Chapter 5! I also want to let you guys know that everything from the original story will be in this version, but I will be adding my own chapter at the end. I just think that instead of ending the story like the original author did, I'll make an epilogue or something. Let me know in the reviews if that's something you want :)

Ally's P.O.V.

I woke that morning with anticipation coiling in my stomach. My alarm clock read 6:15 a.m. but I wasn't the least bit sleepy. Instead, I was jittery and restless. I needed to do something to release the butterflies assaulting my stomach. Except these were larger than butterflies, they were elephants jumping inside my belly.

I stood up from my bed, moving to shut off my alarm before it went off. I must have tried on dozens of outfits but nothing seemed right.

"Ally," Trish groaned, still half asleep. "Would you please be quiet or go back to bed?" She shoved a pillow over her head.

"Sorry, Trish," I muttered. "Austin models nude today. He's picking me up in less than two hours for us to go to his house for the painting."

Immediately, Trish threw the pillow away from her face and sat up, blinking in shock. "Do you mean to tell me that Austin Moon is picking you up today so you two can go to his house to strip and paint nudie pictures?"

"You make it sound so dirty," I accused.

"Isn't it?"

I rolled my eyes before trying to dress. She sighed. "Ally, that top is so outdated," she said patiently. "Can I help you get ready?"

I looked at her and said words that I would never have thought would grace my lips. "Yes, please." Grinning, she got up and began her work.

It was 7:52 when Trish finished. She had dressed me in dark, tight jeans and a low cut sunshine-yellow halter top. I was actually afraid I would fall out of it because it was so low. Thankfully, she let me by with some cute sandals. She had applied very little makeup. I inspected my face in the mirror. "You look lovely," Trish assured me, smiling softly.

As I thought about what was to come today, I couldn't break the ridiculous smile that spread over my face. Today, I was going to be with him – in the truest and most complete way two people could be together. Trish had evidently seen my insane grin.

"You really like him, don't you?" came her quiet voice.

I looked at her sweet, kind face. "Yes, I do."

"You have to go," she said finally. "It's eight."

I gathered my canvas and small batch of paints and brushes, flying down the stairs. The sooner I saw him - his crooked smile, the curve of his shoulders, his large, warm hands – the knot of anticipation would fade. I burst out of the front doors to see his slick black car waiting. My heart leapt and I nearly sprinted to his car. I heard the whirl of the electric window as it rolled down.

"Ally?" His voice was low, sending shivers down my spine. His eyes locked with mine and I stood rooted to my spot, just outside his door.

"Yes?" I breathed.

"You look beautiful."

I flushed with pleasure while I piled my things on the back seat of his car. I climbed into the passenger's seat, feeling awkward. The ride to his house was silent as we both thought about what lay in the very near future. So when we stopped, I looked up in surprise – we had arrived.

He quickly got out and opened my door for me. "Thank you," I managed, taking his outstretched hand to help me out of the car. Then he proceeded to carry my canvas and paints. "I can get those," I protested.

"But today you will not," he replied.

"And why is that?"

"Because I want today to be a sort of vacation where you don't have to do any work." He cupped my cheek with his hand. "I also want to pleasure you in every way possible.

I blushed bright red as my heart overreacted. He smirked at me before placing a too-quick kiss on my lips. I sighed, wishing that it was longer but he pulled back before I could deepen it.

"Follow me." He led me up the steps and into the house. It was small but clean. There was a large TV and expensive furniture. The kitchen was spotless and the dining room had a table made of carved mahogany. I saw two doors to the right which I suspected were the bedroom and bathroom. He turned towards me. "Where do you want to set up?"

"Um…" I had no idea. Last night I had been dreaming of things other than how I would paint him. "You can...go into your room while I sat up," I managed. I wouldn't look at him so when I heard the door close I let out my breath in a whoosh. I thought for a moment.

The morning sunlight came in best through the living room. I pulled a hard-backed chair just in front of it with the back towards the window so he would face away from the sun. Then I pulled a few handfuls of books from the bookshelf, setting them in hap-hazard stacks around the chair. I found Austin's easel and set it up. By the time I had everything ready I heard the bedroom door open.

