and raised herself up a little. She shifted her position again and then moved back down. Soon, after some awkward attempts, she got a rhythm going, and this time, SHE was fucking HIM!. For some reason, the whole thing made her feel really naughty, and she decided to see what Phil would think of HER doing the dirty talk. She looked down at him.

"You like it when I ride your cock?" she asked.

Phil looked at her, his eyes wide and a big grin on his face. "Yeah, fuck me baby".

"Oh I'm going to fuck you, don't worry" replied Kris. "I'm going to fuck that big cock so good...."

Phil changed his grip on her hips and began to slam her down as she lowered herself. He wanted her to go faster. Kris got the idea and let him do it. As much as she liked being on top, she liked it even more when Phil took charge.

Phil pulled her to his chest when he felt himself getting close. Kris liked this new position - it made it easier for her to move up and down, so she moved faster.

"Yeah....that's it....I'm gonna cummmmm...." chanted Phil.

Kris watched him, watched his face. She loved seeing him like this. He pulled her down a few more times, and then she felt him cumming deep inside of her. She kept moving, making Phil's body twitch and jerk. She was close, but hadn't cum yet. Phil held her still. She guessed that he was too sensitive and couldn't take the feeling after he had cum. She had to remember to keep that in mind for the future. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was on the bottom. He pulled out of her, and moved lower, spreading her legs apart and burying his face in her pussy. He licked her clit and fingered her, making her cum hard, screaming his name.

When they were done, they curled up again under the blanket. Kris wasn't as tired this time, and was just content to lay there, cuddling. She looked back to the window.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Almost 9am" answered Phil.

"Oh. Where were you earlier? she asked. "I woke up and you were gone".

"Oh shit!" he said, throwing the blanket off and jumping up. "I almost forgot!!" Kris sat up, wondering what was going on, as Phil ran naked out of the room. Shortly after he disappeared, Kris heard cursing and banging coming from the kitchen. Then, just as she was about to get up to see what was going on, Phil reappeared, holding a tray. He walked over to the rug and set it down, joining it on the floor.

"Well, surprise" he said, somewhat deflated. Kris looked at the tray. There was black french toast with black bacon. She had been wondering what that smell was.....

She couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn you and your awesome fucking abilities!" he joked. "You made me forget about your breakfast in bed. Well.....breakfast on rug"

Kris couldn't stop laughing. It was so sweet of him to do, yet so funny! She kissed him anyways, and thanked him. He held up the little pieces of orange.

"Well, at least the orange is still edible!" he said. He held a piece out to her and she ate it, doing the same for him. As they scraped their toast and bacon, she looked at him, thinking how lucky she was. Life couldn't get any better!

She couldn't possibly know at that time just what was in store for them in just a few short weeks............