She felt nervous as she waited. Yoby had gone down without a lot of trouble, in spite of his crankiness earlier in the day. She had straightened up a little, throwing toys in baskets, straightening books, fluffing up pillows. She'd changed the sheets on her bed and put away the stray clothes lying around her bedroom. She put fresh towels in the bathroom and then added a spare toothbrush. She'd changed her clothes 3 times, standing in front of the mirror each time to be sure she didn't look too slutty or show too much cleavage or look too dowdy. It was important to her that not every encounter just be sex. For so many different reasons. She had butterflies in her stomach and her mouth felt dry. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:45. She wondered if she should have gotten some kind of appetizer, but it was too late. Then she started to worry about whether he would actually come. It seemed crazy to do this.

The knock on the front door startled her. Her heart was racing. She walked to the door and looked out through the peephole. He was standing there and she breathed in before unlocking and opening the door. "Hey," she said, with a smile, hoping she didn't sound as nervous as she felt.

"Hey." She stood back so he could enter and she noticed he had a small duffle bag and a paper bag. He held up the duffle bag. "A change of clothes" – and then the paper bag – "and a bottle of whiskey." He grinned. "I thought about a bottle of wine but then I changed my mind and decided I'd bring a bottle of one of my favorites."

She took the paper bag from him. "I can't wait to try it," she said. He leaned in, putting his hand on her back and kissed her once, then twice. She nodded towards the bottom of the stairs. "You can put your clothes there." He set the duffle down, then took the whiskey back.

"How about I pour us a glass?"

"Sounds good." She led him into the kitchen and showed him where the glasses were. He took 2 and poured them each a healthy amount. Then he gave her one glass and took the other.

He took a sip. "It's Booker's, one of my favorites."

She took a sip. "It is good. Thanks for bringing it." She walked towards the den and sat on the couch. He sat beside her and put an arm on the back of the couch, behind her head. She was already feeling tingly. And nervous. In fact, she felt a little bit like she was a teenager on her first date. She wondered how Chip felt. She turned towards him. "Crazy day today, huh?" She took another sip of the whiskey, her eyes focused on the rich brown liquid. Oh my God, I'm an idiot.

He laughed, nervously she thought. "Yeah, you could say that." He cleared his throat. "Hope it looks as good as it felt."

Her chest was burning. All she could think about was being in his apartment. "Um..."

"The scene," he said quickly. "I mean, the scene."

She nodded, much too long and too fast. Like a fucking bobblehead. "Of course. I'm sure it was fine."

He put his glass down on the coffee table and then took hers from her hand and set it next to his. For half a second she thought about whether she really needed coasters on the table. But he had slid closer to her, put his hand on her arm and the other hand cupped her cheek, his fingers threaded into her hair. "It was more than fine. It was hot." Then he pressed his lips to hers, kneading them gently until she opened her mouth. His tongue slid in between her lips and engaged her own in a very languid, intoxicating way. Her hands just fell onto his thighs as she leaned in closer, letting herself get caught up in the feel of his mouth and tongue.

This is heaven, she thought. Then he moved his hands to put her on her back. She laughed and he smiled down on her face. She slid her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. He pushed her hair back and let his lips brush hers. She was starting to think maybe they needed to move things to her bedroom. She moaned a little and then she felt something that seemed like a vibration. He pulled his lips from hers and frowned. He sat back and she propped herself on her elbows. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Suddenly her mouth felt dry. "You need to take that?" she said softly.

He looked conflicted and closed his eyes for a second. "Yeah, I guess," he said. He got up from the couch and headed for the back door. "Hey, what's up?" He opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind him.

She sat up, breathing in, then out. She was sure it was his wife. Which, of course, brought all this back to the beginning. He wasn't her man, he was someone else's. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. She got up and, picking up the glasses, walked into the kitchen. She put both glasses into the sink and then stood at the counter, her hands gripping the edge, wanting to cry but reminding herself she had no right.

She sat on the couch. She paced. She walked upstairs to check on Yoby. She didn't want to check the clock to know how long it had been. She looked out the sidelight window just to check if his car was still there. It was. She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about it. She felt sick to her stomach. As she stood there, she heard her back door open and she turned to head back towards the kitchen. He looked at her with what she thought was a mix of guilt and sadness.

"I'm sorry about that," he said.

"It's okay," she said, although it truly was not.

He breathed in and rubbed his face with his hands. "No, it's not," he said. He hooked one finger in his back pocket. "I can leave, if you want."

