"I can't believe it is over just like that," Craig said as they arrived to the house. "If you want to talk about it you can come up," she offered. "I would like that," he replied. They walked up to her room. Koby went into the bathroom and got dressed. She came out with her hair up and in a black silky nightgown. She sat down next to him. He did not even give it a thought before he began to kiss her. She stopped him and smiled. "Craig," she whispered, "I really don't want to be a rebound." "You aren't and you know it," he replied. "Well," she smiled, "are we going to do this or not?" His hands caressed her back, then felt for the dress's zipper. The smooth cloth parted, falling from her shoulders with a muted whisper. "So soft," he whispered against her skin as he trailed kisses down her neck. When her hands brushed against his denim-covered arousal, he groaned, throwing back his head as she cupped his rigid flesh. His breath hissed through his lips and seeking closer contact, his hips flexed toward her hands. As if burned, she drew back. Then she reached down to take his hand and place it on her breast. He gently cupped the tender flesh, rolling the nipple between forefinger and thumb until it rose into a peak. She melted into his touch, her knees nearly giving way. To keep her from falling he gathered her closer with his other arm. Then, he bent his head to take her breast into his mouth. A nearly overwhelming weakness settled in his knees at the sounds and movements she made. With another groan he buried his face in her neck, then pulled back to look at her face. Her features bore a strained expression. She pushed him onto his back, and then ran her hands over his chest. Heat streaked through him, making him twitch and sweat. The feeling increased as she followed the thin line of hair on his abdomen down to the thick patch between his legs. Inexperienced she might be, but ignorant she wasn't. She gripped his erection in one hand while cupping his scrotum, then ran her tongue around the head of his shaft and took him between her lips. Liquid fire trailed her mouth, forcing a strangled oath from him. She then backed off to look at him. His eyes were fixed upon her and his hand reached out for hers. Once again, he took the tender nipples in his mouth, loving the flavor of her flesh. The pink buds flushed and rose to his touch, just as she did. When he nuzzled her soft belly, then dipped his head to the curls nested between her legs, she cried out his name. Her glistening flesh greeted his gaze. He inhaled her heady scent, parted the moist lips to expose the tiny sensitive nub, then proceeded to lick and suck it as well, plunging his tongue inside the opening below. He slid one leg between hers, rubbing his shaft against her thigh. "See, he wants more, too. But first . . ." Gently he cupped her mound, his fingers seeking the opening between the soft, wet nether lips. First with one finger he dipped inside her passage, then two fingers, pressing up against the sensitive spot at the top. As he touched her there, his tongue imitated his fingers, as he kissed her deeply. She writhed and moaned into his mouth as her excitement rose again. At last he lay atop her, hip-to-hip, breast-to-breast. To increase her readiness he slid his length between her wet nether lips, stroking her and himself until he felt ready to burst. Sweat poured from him, pooling in the hollows of her belly and chest. When he stopped for a moment, poised on his elbows to kiss her, she reached down between them. Her fingers found the sensitive head; wet with her juices and his own and rubbed it against her again, seeking. A tiny sound of satisfaction broke from her when her flesh parted and the head sank into her passage. The contact made him groan and he found himself shaking with the effort not to push forward quickly to the hilt. Koby began caressing his back and sides, her hips moving slightly to increase the pressure. Craig knew if he left it to her, she'd rush it and then she'd be hurt. He stilled her hips, then slowly, ever so slowly, pressed forward. The moist flesh parted further, receiving him without difficulty until he met her natural barrier. He entwined their fingers and as he broke through, she squeezed until her joints popped. Trembling with the effort to remain still until her body could adjust, he glanced down at her face, her eyes closed tightly. He began slowly, relishing the feel of his shaft sliding in and out of her silken smooth passage. She did not remain a passive partner, but raised her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind them. No other lover had brought him such pleasure and such pain. Koby moved with him, brushing her breasts against his chest until he increased the tempo. Forcing his concentration to center on her, he watched her eyes close. Her breathing became irregular, her head thrown back against the pillow, fingers digging into his back until she cried out her release again. Her tight flesh spasmed around his swollen shaft, and beckoned him to join her. Fire spread through his loins and with a few final thrusts, he poured himself into her. He rested his head, too heavy to lift at the moment, on the pillow beside hers. Still connected, her flesh continued to tighten around him, refusing to let him go. At last her body relaxed, her arms dropping away. He dared a look at her, almost afraid of her reaction, and then drew a deep breath to steady himself. She wrapped herself in a blanket and went into the bathroom. She brushed out her hair and freshened up. Mean while back in the room Craig was still laid out on the bed. He started to doubt his ability to get on. He wondered if every time something would happen if he would do this. Koby walked back into the room to lie down by his side. He entangled their fingers. She got the courage to look him in the eyes. His eyes were filled with passion. The same passion he once had for Manny. This satisfied her greatly. "Koby?" Craig asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I really enjoyed it," he answered, "I mean I really don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything," she said, "That's not what this is about." "I know but I don't want you to have any regrets," he whispered. "The only regret I have is Manny," she said. "She is not in the picture," he said. "So tomorrow you get to bring home Rachel?" Koby asked trying to change the subject. "I understand," he nuzzled his face in her neck, "I cant wait to bring her home." They got quiet and stayed still for a while. She looked back up at him and smiled. She brought her lips closer to his and kissed him. He backed off a little. She thought that he was rejecting her kiss so she backed off even more. He ran his finger through her hair. He was making sure he was not dreaming. He smiled back at her and kissed her once more.