Back to You: Uncovered Chapter 7: The First, an o.c. fanfic

Alright, thanks to a suggestion given by I love Kandy 18, this is a chapter on Kirsten and Sandy's first time together. Just to give our back-story of the day it happened, we added in the flashback given in Chapter 8: The Saltwater War of Back to You. Haha, Shameless plug. : P Anyway, this chapter is a combination of the flashback and their very first times together. And again, the look, Kirsten is sporting is the one that Ms. Rowan was wearing at the 2005 Emmy Awards (the red dress) and then the other look is one from the Good Housekeeping magazine shoot, where all she wears is orange. We hope you like it. We don't really think it's our best work… but feel free to make us think otherwise. : P We apologize for the time it took for this to come out. We're really really sorry! But hopefully the dose of kandy cheese will make you guys forgive us. : ) Review please. : D

The First.

She was only twenty-two. So how was it possible that she was nervous about going to a social Newpsie event? She had been attending them for as long as she could remember so what was so special about today? The ring of the doorbell reminded her. Sandy Cohen. She heard mumbling below her. The maid telling him where to go. She heard the footsteps up the stairs and toward her room. She quickly tidied her room and slipped on her dress, unable to zip it in the back. It was a red, strapless dress, plain but with two long slits, one on each side that swayed when she walked, exposing a slight bit of her toned thigh. She had curled her hair slightly, forcing it into long blonde waves. She heard a knock on her door. She gave herself a quick look over and started toward the door. She met his eyes, looking sheepishly at her. He smiled as she motioned for him to come in. His hair was a little scruffy but made him look adorable. He was wearing a black suit, his collar open, and his tie undone around his neck. She grabbed his tie and kissed him gently. "Sandy? Could you zip me please?" she asked innocently, smiling into his mouth.

He nodded as she turned around and lifted her hair. A few stray strands flew across her back. He blew them away, causing her to shiver as he began to run his fingers against her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed, enjoying his touch. They hadn't made love yet, but he still made her feel like she wanted to give him everything. His hands found the zipper. He began to zip her up as his eyes followed the path his hands took. He finished by running his hand across her shoulder blades to her hand, holding her hair. He took her hand and forced her to let go, her hair cascading around her. He kissed her shoulder as she turned around and took his tie again. She leant into him, kissing him deeply. She didn't know why but she wanted to be with him, more than ever. There was something about him that she couldn't resist.

It had been 6 months that they had been dating. 6 months. She had been with Jimmy a lot longer than that but she never felt this way about him. She never wanted to call him in the middle of the day just to hear his voice or cuddle on the couch watching movies. Kirsten and Jimmy were over. And she was glad. It never would have worked out. They were the quintessential Newpsie couple. And she hated it. She hated how he was everything her parents loved and how he was exactly what they wanted. She didn't want to live in that bubble. Not anymore. She had moved to Berkley a year or two ago, wanting to start over. Jimmy stayed in Newport. He slept with some random named Julie Something or other and had gotten her pregnant. They broke up and Kirsten turned back to her partying ways where she met a funny Jewish boy named Sandy, who was everything she wasn't. He had taught her the lighter side of life, the funny side, the romantic side. They were complete opposites with nothing in common. He was athletic. She loved art. He loved to talk and argue. She loved the silence. But somehow, amidst all, it worked. They worked. It was 6 months already. Flown by and she had enjoyed every moment of it. He had never rushed her to sleep with him. He never mentioned it. He was considerate of her feelings. And now he was here. She was taking him to his first Newpsie convention against his will. But he would do it. For her.

"Uh, Kirsten?" he asked, shyly.

"Yeah?"