If I want? I don't understand. "You don't need to?"

"I don't. But I'd understand if you'd rather I did." He swallowed. "I'd like to explain though."

She frowned. "Explain what?"

"Can we sit?" She nodded, then led the way to the kitchen, hopping up on one of the stools. She didn't trust herself on the couch. He took a stool next to her and leaned forward over the counter. "It's complicated," he said.

She wasn't really sure what that meant, since they'd already had that conversation, or so she thought. "Not a news flash."

A little smile briefly crossed his face. "No, you're right. It's not." He looked straight ahead. "I promise that won't happen again. Some things are not in my control, but that is." He turned his head to look at her, then sighed. "I want to be here, Connie," he said, looking very earnest. "I want to be with you. I have no idea what anything looks like after today, but I want to see what it could be." He breathed in, then out. "The problem, of course, is that it makes life complicated for us." He sat up and swiveled on the stool to face her. "I'm all in. But I don't want to make that call for you. It will be messy, I'm pretty sure of that, because there's feelings involved. I have kids, you have a kid, and maybe at some point this touches them. Or maybe because of them we make different choices in the future." He paused, looking like he was considering his words. "I can only speak for me, but I think that if we don't give this a chance, we miss out on something beautiful." She got a lump in her throat. I can't argue with that. "If it gets too hard or too messy or too anything, we stop. Either one of us can stop it. No questions asked, no drama." He smiled a little. "We'll leave the drama for on set." She couldn't help smiling back. "If you tell me to leave right now, I'll do it. All you have to do is say that's what you want."

She rolled that over in her head. She'd asked him to come. It was in the aftermath of sex, of course, which meant emotions, as well as body parts, were raw. It was like they were in a bubble, a hazy bubble of desire and need. Crazier things had happened in moments like those. This was her golden opportunity. That hazy bubble had popped, as surely as if the vibrating phone had been a knife. If she didn't want to go further, all she had to do was say the word. "It's not what I want," she heard herself say.

He smiled a little tentatively and took her hand. "You're sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah. But maybe, tonight, we let ourselves just be beside each other. Walk it back a step or two. Not put a lot of pressure on things."

He frowned a little. "You do want me to go?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm just saying that we let ourselves be together without...everything else. Because that can't be all there is."

"It's not. But okay. We'll do that." He was still holding her hand and she felt her heart speed up a little. His skin was warm, his fingers had that slight callousy feel from playing guitar, and the pressure was just right. He looked at her intently. "Are you scared?" he asked.

She thought about that, then shook her head. "No, I don't think so. It's just, I don't know, confusing, somehow."

He reached out with his other hand and gently grazed her cheek with his thumb. "I'll just hold you all night, if that's what you want. Or just lay next to each other. Whatever you want."

She nodded. "Okay."

"So, you want to finish our drink?"

"I don't think so. I'm really tired and I know you have an early call tomorrow."

He smiled. "Okay. Then you have the lead."

That felt okay to her. She let go of his hand and slid off the stool. He stood up. She took his hand again and then led him past the den and down a hallway to her bedroom. She liked the room, in the back of the house, overlooking the lush backyard. The bed was really comfortable and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to make love to him in that bed. But she thought maybe the right thing to do was to take it a little slower. They'd been hot from the start, so maybe they needed to see how they were in a lower key.

He pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her, tucking his face into her neck. "I don't want to mess this up," he whispered.

She leaned back into him for a moment, then pulled free. She smiled back at him. "Me either." She pointed towards the closet. "I'm going to go change." He nodded and kissed her on the cheek. She headed for the closet, a smile on her lips.

She took her time changing into what she considered an appropriate t-shirt and shorts. It's what she normally slept in but she didn't necessarily want to be suggestive. Then she just stood in the closet, unable to move. She wondered what he was doing. Is he taking his clothes off? Is he waiting to see what I do? Does he sleep naked? She shivered. Then she felt like an inexperienced teenager. She'd said she didn't want 'everything else', and she'd meant sex, but was that really true? She'd certainly been ready when he first got there. All those tingles between her legs meant she was expecting it. Will it happen anyway? If he holds me, I think I might not be able to leave it there. She sighed. She just needed to let things happen.

When she finally walked out of the closet, he was in her bed. His clothes were on a chair and she noticed that he'd gone out and gotten the bag with his change of clothes and set it on the floor next to the chair. He was sitting up against the pillows and had on a t-shirt, which probably meant, she assumed, that he had at least his underwear on. She just stood there and then he looked worried.

