Hello, once again, fellow fanfictionners. We are back with yet another healthy dose of smut. : P Has anyone else realized that it is much easier to write this than other types? Or is it just us? Regardless, hopefully the block we seem to be experiencing leaves us soon, since school started. But then again, when school was in progress, we wrote a whole lot more than on this break of ours. Anyway, enough rambling on our part. : P This is set right after The First. They are still on the beach together. Hopefully, it is not too short. But, of course, read, review, and most importantly, enjoy: D
The Second.
Kirsten Nichol groaned as her eyes opened slowly, the salt air wafting into her nostrils. She smiled, realizing where she was. That night she had made love to Sandy for the first time and already she knew he was her best lover. The other men she had been with had ever only wanted one thing, to satisfy themselves. He was not only generous but he knew exactly what she wanted without her having to say a word. He knew her better that she had thought. Her smile widened as she realized that she was draped in his suit jacket. He was also the kindest and the most thoughtful. She reached a hand behind her and felt nothing. He was no longer beside her.
Sandy Cohen looked out over the ocean, smiling as he was reminded of Kirsten's eyes as the stars twinkled off the water. He could not explain how much he felt for her. He always found himself staring off into space, thinking of her smile and her laugh, or wondering what she would like to watch that night. Everything he did led him to her. Everything he thought of involved her. She was his world and already, he realized that he did not want anyone else. Not Rebecca Bloom. No one but Kirsten Nichol.
Kirsten rose to her knees quietly before crawling her way to him. She gingerly placed a hand on his back, running it up and down the curve of his spine. He turned to look at her before smiling, once more, "Hey, you."
"Hey, yourself. What are you doing up so late? I'm sure it's not past 5 yet," said Kirsten, softly before leaning in to leave a kiss on his shoulder. She sat on her knees behind him and leaned in, her head resting on his shoulder. She ran her hands down his muscular arms and laced fingers with his.
He sighed deeply before leaning his head against hers, "I just can't believe I'm here is all."
She shifted her head to look at him as he looked down at her. They eyes locked in a loving stare as they moved in for a light kiss. "Me neither," said Kirsten, "I'm glad we did this, Sandy. I'm glad I'm here, with you."
"Me, too," nodded Sandy, "It's never been that way before. With anyone. Not even…"
"I know, for me, too. I love you, you know that?" she said, dropping feather light kisses on his skin.
Sandy smiled as a shiver ran up his spine, "I do, but I never get sick of hearing it." He shifted his weight, reaching behind him and wrapping an arm around her bare body, pulling it closer to his own. Her body fell into his lap as she laughed. He pushed her hair back to leave a kiss on her forehead, "I love you, too."
She reached up to stroke the fuzz on his face, gazing into his eyes. She cupped his cheek, raising her head, slowly to meet his. She stopped as their lips brushed gently. She smiled into his mouth, "Gee, Sandy, my back sure does hurt from last night."
Sandy opened his eyes to look at her. Her eyes were dancing, her eyebrows wiggling just as his always did when he wanted something. He gave a light chuckle, "I take that this is my cue to give you a back rub."
Kirsten nodded before getting up and sitting on her knees, her back to Sandy. He smiled, on his knees behind her. He slowly, dragged his fingertips up her back, moving in slow, intricate circles. He added a gentle pressure, forcing a small moan from Kirsten's lips. He grinned as the noise she made stirred arousal within him. He started to rub her shoulders, deep and sensually. He smiled when he heard her say, "Sandy, that feels so good."
Sandy took this as his cue, pushing her long blonde hair to one side, slowly. Kirsten shivered as he dropped a trail of kisses on her bare shoulder. His other hand kept its massage on her opposite shoulder until she reached to rest her hand on his. "I can make you feel even better," whispered Sandy, into her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently, bringing about a small whimper from Kirsten's lips.
Her body twisted in his arms, her buttocks firm against his growing arousal, her nose inches from his. She brought up a hand to bring his face closer to hers as their lips met in a heated kiss. Their tongues dueled as their lips crashed together furiously. Sandy's hands drifted over the front of her body, tracing her delicate silhouette.
Kirsten rose to her knees, suddenly, gasping as Sandy cupped her most sensitive parts. His mouth swallowed her moans as she writhed beneath his soft touches. He ran his thumb over her very receptive bundle of nerves, sliding his fingers to stroke around her slick opening. She groaned, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around her body, just under her breasts. She draped her arm over his, her fingers linking together. Her other hand joined his in heightening her pleasure.
She rubbed her rear against his arousal, spurring a small groan from his lips. His hand drifted up to cup her face, their tongues playing with the air between their lips. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, stroking the ampleness with her tongue. He lowered his hand to cup her breast, his thumb rolling the nipple in small, lazy circles. Her own hands gripped his firmly as she moaned at his touches. She reached behind her to tug at his engorged member. She alternated between soft and hard strokes, causing his caresses to become more desperate and heated.
At her groans, her dropped wet kisses on her bare shoulders, leaving a trail of sensual dew on her silky skin. Sandy dipped a finger into her, forcing her to release a staccato gasp. He stroked up and down her entrance before plunging in with his index and middle fingers. She let out a small squeal, her head falling forward, and hair cascading around her. His hand moved slowly between her wet warmth. She let out, loud, almost pained moans, barely catching her breath as she begged him, "Now, Sandy, please."
He paused for a moment taking in what she was asking him for. "Are you sure?"
"Sandy, please. I need— I want you," she breathed.
He nodded; taking his length in the hand that was not touching Kirsten. He pressed the tip between her buttocks, sliding amid them. Kirsten pushed herself backward, into him, urging him forward. He felt her rear entrance stretch, surrounding him completely. He paused, listening to her gasps and moans. She clutched at his arm as the new feeling subsided and all she felt was completeness. They stood on their knees in utter silence, listening to their deep respirations.
Kirsten's fingers nudged his, inciting him to touch her. He took this as his sign to continue. He withdrew slowly before penetrating her once more. Her body moved in time to his low, languid thrusts and flicks with his fingers. He pressed his lips to her exposed skin as his momentum deepened and quickened. She moaned in response, her body jerking at contact. He pressed his hand between her legs, holding her to his frame as he continued to plunge himself into his lover. His grunts were muted by small nips he left on her shoulders and neck.
"I love you, Kirsten," he whispered, in short puffs.
"I love you," she moaned, breathlessly. He grasped her hip with one hand, steadying her body against him as they began to move feverishly against one another. Sweat adorned their conjoined bodies as they met hard and passionately under the stars. His thumb rotated against her sensitive bud as both his fingers and his pelvis rocked back and forth into her body. Her whimpers grew louder, her head falling backward onto his shoulder. Their climaxes seconds away. He dug his fingers into her hip as he gave the final hard thrusts, throwing them both over the edge. Kirsten screamed her release, uncaring to whoever should hear her, her eyes shut tight in infinite pleasure. Sandy let out a guttural cry in his own rise to euphoria.
Her body slumped forward, her hands catching the sand as she attempted to catch her breath. Sandy panted, withdrawing himself from her sultry frame. He laid down besides her, opening his arms to her. She fell into him, their arms tangling in a loving embrace. Their bodies twined together as they lay, breathless from their second occasion of lovemaking.