"I've, uh, never learned how to, er, tie one of these," he said, pointing to the tie she was holding. She laughed lightly and nodded. Her eyes told him not to move. He stood still as her fingers brushed against his neck, doing up the top button on his shirt. She lifted his collar, her thumbs stroking his neck. She did his tie and put down the collar. She brushed off his shoulder and took a step back looking at him. Something was wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it. This wasn't Sandy Cohen. This was a new brand of Cohen and she hated it. She undid the top button of his shirt. And took a step back. She smiled. This is my Cohen. She kissed him gently, pushing him down onto her bed. His hands roamed her back as his tongue began the exploration of her mouth. She moaned lightly but then backed off of him. He looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry, Sandy. I can't. Not yet." She knew what was happening. She was falling. Fast. Hard. And she didn't know what to do. This wasn't the way it was with Jimmy. She waited years to be with him. Now, she wanted to be with this man she had only been with for 6 months. He smiled and gave her a look that said it was okay and that he didn't need that unless she was ready. He would wait for her. She knew where she stood. It was only a question of where he was.

Kirsten and Sandy walked down the stairs hand in hand. Her parents waiting at the doorway. Sandy smiled at them only to get a cold reception from her father. He thought his princess was too good for that kid from the Bronx. She deserved better. Kirsten gave her father a glare as they walked out of the house. She didn't want to come back to Newport. She had only returned for their 25th wedding anniversary. She didn't want to stay in that house. She was twenty-two.

Sandy felt like the most awkward person at the club. They all had their sailing and their yogalates. He had his surfing and his bagels. Still, Kirsten stayed with him, clutching lovingly at his arm. She showed him off to her friends, who gave him less than polite stares. Random boy from the Bronx that Newport's princess took pity on and brought. She grew tired of their judgments. No one knew him like she did. No one tried. She rolled her eyes every time one of her friends decided to pull her aside to ask her what she was doing. She was fed up of them judging the man she was in love with. She paused on her thoughts and rewound what she was thinking. The man I'm in love with. There was a fine line between loving and being in love. She had loved Jimmy. She was in love with Sandy.

She felt a hand on the small of her back, leading her to the dance floor. He didn't want to chat with the stupid little Newpsies. He wanted to be alone with her, even if just for a moment. He wrapped his arm around her waist, taking one of her hands in his and placing it on his chest as she placed her arm around his neck. She leant her head on his shoulder. A slow beat played in the background as it faded. There was only Kirsten and Sandy.

If I fall short. If I don't make the grade.

If your expectations aren't met in me, today.

There's always tomorrow. Or tomorrow night.

Hang in there, baby. Sooner or later, I know I'll get it right.

She heard his voice, lightly singing with the song. She looked up into his eyes. "Solomon Burke. Classic," he whispered gently. She closed her eyes as he resumed singing.

Please don't give up on me

Oh please, don't give up on me

I know it's late, late in the game

But my feelings, my true feelings haven't changed

Here in my heart

She listened to the beat of his heart against hers. His voice hypnotizing her, almost begging her not to leave him. He was singing to her. Talking to her through the song. He had seen how he was looked at. How he didn't fit into her world. He wanted to so he could be with her. He was falling. Hard. Fast.

I know, I know I was wrong

I'd like to make amends

For the love that I never ever, ever, ever showed

Just don't give up on me

Every word is true

He was pleading with her. He couldn't take it if she left him. The pressure could break them or make them. It was all a matter of what she wanted. She had to want what he wanted. Right?

I'll give you my everything

All of my love

All of my love, love, love. love to you

Just don't give up on me

Oh please

Please, please

Don't give up on me

She felt as if her heart was going to explode. She had never felt this way before. She ached with passion. She burned with love. She never knew it felt like this.

I, I, I don't want you to

I know it's late

But wait

Please

Don't give up on me

Promise

Will you promise me?

She whispered softly in his ear, "I promise." He stopped singing.