The elephants were back and they were more active than ever. I almost felt as if I were going to throw up. I didn't turn to look, instead, I sat firmly in my chair before the easel, staring hard at the blank canvas no matter how badly I wanted to turn and see him.

"Ally?" he asked. I heard him walked over to me but I continued to stare at the easel. He knelt beside me. "Please look into my eyes," he said softly, his long fingers turning my head. I turned to find two very large brown eyes staring into mine. Anticipation quivered in my limbs. He grinned and cupped my face, bringing his lips to mine.

As soon as his mouth closed over mine, I lost it. I'm not quite sure what happened but suddenly I had to taste him. My hands tangled in his blonde hair, and I crushed my body to his. I felt his tongue caress mine. His hands circled my waist before moving to my breast. His thumbs grazed over my nipples and I moaned into his mouth. Somehow I was able to make my hands leave his hair so I could trail them down his strong, naked back. He groaned and it excited me. I wanted to hear him say my name as he experienced pleasure.

Too soon, he broke away, standing up. He was now three feet from me, chest heaving. And I was met with a sight that made my panties grow sopping wet. Directly in my line of sight was his erect cock. I had been right. Though I didn't have anything to compare it to except for paintings I'd seen, I was absolutely positive he was larger than normal. I didn't know how he would even fit inside me. I blushed darker and hotter than ever before. I stared at my lap.

But he would forever be imprinted on my mind. He was absolutely flawless. As perfect as an angel. Although, I couldn't imagine an angel having such a delicious looking body. I giggled, then blushed at my thoughts.

"What are you laughing at?" He sounded amused and I made the mistake of looking at him sitting in the hard-backed chair with an open book in his hands. Again, I saw that most secret of body parts. Not able to speak, I tore my eyes away and began to sketch on the canvas with my pencil.

Soon, I forgot my embarrassment and focused on mixing the paints correctly.

Austin's P.O.V.

I couldn't help but stare at her. I watched her small hands open the paint after she'd finished her sketching. Every few seconds her eyes would flash up to me. She was perfectly at ease and I realized she'd probably been painting her whole life. The chair was beginning to be uncomfortable, but I sat very still. I hid my cock with the book that I held in my lap.

I glanced up at the clock behind Ally. It read 1:55. I watched her solemn face. Her chocolate hair kept falling in her face and she flicked it quickly back, biting her lip. After what seemed like hours, she stopped.

She stared at her canvas, then looked up at me. "I think I'm finished," she finally said softly. Turning the easel around, she stood up.

"May I move?" I asked.

She nodded and I walked over to the painting. I gasped. I hadn't realized that she was that skilled. It resembled an Impressionist's painting. She'd caught the way the sun shone in through the window. The books were vivid. The figure that sat in the chair had been painted with a loving hand. The sun shone through his hair and fell softly across his skin. But the eyes were the most arresting feature - such a deep, true shade of green that they seemed to stare straight into your very soul. The figure in the painting looked straight out of the painting.

I turned to find Ally standing back, watching my expression. The most ridiculous grin spread over my face. It was clear that she felt deeply towards me, if she didn't already love me. That knowledge sent my heart soaring. Without thinking, I pressed my lips hard against hers.

At first she was surprised, then she began to react. Her arms wrapped around my neck, tangling in my hair, and she opened her lips to allow me entrance. I lifted her off the ground, my hands holding her rear. Her legs wrapped around my abdomen, pressing her core into my erection. She moaned and shivered against me.

I sucked on her tongue before breaking away to let her breathe. Unexpectedly, we slammed into the wall. She sucked in a breath. I was coherent enough to hope I hadn't hurt her. Her nails scratched my back and my lips found her soft neck. Biting and licking, I marked her just as she was doing to me. I made my way to her cleavage, but her top was barring my way. I growled in aggravation and pulled away. Her eyes wide as the sky, she stared at me.

