"I'm tired of fucking around with you," he said in a voice so low she wasn't sure she was supposed to hear it. "I'm not good at these things..." her arms gripped his hands, still set around her waist. "I want to be with you, but I can't promise I'll do things right."

"If you're trying to apologize already for things you'll do wrong, don't. I want the 'you' that will fuck things up and get under my skin. You drive me crazy... and I love every minute of it," she whispered hotly in his ear, nipping and licking him there in between words.

He spun her around in his arms, pressed her harder against the rail and kissed her on the lips, finally. It wasn't as urgent as the last one they shared. His lips glided over hers softly and slowly. He kissed her over and over again because they had all the time in the world. He kissed her like that until she finally seemed to grasp the idea that she should be kissing back. Her arms traveled up his body and wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to her as she could.

She moved her lips against his, they worked perfectly together, and neither set was taking or giving too much at once. She opened her mouth to him and his tongue sought hers out.

She moaned as he traced his tongue around her mouth, as his hands traveled up and down her sides. Encouraged, he heated the kiss up, showing her more passion. His hands worked more feverishly, grabbing, pulling, and palming her body.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, without rush. Hands and mouths did the talking as they explored what the future might hold.

"Greg," she breathed after awhile. He knew what she meant. He latched his mouth onto her neck again while he let his hands travel to her breasts. He slipped his hands into her dress where it cut down to show off her cleavage. She sighed as he took hold of her there, squeezed, kneaded and rolled the flesh and nipples around.

Her hands fell to his belt buckle and she hurried to unclasp it. She could feel his erection through his pants and stroked what she could of his length a couple times before she concentrated on the zipper there. She heard him groan and smiled into the kiss they were sharing.

She shoved his pants and boxers down slightly, enough to gain access to his cock, which she now stroked again. She could hear his breath getting more and more ragged as he kissed her.

He bit down on her bottom lip and removed his hands from her breasts. She missed the contact, but she immediately felt his hands on her thighs, shoving the bottom of her tight dress up to her waist. He reached around and squeezed her ass over and over again, making her throw her head back and sigh.

He fingered the top panty line of her thong, followed the lace around to the font and teased her there by slowly, painstakingly pretending to pull them down centimeter by centimeter. He knew she wanted him in her as soon as possible. He'd be damned if he gave her what she wanted before he worked her into a frenzy first.

"Damn it, Greg," she whined. She stopped rubbing his dick and angrily shoved her panties to the side, letting him know she wasn't in the mood for games. This time he laughed as he kissed her.

"Eager, are we?" he grunted to her while he let the fingers of his right hand stroke her slit up and down, feeling how aroused she was. Her response to both his fingers and his question was a small cry. She looked at him with a shy look as she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He kissed her hard and slid a finger into her all at once, curling it inside her. She gasped and ground her hips against his hand. He added another finger and started moving them in her, scissoring them, curling and flexing them, plunging them in and out over and over. He listened to her cries and moans, feeling his own arousal heighten.

She was clutching his shoulders now, her nails digging into his skin there. One of her legs was lifted and wrapped around his body, giving his better access. His left hand held her thigh up, gripping the flesh of her leg and ass and massaging as he let his fingers fuck her senseless.

She sucked on his neck and jaw, kissing him and nipping him as she came close to her first climax. As she felt her muscles start to contract, and as her cries became louder and more desperate, he removed his fingers suddenly.

This time she did slap him. It stung, but he let it slide.

"Please…" she pleaded. He chuckled, kissed her again on the mouth and positioned himself at her opening. This time he watched her face as he pushed into her, pleased at the pleasure that washed over her immediately. "Oh, God…" she whispered.

He let her adjust to him, and wasn't surprised when she squeezed his ass to pull him toward her and ground her hips at the same time, letting him know she was ready. He got to work fucking her. The first few pumps were slow, and fairly gentle, but she was moaning out requests to him after no time.

The sound of her voice was intoxicating to him. She was whining in the most incredible voice things like, "Oh, fuck yeah." And "fuck me harder." And "Ahhhh… yeahh... Come on…"

He was encouraged by the sounds she was making and he pumped her harder, slamming into her. She bucked her hips toward him, meeting each of his thrusts with fervor.

They kissed over and over, lips, teeth and tongues crashing against one another. Their hands explored every bit of the other they could reach, given the amount of clothing they were both still wearing.

He felt her closing in on the edge, and he reached down to rub her clit as he fucked her a few more times. She bit down on his shoulder, but she still cried out as she came. Lifting her head as the last waves of the orgasm washed over her, she looked him in the eye and let out a few more moans, laced with hot and dirty words.

"Ohhhhh, fuck me, Greg. Ahhh. Yeah." And that was all it took for him to come too. His seed poured into her, his eyes rolling back. She kissed him as he pumped a few final thrusts into her and she swallowed his grunts while massaging what she could of his back and shoulders.

Finally, she felt her legs go weak, and she was lucky to be pinned between him and the rail, or she would have fallen. They kissed one another languidly as they came down from such passion.

She broke the silence now, as her hands roamed his chest and her eyes stared his down.

"Is your leg okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned. He kissed her softly.

"It's fine. I'm in love with you." Oh, shit, he thought. He said that out loud, didn't he?

She didn't look the least bit surprised, but instead closed her eyes slowly and let a small smile take over her face. He hadn't meant to say that, but the look on her face caused him to fall for her all over again.

"I want this to work," she said quietly. I know it probably won't, and I know at the very least it will be more difficult than either of us can currently comprehend, but I don't think I can go a day without this happening… now that it has. I know you probably didn't mean to admit that out loud, but I will. I'm completely in love with you." Feeling embarrassed about rambling on and on, she dropped her head to his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. He reached up and stroked her hair.

"I think I would be the happiest man on Earth if this were to happen every day…" he trailed off for a moment while he brought her face back up to meet her eyes. "You make me happy, Lisa."

She smiled at that, and embraced him again.

"Can we get out of here?" she asked as she began pulling his pants and boxers back up to their original position while he started straightening her dress. "You'll be staying with me tonight, by the way."

"What? I didn't agree to that," he started to protest but she silenced him with a lingering kiss and a stroke or two below the belt. "Alright… that can be arranged."

They shared a small laugh and finished dressing. He grabbed his cane, the bottle of scotch and her hand and they made their way home. Finally.