"Did I do the wrong thing?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No," she said finally. "No, not at all." She waved her hand and laughed for a second. "I don't know what's wrong with me." She walked towards the bed, faking a confidence she didn't quite feel. She hesitated only a second before she pulled the covers back, just enough for her to slide onto the bed. She sat with her back against the pillows, crossing her legs at the ankles under the sheet and folding her arms across her lap. She looked over at him and smiled.

He smiled back, then leaned towards her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

She woke up and it was still dark. Dark and quiet. She could feel the breeze caused by the ceiling fan. She was lying on her side. One arm was bent and her hand was under the pillow. Her other arm was draped across her body. Nothing unusual. Except that she felt Chip's shallow, even breathing against her neck. The skin of his arm was barely touching hers, where he had draped it over her waist. She could feel him against her back. He wasn't holding her tightly, so there was no heavy pressure, just a light contact. She was afraid to breathe.

They had not gone to sleep like this. After they had talked for a little while – about work, of course – they had settled in on their own side of the bed. She was very conscious of him being there but she willed herself to try to sleep. And eventually she had. Obviously.

She wondered if he'd laid awake after she was asleep and then slid over to sleep behind her. Or did it happen automatically, when both of them were deeply asleep. She supposed it didn't matter. She also acknowledged to herself that it felt good. It made her feel safe somehow. She didn't want to wake him, didn't want it to end, but she must have done something because she felt his lips gently press against the back of her neck and his hand ever so slightly pressed against her abdomen. She breathed in and she suddenly realized he was pressed more firmly against her back. His fingers grazed over her stomach and she felt that ache, that longing, deep in her core. She breathed in and his fingers stilled.

"I just want to hold you," he whispered, so softly she could barely hear him. She breathed out, letting herself relax into him. He kissed her shoulder and she made a little noise. She relaxed a little more and waited. His hand glided back and forth over her abdomen, really just small strokes, gentle touches. She made up her mind she wouldn't stop him, from whatever he wanted to do. As she let herself relax more, he slid his hand under the waistband of her shorts. She was throbbing and felt herself getting wet. She let out a quiet little moan.

She hoped he wouldn't want to talk about it, that he would just keep going. He was still pressing little kisses along her shoulder. And then he touched her and she heard him suck in his breath. Then, as he slowly let it out, she felt his fingers slip inside her and she felt his open mouth against her shoulder. He slid his fingers in and out, swirling them, touching her deeply. She arched her back slightly, letting her bottom press back against him, and she felt how hard he was. She moaned.

"God, Connie," he muttered softly, then rolled her over onto her back. He pulled his fingers out and worked on sliding her shorts down her legs. She took over, sliding them down farther and then using her feet to push them all the way off and down under the covers. He moved away for a moment, shedding his own, and then he covered her with his body, nudging her legs apart as he captured her mouth with his. The intensity of his kiss seemed to send her off into orbit and she barely felt him as he thrust himself inside her.

She wound her arms around his neck, kissing him back, letting her hips rise and fall in rhythm with his movements. She wasn't going to last long, she knew that. This had been an itch she needed to scratch, only this was a pleasurable itch that started building inside her. It was true, this wasn't all they were, but she knew it would be a way they would express how they felt, a way that felt safe. He pulled his lips from hers and looked at her, his eyes almost wild. Then he moaned against her shoulder, sliding his hands underneath her back and holding her tightly against him. She gasped as her orgasm began to overtake her and she clung to him as she moaned, over and over. It was his turn then and he let out a long, low groan before he seemed to just completely relax. He kissed her shoulder, then raised his head. Even in the dark, his eyes were sparkling and she could see his satisfied smile.

She couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled up into her throat and then out. "Wow," she said.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Wow indeed." Then he rolled off of her and quickly turned her onto her side, so he could spoon her again. He buried his face against her shoulder and made a satisfied noise.

She patted his arm. "I know you have to get up early," she murmured.

"I do. But I'll sleep so much better now."

She smiled. "Me too."

When she woke again, it was still dark but she didn't feel him next to her. She rolled over and saw that she was alone in bed. The bathroom door was open, so he wasn't in there. She sat up, wondering where he was, wondering if he'd left already. She remembered that she'd pushed her shorts down under the covers and felt around for them. She got out of bed and quickly slipped them on, then walked over to the door and opened it. As she headed down the hall, she saw that the light was on in the kitchen, which is where she found him.