"Maybe I should help you out of this shirt," I said, my voice huskier than I intended. She reluctantly unwrapped her legs from my waist, setting them back on the floor. She watched my every move as I slowly pulled the top over her head.

When it was off, I sucked in a breath. Looking into Ally's eyes, I raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"You wore black lace?"

She blushed and looked down.

"You are delicious, Ally," I whispered in her ear. "I might just have to devour your body."

Gasping, she clutched my neck. I loved what it did to her when I talked dirty. I could almost hear the pooling between her legs. Bending my head down, I trailed a line with my tongue over her chest until the bra became a hindrance. Her skin tasted phenomenal - sweet and salty simultaneously - and I was so hard I was afraid I might scare her.

When I quickly unbuttoned her jeans, she bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning. Stepping out of her dark pants, she stood in those tantalizing black lace panties and bra. The paleness of her skin seemed even more pronounced against the black.

I stood back, just looking at her. Through the lacy material, I saw her dark nipples. I saw her slim stomach, long legs, and wet core. It was a good thing I had cleaned up my room last night.

Ally's P.O.V.

His long, consuming stares were starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Evidently, the matching lace underwear set that Trish had made me wear were a success. Without warning, he swung me up into his arms, bridal style. I let out a scream of surprise, my arms going around his neck.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, breathless. His face, now less than an inch from mine, was flawless. He grinned wickedly and the elephants returned to my stomach.

"Taking you to my lair," he said lowly, executing a perfect rendition of the ultimate movie bad-guy.

"So now you're an evil villain trying to steal a poor girl's virtue?"

He winked at me, somehow managing to open his bedroom door. "That's exactly what I'm doing," he replied. When we entered his bedroom, I gasped. Sure, it was beautifully decorated, but it was the bed that shocked me. There, in the middle of the room, sat the largest bed I'd ever seen in my life. It looked like five people could easily fit in it with plenty of room to spare.

Laying me gently down on the soft mattress, he then proceeded to crawl up the bed towards me. His eyes were wickedly smug as he stared at me. Suddenly, he was a mountain lion preying on me, about to attack. My eyes grew wide and my breathing accelerated. Now he hovered over me, stopping.

I could hardly breathe.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice betraying me and quivering.

He grinned. "Why, Ally. I thought you would know," he replied evasively, bending his head and placed a kiss on my nose while his hand inched up my thigh. His lips traced my jaw before softly touching my neck with his tongue. I gasped and clung to his back. He chuckled and pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths opened, letting our tongues dance together. Now his hand moved slowly towards my core. When his fingers slipped inside my panties, I moaned, arching against him.

Then he stopped.

"Austin," I panted. "Don't stop."

"Tell me what you want me to do to your luscious body," he ordered, watching me. I was beyond any sentences. All I could manage was one-syllable words. He bit my neck teasingly. "What do you want me to do, Ally?"

"Please," I breathed.

"Should I tease your breast with my tongue? Or maybe you would enjoy it more if I was kissing my way down to your cunt." I felt his fingers graze over my sensitive nub. I moaned again and began to kiss and bite his neck, hoping to gain some sort of reaction from him. When I ran my tongue down his chest he groaned loudly, his grip on my waist tightening. I smirked and softly bit his nipple. He growled, making my lacy panties even more wet. I was positively soaking by now.

He took both my wrists in one of his hands and placed them above my head. "It's much easier to focus without you touching me," he explained.

"What if I don't want you to focus?" I said. "Maybe I want you to lose control."

"No. No, you don't." His eyes were so intensely staring into mine that I couldn't breathe.

"Why not?" I challenged, lifting one eyebrow.

He smirked. "Because I'll do this." And suddenly his mouth devoured mine with such force and aggression that I could only lay shocked. His hands tangled in my hair, pressing my lips to his. He sucked on my tongue. My skin heated quickly and the blood seemed to boil in my lips as I fought to get closer to him. I didn't realize until he broke our kiss that my bra was lying on the hard-wood floor.