Please don't give up on me

We can make if we try

I'm going to hold on

Hold on with me

And don't give up on me

He looked deeply into her eyes. She nodded. "I don't care if they don't like you. It doesn't matter to me. They don't know anything about you. How you like to think of schmearing a bagel an art or how you like to chew on the end of your pencil when you're in deep thought. You matter to me and that's all that counts. I won't give up on us, Sandy. I promise you that." She debated telling him about her feelings. He seemed to understand her fight as he was going through the same thing. "Sandy. I won't let the Newpsies ruin this. I won't allow it. I… I love you. I'm in love with you, Sanford Cohen."

Please, oh baby, oh baby, please

Don't give up on me

Whatever you do

We're going to make it

We'll make it though

Don't you give up on me

He looked at her eyes. She was scared. He could see it. He could feel her hands were shaking. He smiled, his stare forcing her to go weak in the knees. "I'm in love with you. You, the beautiful, perfect Kirsten Nichol. I love you. I would sit through a million Newpsie dinners to be with you." She laughed lightly and kissed him. She didn't care that everyone was staring. She only saw him.

Please

Promise me

Don't give up on me

He murmured, "I promise," against her lips as the kiss deepened. They pulled away, gasping for air. Tonight they would consummate their relationship. She wanted to give her all to him. Mind. Soul. Body. They continued dancing, swaying gently to the rhythm of the next song.

"Sandy?" she asked, her eyes closing dreamily at the moment.

"Hmm?"

"I think we just found our song."

After saying their goodbyes to the happy couple, ignoring glares from Caleb, they walked hand in hand down the street. Kirsten replayed the events of tonight as she decided to herself that she wanted to give him her all. She was ready. She had always been ready. She just needed to know how he felt. And how she did. She felt his hand squeeze hers lightly as she turned to smile at him. She leant into him, her head resting on his shoulder as he hummed to their newest favorite song.

The lamplights set a dim light over the town of Newport, dawning upon young lovers as they held hands in the street. A light shadow cast over the town, the sound of the ocean crashing against the sand could be heard in the distance.

"Sandy?" she asked, suddenly.

"Hmm?"

"Would you mind horribly if I went home to change, really fast?" she asked, tentatively.

"Of course not, but aren't I taking you home, anyway?" he said, turning to look at her.

"Yes, but I want to show you something," she said, shortly. He nodded, in understanding as they continued down their path. Their journey wasn't a long one regardless of the many stops they made to embrace or kiss. The love they felt for one another was overwhelming and the other yearned to show them just how much.

Kirsten ran up to her bedroom to change quickly. She had concocted a plan. She wanted to be with him physically now more than ever. She didn't want it to be in her parent's house. She wanted it to be in a place sacred and beautiful. A place for Sandy and Kirsten to call their own. One that would hold the memory of their lovemaking forever, regardless of how clichéd it would be. It had to be perfect.

"I, Uh, Wow," stuttered Sandy as Kirsten came down the steps in her new outfit. Her dainty hand slid down the rail as her white skirt flowed against her smooth legs. Sandy gave her a look over. Few strands of her hair framed her face as her torso was adorned in a fitted orange top.

Kirsten blushed, "You don't look half bad yourself, handsome."

"Yes, but I still look the same, wearing the same clothes. You're wearing something completely different," he gushed. She walked toward him, smiling as she took the hand he reached out to her.

"I know. I'm special so of course I got to change," she giggled as he twirled her around and around. He caught her by the waist and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Suddenly, she wasn't giggling anymore.

"Yes, you are. Jeez, orange is definitely your color baby," he said, still in awe of her framed beauty.

"Really? I don't know, I don't really own much orange," she said, uncertainly. She looked down at her body in an attempt to figure out what Sandy found so appealing.

"You should own a hell of a lot more of it," exclaimed Sandy, placing a kiss below her jaw.

"You like it that much?" she asked, in disbelief. How is it that someone loves a color so much?

"Hell yes. You look adorable and amazing and beautiful and sexy and…" began Sandy, listing off each attribute on his fingers. He nodded gently as he stated each one. Kirsten smiled; he really was the most adorable person she had ever laid eyes on.