He was sitting at the counter, staring at his phone, when she walked in. He looked up. "Hey," she said, with a smile, as she walked up to him.

He smiled back, laying his phone down. "Good morning," he said, leaning in for a kiss. "Did I wake you up?" She noticed his hair was damp and he was in different clothes.

She shook her head. "Nope. Just woke up a few minutes ago. What time is it?"

"About 5:30. I need to leave in about 15 minutes." He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her again. "I'm glad you woke up though, so I get a few more minutes with you."

She put her arms around his waist and smiled. "Me too." She sighed. "I wish I was working today. To see you, I mean."

He chuckled. "I could always come by later."

"Should we do that?" She wanted to be with him, but she didn't want to get too attached.

"Only if you want to."

She bit her lip. "Let's see how the day goes."

"Tell you what. I think I'm gonna hit some of the places on Broadway with some of the others tonight. Why don't I call you and see how you feel about me stopping by after?" She hesitated, but then he slid his hand under her t-shirt and palmed her breast, sending hot sizzles through her. He rolled her nipple with his thumb as he stared deeply into her eyes. She felt like she couldn't breathe and she didn't want him to stop. "I'd really like to be able to spend some time paying attention to these," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Oh my god, I would like that too. She heard a little moan escape her lips. He gave her a lazy smile and withdrew his hand, to her disappointment. He slid off the stool then and kissed her hard. "I gotta get going," he said. Then he leaned in, his mouth by her ear. "Let me know if you'd like some more of that later."

She felt a little lightheaded from how that made her feel. "I'm sure we can figure it out," she said, her voice no more than a whisper. She realized right then that she wasn't going to be able to be casual about this thing at all. "Call me later."

He kissed her cheek, then smiled. "Oh, I will." Then he stepped away from her. "I hate to leave you, but I'll see you soon." She turned as he walked towards the front door, almost rooted to the spot. Just before he reached the door, she seemed to come to her senses and ran towards him. She put her arms around his neck and he put his around her waist and she kissed him, long and deep. She knew he needed to leave, but she needed as much as she could get from him before letting him go. She finally pulled away from him and he reached for his bag. He kissed her on the forehead and then opened the door, letting himself out. She closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

Oh god, I'm in trouble.

She was pacing as she ran her lines in her head. This was the first of several days of filming scenes related to Rayna singing at Teddy's campaign event at the country club. There was a lot going on in the series of scenes, including singing, which always made her nervous. She was also nervous about seeing Chip. He had called her the night before and told her he'd had more to drink than he thought he would and didn't think it would be a good idea for him to drive.

He liked going out with the other cast members, most of whom were in their late 20's and early 30's. That really wasn't what concerned her. He was very friendly, very extroverted, made friends easily, and was usually the life of the party, however that might manifest itself. He loved being the center of attention and she sometimes wondered how much he might say if he had enough to drink. She'd never seen him drunk, but he did like the whiskey and, when he went out, it was usually someplace where drinks were the norm.

She had missed getting to see him though and then she had let her mind wander down trails she didn't need to go down. They had spent enough time together, even just on set, that they'd gotten to know each other really well. They were picking up on each other's quirks and interests. It was how she knew he really liked trying different types of whiskey. It was how he knew what books she liked. It was part of how she knew he was well-liked. He had that kind of welcoming personality that put everyone at ease and made them open up to him. He was kind and sensitive, but he was also boisterous and a little manic at times. He made her laugh and so she always enjoyed being around him.

And then there was the sex thing. If she were being honest, she'd have to admit he wasn't the most accomplished lover she'd been with or the most adventurous, but she thought some of that probably had to do with him having been with one woman for so many years. Not that she minded, of course. She felt like she was too old for sexual gymnastics and she actually kind of liked old-fashioned. For her, sex had always been a way of being close with the man she was with. It had to mean something. Chip was flirty too and that was fun, but she was also keenly aware that he was away from his family and he was a very attractive, sexy man. Not that she had any right to be jealous or feel possessive. There were still so many unknowns and she still sometimes wondered about the wisdom of letting herself get too involved with someone she'd have to give up.

She felt a hand on her back and she caught her breath. She started to turn, but he was right next to her, his lips almost touching her ear. "I'm sorry about last night," he murmured softly.

"It's okay," she said.

"Well, I hope it's really not. I hope you really wanted to see me."

She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled a little. "I did."

