It's Sunday morning, and Kerry sits alone at the table. She's drinking her morning coffee, and reading over the synopsis for the trail again. She is in awe of the first love scene they will have on camera. Tony told her not to worry about it. But she can't help but worry.
What if they both lose themselves in the moment and go way too far? Her thoughts are broken by the sound of the door opening and closing. She hears the scratching of little feet, and she smiles instantly. As Tony comes around the corner; Josie is right behind him.
He walks over to her sitting at the table; he leans down as he says, "Good morning beautiful." She replies, "Morning sexy." They share a kiss that's broken by Josie standing up between them.
They both look down at her and smile; Kerry picks her up and plays with her for a bit. Tony sits down on the couch and she gets up to join him, as he turns on the television. He asks, "So are you feeling any better about the scene?"
She responds, "Not really babe; I just don't know if I can pull it off. I am going to be naked in front of 100 people and the world." He replies, "No, you won't be naked. You'll have your panties and bra on, and it will be on a closed set." The idea of limited personnel being present is a relief.
He smiles at her as he says, "What are you really afraid of Kerry? We both know you've worn skimpier bathing suits than what you're going to be wearing in this scene." He knows her too well; the bra and panty costume isn't the problem; he's so right. She decides to spill the beans. "T what if we go too far? You'll be shirtless, caressing me, kissing me. Hell just talking about it now is having an effect on me."
He sweeps her hair from her shoulder, and pulls her close to him, as he asks, "Do you trust me?" Without hesitation she replies, "Yes, of course Tony. But how do you know you won't let go and forget about the camera?" He responds, "Because Ker, I've been doing this long enough to know where the boundaries are on camera, even with you."
As he caresses her scalp from behind, and she leans her head onto his arm; she looks up into his blue eyes. He smiles at her as he says, "So will you trust me to guide you?" Listening to his calming baritone voice, coupled with staring into his amazing eyes, she utters, "Yes, I will. Now kiss me."
He smiles at her, as she lies down, and pulls him on top of her; they are immediately overtaken by the kiss. He lifts her night shirt, revealing her naked body, and he smiles with delight.
She grins at him as she pulls the top over her head, and she lies beneath him naked. As he rises up on his knees; he removes his shirt, and she runs her hands from his chest to his stomach, and rests her hands between his legs.
His body is impeccable; and his skin feels amazing. Touching him is one of her favorite past times. She knows how running her hand up, and down his body turns him on. Not to mention her hand play; that is his absolute favorite next to her tongue talents.
Seeing the desire in his eyes for her to touch him more intensely; she grips him, and he moans as she handles his manhood, and strokes him through his shorts. As he pulls them down to get rid of them; she's happy to see he's commando this morning.
As she increases her hand play; he caresses her outer thigh, moaning her name as he leans his head back, enjoying her touch. She loves how his eyes deepen, when he's filled with passion. He's peering down at her, and she is loving every second of this moment.
As her hand play intensifies; his moans do too. He's looking at her as she stares back at him. Angled perfectly between her legs, he extends his hands to the inside of her thighs. As he runs his fingers from her knees to her hips; hen notices a shift in her body. He realizes she's close to release, so she's sensitive between her thighs.
Loving the look on her face when she releases, as well as the sound of her releasing. He eagerly repeats the act three times, and on the third pass; she grips him harder, as her back arches, and her eyes roll back into her head. She moans incessantly as her body becomes rigid, and he slips his fingers between her folds, manipulating her pleasure center, and after three hard thrusts explodes screaming his name.
Feeling her release on his fingers; he smiles as he licks his fingers clean, and moans as he savors her sweetness. The taste of her essence heightens his desire for her, as well as her desire to feel him inside her. But he's not quite ready to give in yet. He wants to play a little longer; he loves the many ways he can make her release without full penetration, and they are closing in on his absolute favorite.
As her body completes its free fall through orgasm; he's back to massaging her thighs again. She lost her grip on him, and initially thought he released too. But she now realizes he didn't. She sees he's still at attention and her desire for him grows. He leans down to kiss her, and she wraps her legs around him. Their kiss intensifies; she feels him knocking at her door.
She whispers, "Give it to me baby." He responds, "No, not yet." She whines and whimpers so he teases her. She feels him against her, he's breaking through her crease. But he stops short, as he grazes her clit. She arches her back in preparation of his entry. But she quickly realizes the feeling of pleasure she's experiencing isn't from full penetration.
He's manipulating her clit with his tip, and running it up and down her lips. Her wetness makes the experience extremely pleasurable for both of them; she's thrusting her hips as he continues his artful manipulation. She's gripping his arm as she moans his name. Her arousal is spiking; she can't help herself. It feels so good, she can't hold back.
Her thrusts increase as she rounds the corner of her next orgasm. He rounds her center once, twice, three times, and then the flood gates open once more, as she pops up onto her elbows, again screaming his name.
As she falls back onto the couch; she's breathing heavy, and her eyes are glazed over, as sweat runs down her face. He feels the tension in her body relenting, as the release settles within her.