"Alright, I get it, buy more orange. Now, once you've finished trying to charm me, I want to show you something," she said, kissing him hard on the mouth. Sandy was finally quiet. She took him by the hand and led him out the door. Sandy followed, still in shock from the intensity of her kiss.

They took a path on Caleb's estate, showing him their privately owned beach property. She told him of how he had bought it when she was only seven years of age because he had wanted her to learn how to sail. She, however, never liked the fish in the water. She never liked going near the water. She, instead, liked staring at it or painting the scenery. She had explored it when she was younger, just after Hailey was born. She had wanted to escape the sounds of a baby crying and found a small area enclosed by rock. It was her own little oasis. She was, then for the first time, grateful that no one else was allowed on the property. No one else knew about little Kirsten Nichol's secret spot.

Sandy looked around the area, similar to a small cavern in the shape of a half circle. The water flirted with the edge of the sands, barely a foot away from where Kirsten was now placing a blanket. Sandy took in a strong whiff of the ocean's salty air, "I bet you take all your men here."

"No," admitted Kirsten, retrieving yet another blanket and motioning for him to sit down next to her, "You're the first."

Sandy stared at her as he sat down next to her, his legs stretched in front of him, "Not even Jimmy?"

Sandy spread and bent legs as Kirsten sat between them, her back to his chest. She leaned against him as he wrapped his arms around her, "Especially not Jimmy. He was one of the only other serious boyfriends I had but something about the whole situation was off. He was this perfect guy that my dad loved and wanted me to marry. He wasn't the right one though. Sometimes, I hate this bubble. I know there's something outside of it. And I found it in Berkley. It's why I love it there so much."

"Aw, and here I thought I was the reason you loved it so much," said Sandy, mockingly sad. She knew he was pouting behind her. She placed a loving hand on his knee, rubbing it softly with her thumb.

"You're a big reason, too, Sandy. But I don't know. Before Berkeley, this was the place where I could go to just get away," began Kirsten, sadly reliving the tales of her childhood and adolescence.

"Get away from what?" he pushed, gently.

"When I was 18, my parents started this arguing streak. I would overhear them yelling at each other. My mother about how my father was never home, how he was treating everything like a business investment. He always thought he was doing the right thing. Doing it for the family, he said. I used to catch her drinking wine alone near the pool, just staring out at the sky. She always looked so calm. It was her escape. I just wanted to feel that at one point. So, I stole some from the house and stashed it here. I never found the nerve to drink it though. There's something about drinking alone that never seemed right to me. She drank whole bottles at a time… Mine's still right over there," she explained. Sandy gave her a small squeeze. He hated that that had been her environment growing up. She deserved so much more than that.

"Kirsten, your mother…" began Sandy.

"She's an alcoholic, I know. We talked to her but she says she's going to quit," sighed Kirsten. She leaned further into Sandy's arms, his warmth creeping into her body slowly. God, I love him.

"And do you believe her?" he pushed again. They had often spoke of their families, for the most part Kirsten spoke of her father and rarely of her mother. Sandy only spoke of his mother and even more rarely his father.

"I don't know. My father thinks she is. He trusts her so why shouldn't I? He doesn't know though. He's the reason she drinks. Every time he cancels a date, she breaks into the liquor cabinet. I don't think he realizes that. I don't think he's going to change. I'm afraid that it's going to get worse and that I won't have a say in anything. I'm afraid that I'm going to end up like her. I don't want to be one of those girls who ends up marrying her father," her voice broke gently as she admitted to him her fear. She had grown up in a world where relationships were made out of convenience and no longer love. She was never in a strong family dynamic. All she wanted was what she didn't have, a loving family.

"You're going to escape that, Kirsten. I know you will," said Sandy, rubbing her arms gently and placing a kiss on her head.

"And how can you be so sure?"