"Good." His voice was still so low she had to really pay attention to hear what he was saying. "Tonight?" She nodded, a tiny inclination of her head. And then he moved away, leaving her feeling hot and breathless, tingles racing up and down her body. He could really create quite a storm of emotions and feelings just from standing next to her. She wondered if he knew how he truly made her feel.

They quickly fell into a pattern. He came over 2 to 3 nights a week, sometimes early, sometimes late at night after he'd already been out or been on set late. They ate together when they were on set and lived for the days they were filming together. That wasn't nearly as often as she would have liked, but as the days wore on, they developed a friendship that just added depth to their intimate relationship. He always drove to her place from the airport on Sundays, unless his filming schedule allowed him to stay an extra day, and although she kept telling herself on the weekends that this was a bad path she was headed down, seeing him on her doorstep on Sunday night never failed to lift her spirits.

On this particular Sunday, she couldn't wait for him to get to her house. She'd gotten the new script over the weekend and it had a really cozy Deacon and Rayna scene down by a river, a place that seemed to be one they had frequented. She was excited to talk about it, but she was even more excited to see him. She put Yoby down, after reading him a story, and then raced down the stairs to her bedroom. She changed out of the shorts she'd been wearing into a pair of soft yoga pants. They were probably more loungewear than something someone might actually wear for yoga. They were drapey at the feet and not at all fitted. She decided the sleeveless top she'd been wearing that day worked, so she ran her fingers through her hair, brushed her teeth, and headed back for the den to wait.

It was later than usual when he called and she'd dozed off on the couch. The buzzing of the phone startled her awake. She picked up the phone, wondering if maybe he was calling to say he wasn't coming, that the weekend had been amazing and that he couldn't do this with her anymore. It was what she thought most Sundays, which only made her realize how invested she was in their relationship and whether that was a good idea.

"Hey," she said when she answered.

"Hey. Did I wake you up? You sound a little groggy."

"I just had my eyes closed. I'm good."

"So I just landed. We were late leaving LA and I know it's kind of late, so just wanted to check in. See if you still wanted me to stop by."

She checked the time and saw that it was almost 10:30. It would be close to 11:00 or even a little later by the time he got there. Luckily she wasn't filming the next day. "Yes," she said. "I do want you to. Unless you'd rather, you know..."

"I'll be there as quick as I can," he said, sounding relieved.

"I'll be waiting," she said. As she hung up, she smiled to herself, feeling that tingly feeling she always got when she thought about being with him.

When the knock came at the door, she practically flew across the room. She opened the door and he was standing there, a smile crossing his face when he saw her. She let him in and closed the door and then he took her in his arms, kissing her hungrily. She clung to him as his hands slid down her back, settling on her ass, pulling her closer. He kissed her so completely she felt like her legs were going to collapse under her. He finally pulled his mouth from hers and looked down into her eyes. "God, I've been waiting for this all weekend," he said. She smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said. She stepped out of his embrace, took his hand, and led him down the hall.

He rolled away from her. She was breathing hard and he was too. They had practically torn each other's clothes off. There had been no foreplay at all, but it hadn't mattered. She'd been so ready for him she didn't need it. Now, as they lay next to each other, he reached for her hand, grasping it tightly. She turned her head to the side to look at him. He was staring at her and a smile broke across his face when she looked at him. He hadn't had any filming on Thursday or Friday, so he'd been gone longer than he normally was. One of his daughters had had a soccer game on Friday, so he'd been glad to be able to be there. But it had been a long wait.

He turned on his side to face her and she turned to face him. He reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb over it, then letting his fingers link with hers. "How was the weekend?" she asked.

He breathed in. "The usual." She waited. Sometimes he told her little, sometimes it was more. Typically it was just him reciting a list of activities. "Dinner out with the kids, family movie night, Taylor's soccer game." He smiled. "I'm glad to be back here though. How about you? What did you do?"

She smiled back at him. "It was a long weekend. Yoby and I had a playdate with some other moms and kids on Saturday. He loved it. And it was nice to get out and be with some other women."

He let his fingers trail down her cheek. "What else?"

This was their routine, to catch up with each other in a way that didn't really address anything too personal. "Joy and I went to dinner and then went to Patterson House." She smiled. "I really like that place."

His eyes turned serious then. "I want to be able to take you there sometime."

"Maybe," she said. "One day."

He breathed in again, a little more audibly. "You know I'd rather be here with you."

She frowned a little. "Chip..."

He put two fingers over her lips. "This is where I want to be. It's hard to go back there and...pretend."

