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Well just some one-shots of situations I imagine them in…getting it on ;). I hope you enjoy. Purely naughty M rate so if you can't handle the heat, stay away ;)

Night of the storm

Amanda lay, her head on the pillow, the storm raging outside but unlike the storm raging within her. She could feel him behind her, his body feeling so strong behind her, his large hand just sitting there on her waist not moving. She had agreed that he lay on the bed with her, his presence calming her, making her feel safe from the shadow that was Ripley, constantly ripping through her dreams.

She could tell his was awake just like she was, his breaths were calm and she wondered what he was thinking about. She wanted so much to turn around, to ask him but she was scared of the answer. She wasn't ready for what he had been hinting, what they had been moving toward since they first met, and yet his presence, his touch was lighting a fire deep in her that she couldn't extinguish, a fire that was growing as the seconds ticked by.

She felt him shift ever so slightly and his body was almost flush against hers. While shifted, his hand slid and it was laying directly over her stomach, heat radiating from his warm large hand. As if that was not enough, he began moving his thumb slowly, up and down, the small movement causing sensations to travel around her body. She drew back her breath.

His other fingers soon joined in, caressing her ever so gently, moving slightly and this time she couldn't contain the sigh that passed through her lips. What was he doing to her? How can such a small touch make her feel this way? Make her feel like she was drowning in lust? She could have halted his hand with hers, stopped this onslaught but she didn't and it seemed her lack of negative response gave him more confidence, his touch becoming more precise, more pronounced.

Billy could feel her breathing turn erratic as she responded to her touch and it turned him on even more. Her little sighs, the way she tried to stifle her moans…he knew he should stop but his hand seemed to have a mind of it's own. He couldn't stop touching her. He had wanted to touch her since he got to know her, he wanted her, he had made that no secret but this was not the right time. She had just had a nightmare. There was Ripley. There was Victoria. Still he touched her, he moved even closer to her. His lips moved to her neck, smelling her sweet scent, breathing her in, nuzzling her with his nose while his hand played with the hem of her white tank top then barely touched her smooth skin.

Amanda couldn't hold back the shudder that went through her body against the double assault. His hot breath on her ear then the feel of his lips on her neck and his fingers caressing the skin on her waist. It felt so good she couldn't help but moan and open her neck for his lips to gain more access. His hands slid under her top and began traveling up to the base of her breasts down to the hem of her pants. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight under her bra as they craved his touch. Unable to stop herself she held his hand.

Billy froze, thinking he had crossed a line, that she wanted them to stop then let out a growl when she placed his hand on top of her breast. He instinctively squeezed the soft flesh relishing in the moan she released calling out his name ever so softly. Wanting to see her, to look into her eyes, he shifted them so that she was facing him. Her eyes were darker probably matching his own, lowered to half mast, her pulse racing and she looked absolutely beautiful. Leaning in he captured her lips in a kiss.

Amanda moaned at the intensity of the kiss, at the feel of his lips on her, of his tongue tangling with hers, of how sweet he tasted. Just as she had imagined. His hands gripped her tighter trailing down her waist, up to her breasts, while the other caressed her back and she couldn't help buck into his erections straining his pants and it made her moan with want. How could just a touch, a kiss make her this wet? God she wanted him, she needed him.

She shifted them till she was on top of him. She shrugged off her grey cashmere bolero leaving her in her tank top. She took a brief moment to look at him, to take him in, to catalogue his handsome face before she leaned in and kissed him passionately. She moaned when Billy sat up with her straddling him and his hands went to the hem of her tank top. She parted from briefly and raised her hands taking it off leaving her in a black lace bra. Her hands began working on the buttons of his shirt which he too shrugged off.

"You are so beautiful." Husked Billy taking her in, her smooth gorgeous skin, her breasts looking delicious encased in the bra, her hair a silk black curtain falling to her back. He pulled her down and kissed her before he flipped them so he was on top. He looked at her wanting to make sure she was ok with what was happening before he kissed her lips, down her cheeks to her neck;

Amanda couldn't help the gasps that escaped her as his lips, tongue and fingers trailed down her body from her lips, her sensitive neck, her collar bone, down to her breasts. She raised slightly and he removed her bra that had suddenly felt so heavy and she had wanted it off. She cried out when his lips took one nipple in his mouth while his fingers played with the other. "Oh God…" she moaned. She had never been so turned on, so wet before. She didn't know how much more she could take.

Billy's erection throbbed at the way she was arching her body and responding to his touch. He wanted to just rip off her clothes and take her right then but he wanted to take his time, to get to know her body, to make her feel good. Maybe this was the last time he would get to do this and he had to make it count. His finger still on her nipple, toying with it, his lips trailed lower, kissing her stomach feeling it tremble slightly, his tongue dipping in her belly button feeling her cry out, her hand gripping his shoulder. He trailed even lower to the hem of her pants and her black lace panties. He kissed her there, feeling her buck and sigh before he took them off.

Amanda was already breathless, already tethering on the edge of an orgasm and she wanted him so bad. Her eyes widened when she saw what he was about to do. "Billy…" she said then cried out when he kissed her right there. Moments later, his tongue and fingers joined on the onslaught, his fingers slipping inside her, his tongue flipping through her clit. She was on a sensory overload and she could only moan, cry out and shudder as he brought her closer and closer before she shattered.

Billy wanting to see her, he got up his fingers still pistoning inside her warm tight channel and when she did come, he was stunned. He watched in amazement as her whole body froze for a moment, her back arched, her mouth open slightly, nipples tight and pointy eyes closed then she shuddered, her whole body trembling, goose bumps forming on her skin while she muttered incoherently. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He couldn't hold on. He wanted her. Quickly he took off his pants and entered her.

Amanda cried out when she felt him, so big filling her up, touching on places no one else had. He gripped his shoulders, pulling him down for a passionate kiss, her legs wrapping around his hips as she met his movement, in and out, sensations coursing through her. She had just orgasmed and yet she felt on her way to another one.
"Feels so good…Oh…Oh…" she moaned out and when he hit a particular spot in her, white spots filled her eyes as she came again, crying out his name, gripping him tighter against her.

When he felt her squeeze him and flutter around him, he couldn't hold on and he released growling out her name. They lay like that, in each other's arms as they tried to regulate their breathing then they stared at each other. No words were said. They knew there would be a lot to talk about in the light of day but now, they were in a bubble they had created.

Well we end here.

Want to see them in the gym? Go to the next chapter.

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