Because I want to marry you. I want to make sure that you have everything you want. I want to make you happy. Because I love you. "Because you deserve better. You deserve to be treated with the best care and love because you're everything that's good in the world. Beautiful, too," he added. He didn't want to tell her his true feelings on how he knew that she would escape that fate. He didn't want to scare her. He wanted to propose to her then and there but it was too soon and they still had time to learn everything about each other. One day he'd tell her. He was sure that he wanted only her and that frightened him. She wasn't Rebecca, he remembered. He was sure that she wasn't just going to up and leave him without warning. She was Kirsten. Maybe someday, Kirsten Cohen.

Kirsten chuckled softly, "Shameless flatterer." She turned to face him, her piercing blue eyes meeting his in a fierce gaze.

"Charming, too, no?" he asked, leaning in to leave a light kiss on her lips.

"Hmmm. Yeah," she mumbled, still hypnotized by the feel of his soft lips on hers.

"So, what snacks have you got?" asked Sandy, knowing full well that it was killing her inside that he was changing the subject on her.

"Kudos and Goldfish…" she answered, shyly.

Sandy stared at her, amazed by her choice in food, "What are you, eight?"

"Only on the inside," she declared, proudly puffing up her chest and raising her head high.

"You're so cute," said Sandy, leaning in to kiss her nose.

"Hmm, so are you," she murmured as she kissed him hard on the mouth. Their lips moved together passionately as Kirsten turned around completely, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sandy pulled back, "Am I cuter than you?"

"Hmm, let me think… No," she said, pressing her lips to his once more. God, I love kissing him.

"What?" he said, suddenly, pushing her away and staring into her eyes. She stared back and had to keep herself from laughing. The mock offense on his face was one of the most adorable expressions he had ever worn.

"Sorry, baby. I'm the cute one in this relationship," she decided to keep playing with him.

"Even if I do this?" he asked, kissing her roughly. Their lips moved together violently as Sandy licked her upper lip.

Kirsten moaned gently, unable to think straight from the fog in her mind he was creating. "Hmmm…" she let out as he parted lips with hers. He stared at her. Her eyes were still closed and her face still leant into his.

"Or this?" He gathered her bottom lip between his teeth, stroking it's ampleness with his tongue.

"Sandy…"

"Or even this?" He planted a wet kiss on her lips, his tongue pushing past her lips and exploring the whole of her mouth. He pulled away, admiring the effect of his work. She was his.

"Okay, fine. We're even… happy?" asked Kirsten, obviously frustrated that he wouldn't kiss her for more than ten seconds.

"Not quite," said Sandy, leaning in tantalizingly slowly to meet his lips with hers. Their lips moved together as Kirsten leant further into him, bringing her hands up the muscles of his arms to cup his face between them.

She held his head firmly in her hands as she moved her lips away from his, "Hmmmm, fine, you're cuter. And Sandy…"

"Hmm?"

"I love you, you know that?"

Sandy's eyes snapped open to look at her. Her eyes met his as he replied to her confession, "I love you, too."

She smiled at him, suddenly overcome with an overwhelming feeling of love and passion. She leant in to give his lips tiny pecks before leaving a lingering kiss. She pulled away to stare into his eyes. She swallowed hard, her breaths quickening as she kissed him, urgently. Their lips moved together passionately as she pushed herself into him, their bodies falling slowly into the sand.

Their hands moved over their partner's bodies, exploring every muscle and curve. He gently slipped his tongue into her mouth, gliding against hers. She moaned softly as he snuck his hands beneath her orange top, pushing her further against her. He raised his hips to meet hers as their kisses deepened, growing wetter and sloppier, their desperation for one another evident.

Her hand attacked his tie, loosening it as she felt his hands raise her shirt. Their lips parted as she lifted his tie over his head. Their lips meeting instantly for another heated kiss. Sandy sat up as her hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. The couple separated momentarily as they stopped to take off their shirts. Kirsten couldn't help but stare at his taut body, the spasms of his chest and crunch of his stomach as he breathed.