"But your kids."

"Don't I get to be happy too?" He frowned.

She nodded. "Of course you do. But you have a lot to consider. I wouldn't want you to do anything that would hurt your kids."

He rolled onto his back. She could see him clench his jaw and so she didn't say anything else. "Why do you push me away?" he asked angrily.

"I'm not pushing you away," she said.

He looked at her, a frown on his face. "It's like you don't want to get too close." He waved his hand between the two of them. "Is this just like a, I don't know, fling to you?"

She frowned then. "No." She could hear the testiness in her voice. "You know that's not true."

He huffed. "Connie, I love my kids. But I want to be here. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be. This is serious to me. This matters."

"Well, it matters to me too. I just, well, I just don't want to be the person who messes things up for you. I feel like you think it would be easy to just waltz out of one life and into another and no one gets hurt. But you know it won't be like that. I just don't want...regrets."

He turned onto his side again and he looked serious. "I don't want that either. But this is real. How I feel about you is real. I miss you when we aren't together. There's no one I'd rather be with. I feel like you're my...best friend." He reached out and plucked a strand of her hair, rolling it between his fingers. "I like working with you, on a purely professional level. We're friends. Real friends." He leaned towards her and brushed his lips over hers. "And then we have this. And it makes me happy."

She looked at him, not saying anything at first. She knew, in her heart, that what he was saying was true. She felt the same. But she also felt like she needed to be the levelheaded one, needed to be the one to be watchful. As she'd gotten to know him better, she understood that he was a man who cared deeply for the people he loved. She knew he didn't like disappointing people. But he was also impulsive, not unlike the character he played, and that could get him in trouble.

She'd constantly been at war with her heart, ever since they'd first met. She'd been drawn to him almost immediately. He filled a hole in her life she hadn't realized was there. In spite of the danger – of being hurt, of being discovered, of making a mess of others' lives – she wanted to be with him. Like this. And like they were at work. A team. She smiled. "It makes me happy too," she said.

His face relaxed and he smiled back at her. Then he let his arm slide over her waist and pulled her close, the sheet bunched up between them. He pressed his lips to hers and the rolling waves of desire crashed over her, pulling her in. She kissed him back, letting him part her lips. At first he was gentle, but then he became more demanding, then back to gentle. She was feeling that deep tug inside her, wanting him to make love to her, be inside her, pleasure her.

He pulled his lips from hers and then trailed his kisses down her neck and then her collarbone, moving ever so slowly until she felt his tongue circle her nipple. It was a light, feathery touch, but she sucked in her breath and then moaned. She had thought they needed to go to sleep, but now she didn't want anything other than to feel his tongue and his mouth on her. She was breathing harder as he went from toying with her breast to sucking on it. Hard. His hand drifted to her other breast, his thumb moving over that nipple. They were both hard and super sensitive, so anything he did made her feel like she was going to go over the edge at any second. She could hear herself moan, lost in the pleasurable things he was doing to her. She felt his fingers graze her abdomen and then he quickly slid two fingers inside her. She drew her knees up slightly and he plunged in further. She lifted her ass almost involuntarily and he swirled his fingers inside her, touching her in all sorts of delicious places. The sucking of his mouth and his movements inside her were in rhythm, designed to ratchet up the pleasure. She could feel it building and then, almost without warning, she gasped, bucking her hips. He kept up his pace as her orgasm spread out and over her, feeling like it was never going to end. When it finally did, she let out a deep satisfied moan.

He moved his hand onto the bed beside her and lifted his head, a smile on his face. "I think you liked that," he said. "A lot."

She smiled back. "I'm pretty sure you're right." He moved and positioned himself on top of her. "Round two?"

He chuckled. "Oh yeah," he murmured. She let her legs fall open and he thrust himself quickly inside her. He filled her up and she could feel another orgasm building inside her. She moved her hips and he matched his own movements to hers and within minutes they came almost at the same time, as she held him tightly and he buried his face in her shoulder, moaning. "Oh my fucking god," he cried out and then relaxed his body, holding onto her for a long moment. Finally he lifted his head, kissed her hard on the mouth, and rolled off of her. He looked over at her and grinned. "You are fucking amazing," he said. "I mean it. Fucking amazing."

She smiled and moved closer to him, curling into his side, one hand on his chest. She had never felt like this in her life and in that moment, knew she wasn't going to ever want to let him go. She closed her eyes, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek, and fell asleep.