I was gasping so hard that my lungs burned. His teeth bit my skin to where it almost hurt, but mostly just made me moan his name continually. His mouth closed over my breast. He swirled his tongue around and I cried out, arching, putting my breast more into his mouth. Pulling back, he swiftly but carefully slid my black lace panties down my legs. He put them slowly up to his face, never once taking his eyes from mine. Then Austin licked them.

My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned. I could feel this pleasure coiling in my stomach, becoming almost too much to bear. I heard Austin whisper in my ear.

"Your soaking panties taste so fucking good," he purred. "I bet you pussy would taste even better. Maybe I should lick your drenched cunt, taste how hot and wet I make you."

"Oh, God," I gasped.

His tongue traced a line from my navel downward.

"Why, Ally. Your delicious pussy is so wet that my bedspread has a dark spot," he scolded. "I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punish you." I felt his warm breath fan over my most secret of body parts, causing me to moan softly. Then his words sank in and my eyes snapped open.

He was positioned between my legs, but not as if he was going to enter me. His tongue slid over my thighs, cleaning up the excess that had spilt from me. I clutched the bedsheets, breathing erratically. I felt him tease my nub with a finger before plunging his tongue into my folds.

I gasped, arching sharply. I felt the heat of his breath as his tongue explored me. He then bit gently on my clit. My hands clutched his hair as my head fell back, my eyes clenched tightly shut. The pleasure washing over me was so overpowering, but wasn't as strong as my orgasm had been yesterday. It loomed, so close, but without Austin, I wouldn't be able to reach my release. He lapped at me while his right hand moved agonizingly slowly up and down my thigh. He spread my legs farther apart and I knew I was going to combust. Surely one person couldn't handle so much pleasure. He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his fingers.

But I couldn't remove my fingers from his hair. I was hanging on for dear life as I experienced every rippling wave that brought me towards my release. I felt him gently pry my hands from him with one hand as his fingers pumped me.

"God, Ally," he breathed. "You taste even better than I imagined." He roughly kissed me on the mouth. I tasted myself on his lips. I attacked his tongue with mine.

Suddenly, his lips and tongue on my skin, and his fingers moving inside me at such a fast pace, became too much. I was faintly aware of my scream as the rock wall of white-hot ecstasy slammed into me. My vision exploded in stars and my body stiffened, clinging to Austin.

It was a few moments before I could feel my body again. My toes were curled and I was still arched against him.

"Can you hear me, Ally?" he asked, sounding strained. I managed a nod as I came back to my body. "Fuck," he groaned. "I need to be inside you, please."

"Of course," I said simply.

I felt something at my entrance. His eyes stared deeply into mine, sobering me and bringing me out of the stupor I was in. And he entered me slowly, biting his lip to keep from being too quick.

My eyes widened. Oh my God. This was utterly different from his tongue or fingers. And he was so large. I could feel my walls expand to accommodate him. Abruptly, an overpowering passion consumed me. I held onto him, bucking my hips up. Now he began to move, making sure not to hurt me, but I needed him to go faster. This pace was torture. I moaned as he quickened his pace slightly, my nails scouring his back.

He licked and kissed my neck. Going faster than before, he held me. I moved my hips in rhythm with his. But it wasn't enough.

"Harder, Austin," I pleaded, panting. "Please."

Immediately, he slammed into me. I gasped, my eyes snapping open, and arched against his chest. Our sweating bodies slammed into each other. I could feel my second orgasm surging towards me.

"Oh God, Ally. Fuck," he groaned. "You're so tight and wet."

My walls clenched around his thrusting cock. He knew what it did to me to hear him talk like that. Instantly, I was sent over the edge. I screamed for the second time that day, Austin's name on my lips. He continued to plunge his cock into my pussy. I felt him cum inside me, groaning. I was riding out the waves of ecstasy that were so intense I thought I would surely be paralyzed from their force. My first and second orgasm were nothing compared to when Austin was inside me. Everything had changed when he entered me - it became more intense.