He admired her, her flat, toned stomach, the swell of her breasts. He reached for her hips, pulling her toward him and placing a kiss on her collarbone. She smiled as he reached for her rear end, cupping the flesh there. She stood on her knees, grabbing his waist and pulling him to his knees as well. Sandy left a trail of sensual kisses over her jaw and neck, causing her to run her fingers through his hair, pressing his lips more toward her body.

His hands drifted lower, running up the length of her thigh, bringing with it her skirt, "Kirsten, are you sure? We've done some other stuff before but never this."

"I know but I'm ready, Sandy. I want this…" she said, bringing her hands to the belt of his pants. She undid it, pulling it from the loops, "I want you."

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her. They stripped each other to their underwear. He had never really looked at her, never really touched her. It was the same for Kirsten. They had been taking it slowly, very slowly.

They blushed, slightly as they looked at each other's naked bodies, Kirsten's pert breasts, Sandy's arousal. They laid down next to each other, side by side as they marveled appreciatively at each other's beauty. Sandy placed a hand on her hip, stroking her skin there. He leaned in, kissing her lightly. Their kisses deepened as their desire for each other increased yet again. He rolled them over so he was above her, moving his kisses to line her jaw. Sandy's lips came to her chest, kissing the part between her mounds. He reached an arm down to her calf, stroking her skin there. He, gently, glided his hand up her slender leg before touching her sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh. Kirsten gasped, softly as he touched her. The soft flicks of his fingers and laps to her breasts. Sandy moved lower, leaving wet kisses on her stomach and around her belly button. She groaned softly as he bathed her in his saliva, her legs quivering gently as she knew where he was headed. Her eyes opened as he avoided where she wanted it, instead, he was nibbling at her flesh between her legs, assaulting her inner thighs with small sucks and nips. She groaned in frustration, taking his head in her hands and guiding him to her.

He looked up at her, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked into his eyes. He smiled, knowingly. She threw him seductive glance, as she knew what he was doing. He was drawing out the experience but she, however, was growing impatient. Her eyes told him everything as he bent his head forward to taste her. She let out a sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a groan of pleasure. Her hands ran through his hair as he thrust his tongue against her, "Oh, God, Sandy."

Her hips moved violently against him as he held onto her thighs to prevent a loss of place. Her moans became more frequent and increased in volume as she grabbed a combination of sand and blanket beneath her fingers. She lifted her feet, placing them on the ground next to Sandy's head, allowing him greater access. He twisted and turned his tongue round and round on her, causing her head to roll side to side on the blanket, "Mm, so close."

He nodded into her, taking a finger and dipping it into her. She arched her back as she let out a staccato cry. Sandy smiled as he felt her climax barely seconds away. He stopped touching her altogether, giving her a small moment to breathe before rubbing the outline her entrance with his index finger. She shook beneath him, gasping for air. He put his thumb on her sensitive bud, rotating it vigorously. He licked at her entrance before plunging two of his fingers inside. She pulsed around him before clamping down and releasing a loud cry of ecstasy.

Jimmy had never made her feel that way. He preferred pumping into her for his own pleasure rather than making an attempt at making her feel just as much satisfaction. Sandy was the most generous lover she had ever been with. He had already put her pleasure before his. And now, it was her turn.

Sandy kissed his way back to her lips, where she smiled into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. Her breathing slowed down as he lay down next to her, "Jeez, Sandy."

"You liked?"

"Hmm, yeah but we should stop focusing on me for a while," she murmured, suggestively as she peppered his lips gently with kisses.

"Really?" he cooed back.

She rolled over as to lean on him fully, her chest pressed against his. He couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her breasts against him, moving against him as she moved downward with feather light kisses on his torso. She took him into her hands, running her fingers over his length before rubbing the tip with her thumb. Sandy groaned in response. He felt her hair tickle at his thighs, "Kirsten, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Sandy…"

"You've never done that before and I'm not going to—ah, Kirs… Kirsten. Wow, I—wow," moaned Sandy. Kirsten smiled as she continued to pull and suck at him, swirling her tongue around him ever now and then. She rubbed his thighs and she continued to bob up and down on his shaft, while his hands grew lost in her mass of blonde curls.

She felt his legs tense beneath her, as he grew close. She slowed her pace to draw out the experience for him. With all the energy he had remaining, he sat up, pulling her up from his groin, "No, Kirsten. When I… I want it to happen with you."

"But then, why did you…?"

"Because I want this to be perfect for you. I want to give you everything… but, baby, are you sure we should, you know?"

She leaned in to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, "Sandy, I love you and I want to do this with you. We've waited long enough."

Sandy nodded, kissing her feverishly, leaning over her. As they exchanged deep, wet kisses, Sandy put a hand between her legs, testing her, preparing her for the pleasurable ordeal to come. He flicked her gently with his finger, her wetness evident as she moaned into his mouth. He pulled his lips away from her to look into her eyes. She nodded, placing her hands on his hips as she raised her head to kiss him, hungrily.

Finally, the moment was here. He pushed his tip into her, gently, a gasp escaping from her lips. She trembled beneath him in anticipation. He continued to penetrate into her until his entire length was tightly sheathed inside of her. Their groans subsided as they got used to the feeling of each other. Tears filled her eyes as she shut them tight, she had never felt so complete before. "Kirsten," she heard a voice, "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, Sandy," she replied, "No."

She dug her nails into his hips, urging him forward. He moved within her slowly, withdrawing almost completely with every thrust. Sandy was determined for them to reach that peak together. It was just a matter of holding off until she was ready. The task seemed almost impossible as her grunts and moans, combined with the feel of surrounding him was almost unbearable. Her face began to flush as beads of sweat appeared on her body. She raked her fingernails up and down his back as he leaned over to lick the curve of her ear before delving in, "I love you, Kirsten."

Sandy gripped the fabric surrounding her as he continued to move his hips in rhythm to hers. Her back arched as she let out loud, almost pained moans. He pumped into her in long deliberate strokes, causing her body to jerk in response. She bit her lip and swallowed hard as the pleasure surmounted any she had ever experienced. He watched her. Just watching her was enough as he continued to slam and thrust into her slowly. The pace was sweet torture.

"Faster," she moaned. He complied, digging his toes into the sand and penetrating her deeper. Kirsten let out a small whimper as pulled at his skin with her fingers, dragging them over his body. She was lost in the bliss Sandy was bringing her to. He was lost in her.

Sandy's breath came in short puffs as he felt her surrounding pulses quicken as her moans became louder. He increased his pace to match the beat of her hips, every pump stronger that the last. Small squeals and strained moans escaped her lips as the force of his thrusts became more vigorous. Kirsten's head pushed back into the sand, arching her back as she let out a scream. Yes! Sandy let out a loud guttural cry as he joined her in the rise to euphoria.

He fell against her, leaving a kiss on her shoulder before withdrawing and lying next to her. Kirsten lifted her head as he slipped an arm beneath her head and gathered her small, sweaty frame in his arms.

"It's never been like that before, Sandy," she breathed, "with anyone."

"I know."

"I love you, Sandy. I really do," she admitted, tracing lazy circles on his broad, damp chest.

He smiled, lightly, "I love you, too, Kirsten. More than you know." He leaned in, pushing back the wet hair on her forehead and leaving a soft peck on her skin. "Come on, let's get some sleep, babe."

She nodded, still drained of all energy as she leaned further into his chest. Sandy wrapped his arms around her body, tightly as they both closed their eyes and listened to the beat the their lover's heart, unaware of the future they were about to share.