As I drifted down into reality from my pleasure, I felt him press his lips to mine. He started to pull out of me.

"No, don't go," I objected. "I like how that feels."

He smiled down at me and wrapped his arms around me as we laid on our sides. I fell instantly asleep. A few hours later I woke to fingers trailing up and down my body. I shivered, looking up. His eyes were large and very green.

"I'm hungry," I said unexpectedly, climbing out of the bed. I stood, naked, beside the huge bed before I walked to the open bedroom.

Austin groaned and clutched a pillow to his crotch.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

His vivid, devouring eyes stared at my naked body. "If you don't put something on, I'm afraid I'm dangerously close to jumping you, Ally," he warned.

I giggled. "Well, I'm starving, Mr Moon, and nothing but food can satisfy me." I gave my words an obvious double meaning. Then I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I grinned, remembering what I had said, as I raided the cupboards. The air was cool on my skin. I was thankful that the curtains were closed so no one could see my unclothed body.

I wondered when I had grown comfortable with walking around a house naked. I decided to make a bowl of cereal. Suddenly, I felt a prickling on the back of my neck, like someone was watching me. I slowly turned to find Austin leaning sexily on the counter in his black boxers, arms crossed, and staring at me as if he wanted to make me cum just with the mere force of his eyes. My knees buckled but I caught myself with the counter. He didn't move. I tried to ignore him but that was impossible. When I went to get a spoon I realized he was in the way of the silverware drawer.

"Excuse me," I muttered. But he was still as marble, his eyes appraising me. I crossed my arms over my breasts self-consciously. "Please," I added.

"If you want a spoon for your cereal, you have to do something for me," he began slowly, watching my reaction.

"I'm not having sex with you right now," slipped out of my mouth. I could have literally slapped myself for being so stupid. He grinned and rested his hands lightly on my waist. "Was it really so bad?" he asked, pulling me towards him. He placed a single kiss on the side of my neck. "Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Yes," I breathed, trying to resist the desire his touch ignited within me.

"Then why are you refusing to allow me to make love to you?"

It suddenly became impossible to obtain oxygen. "Because...I'm eating," I gasped.

"Actually, you have yet to get a spoon for your cereal. So unless you're eating with your hands, that's impossible," he pointed out, smirking. "Here you go." He held up the spoon for me. I reached out to take it but he jerked it back. "I'm afraid you'll have to work for it, however." His eyes flashed wickedly.

I knew what game he was playing. So I pressed against him and reached my hand inside his boxers. I softly stroked his cock. I smiled satisfyingly when he stiffened and groaned. I increased my pace slightly before yanking the spoon out of his hand. I rushed to my cereal bow. Catching sight of a discarded, over-sized T-shirt, I quickly pulled it over my head since I was no longer comfortable with my nakedness.

When I walked back towards the kitchen doorway, he blocked it. His eyes narrowed. "You're going to pay for that later."

My stomach tightened but not in fear, in anticipation. I squeezed through the doorway and ran into the living room. I curled up on the couch and turned on the TV with the elaborate remote I found. Austin sat down beside me as I tried to ignore his erection pressing into me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap.

"Hey! Look, it's a silent movie," I said in awe. I glanced up at the clock to find that it was 1:45 in the morning. It was The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I liked silent movies. They were the first kind of film produced. Sound hadn't yet been integrated so whenever someone spoke, the words would come onto the screen. The actors and actresses of the era had to be skilled in portraying emotion through their actions and facial expressions. I watched as Quasimodo looked down from the cathedral. I ate as I sat in rapt attention of the movie. I sat my empty bowl on the table beside us and played absentmindedly with Austin's arm. Soon, he whispered in my ear.

"If you keep wiggling around in my lap I won't be able to keep from fucking you like an animal."

My mouth hung open in shock. "What?"

"You keep moving around and I'm as hard as a rock. I won't be able to control myself if you keep it up," he warned.

Purposely, I wiggled some more, grinding into him. He growled and flipped me over so quickly I didn't have time to think.

"I warned you," he pointed out.

I fought to keep from giving in as he pressed me into the couch. This time, I wanted to be the one that brought him pleasure. "Austin, I don't want to have sex with you," I said, proud of my unwavering voice. He raised one eyebrow in skepticism. "I'm still hungry."

Rolling from beneath him, I rushed to the kitchen with my empty bowl. Dumping it in the sink, I ran back. But Austin was gone. Curiously, I looked around, but I didn't see him.

Then I went into the bedroom.

I found him rummaging through his drawers. "What are you doing?" I asked. He quickly turned around, shoving the drawers suspiciously closed. I cocked one eyebrow. He didn't bother to answer so I focused again on the task at hand. "Get on the bed," I ordered. He smirked and obeyed, leaning against the wooden headboard.

"You're sexy when you're aggressive," he observed. "It's quite a turn-on."

I ignored him and climbed onto the bed in front of him. Breathing deeply, I tried to become comfortable with what I was about to do.

Austin's P.O.V.

She truly was delicious when she was aggressive. I'd never seen Ally so assertive, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. And the sight of her in my T-shirt also turned me on. For some reason, I found it as erotic as the black lace.

Ally ran her small hands up my thighs so slowly I was sure she'd never get to my most needful of places. I had discarded my boxers when she had commanded me to get on the bed. I stared at her beautiful face as she focused on what she was doing. Her dark brown hair was mussed up from our activities earlier. It was literally sex hair. I felt her fingers close around my hard cock and I gasped.

She began to move her hand up and down my length. Oh my God, if I knew she was going to do this before, I'd have lured her into the bedroom earlier. She moved closer to me and increased her pace. The only thing I had to hold onto was the sheets.

I clutched my blue sheets tightly, gritting my teeth.

She traced her fingernail lightly across the sensitive skin of my member. I hissed and my head fell back. Her mouth replaced her hand. I groaned her name. She swirled her tongue around me and fit as much of my cock as she could into her mouth, using her hands on what was left, she sucked on me.

"You taste amazing," she breathed, kissing the head of my penis chastely. I groaned so loudly I embarrassed myself. Then she licked up the side of me as if I was a Popsicle.

"Fuck, Ally," escaped my mouth. My chest was heaving and it was so hard to keep from bucking my hips, but I'd probably seriously injure her that way.

"Austin," she whispered before she kissed my lips. I forced myself to open my eyes. She pulled away.

Slowly, she pulled my T-shirt over her head, freeing her glorious breasts. I bit my lip as I beheld her naked body. This woman was a goddess. Who else could have such a seductive body? I watched with wide eyes as she hovered over my erection. Slowly at first, she brought herself down onto me as I guided her hips with my hands. But when I got only an inch inside her, she gasped, dropping down on me.

It was so sudden, so rough, that I groaned louder than ever before. She cried out and moaned. I got a better grip on her tiny waist. It was a moment before she began to move. The angle of penetration was so much deeper as she straddled me. Ally's pace quickened and I guided her with my hands.

Her breasts bounced softly as she rode me. God, she was so tight and hot. Her walls clenched around my dick as waves of pleasure hit her. Her hands clasped my shoulders, her head falling back. I was panting and struggling not to grunt so much.

I clenched my eyes shut as little spasms of intense ecstasy consumed me. I leaned foreword to suck her breast. Soon she gasped and arched. I felt her tighten around my cock as she came. And for the third time that day, she cried out my name. I was soon behind her. I came with such a force and intensity that I knew I'd be sore tomorrow. Searing pleasure consumed my body. I gasped and my grip tightened on her waist.

"Ally," I groaned, throwing my head back. She stiffened with every aftershock of her orgasm, bringing me along with her whenever she moaned my name.

Afterwards, I lay with her in my arms. It was hours later before she would wake and I had a surprise for her. I grinned to myself as I imagined how she would look if I was successful with my plan. I fully intended to pleasure her thoroughly and today was just a start. There was much more in store for my Ally when she woke up.

I couldn't wait for the morning.