Author's Note: Knowing that this what all of you have been waiting for, I'm not going to go on and on here.
Okay, so maybe I will. Shamefully enough, I broke my pace. I don't have the next chapter written already, and it's really freaking me out. I'm going to work double-time on this fic so that I'll have chapters up sooner. It's just that ever since school started, I've been really, really exhausted. Too exhausted to write, so I hope you guys understand. Besides, Christmas is right around the corner!
And, speaking of holidays, guess who's turning a year older in fifty minutes? Clearly, I am going out with a BANG. How nice of me to update this fic one last time as a sixteen year old — with smut! Love me forever.
Lastly, as for how long this is going to be, I have no ide. I actually have this fic all planned out already and my outline isn't that long! I think I'm just drawing out the events so that I'll have more chapters. But just like the rest of you, I seriously have no clue how long this is gonna be.
Enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: If I owned this thing, Sandy and Kirsten would be planning for my big birthday party right now. Seriously.
STOLEN
Sandy and Kirsten remained in their position for the longest time, perfectly content to be kissing for the moment. Even without words, they immediately came to agreement that they wanted to take things slow. He kept his hands cupped on her face, his thumbs gently caressing the delicate skin on her cheeks as he sensually explored her mouth with his tongue. Kirsten returned his kiss softly yet playfully at the same time, meeting his tongue with hers and massaging it in a gentle manner that nearly took his breath away. She marveled at the sweetness of his taste, making her aroused and lusting for more.
As Sandy captured her bottom lip and stroked it with his tongue, she moved her hands to his shoulders and gently eased the both of them down onto the makeshift bed with him hovering above her. He was hesitant to rest too much weight on her body, afraid that he would crush her. He broke off the kiss and looked down at her in concern.
"Are you okay?"
Beneath him, with her golden hair splayed messily on the sheets, she smiled and nodded up at him. "I'm a little nervous." Kirsten added after a moment's hesitation. She didn't tell him that it was the first time she was doing this, but she was more than grateful that it was Sandy who she was going to share this one-night stand with. Not only did he know what he was doing, but he was a gentleman to her as well. She couldn't ask for more from such a considerate partner who not only sought to obtain pleasure, but aimed to give her hers as well.
"But I'm definitely more than okay." Kirsten reassured him after he looked uncertain. She gave him one more smile before she left a lingering kiss on his lips. She was about to plead him not to stop when something came to mind.
"Before we continue, I want to ask you something." Sandy searched her eyes as she spoke and nodded to her request, as if telling her to go on. He was tempted to leave kisses on her bare shoulders when his head registered the serious tone in her voice. He looked intently at her instead, giving her his full attention.
"This is… this is…" Kirsten emphasized her words so that he would understand what she was talking about. "I don't know what this means, Sandy. I mean, I know what this is, but… I—"
Seemingly understanding her point, he shushed her by putting his index finger lightly on her lips. "No strings attached, Kirsten." He assured her. "No future to think about. This can just be… this." Sandy traced the outline of her moist, pink lips before he slowly removed her finger so that she would be able to talk. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
That was exactly what she wanted to hear. Even though she and Jimmy had been long over, Kirsten felt as if she still wasn't ready to have another relationship like that, and especially not with Sandy Cohen. They were so different from each other that she just didn't see what would hold them together if ever they decided to take that route. All she wanted was this one night between them. One night, with no expectations for the future, no explanations, no apologies, and hopefully with no regrets.
Kirsten nodded. "Yes."
Satisfied, Sandy brought his head down to hers and kissed her again. She parted her lips to grant his tongues' entrance, and he immediately deepened the kiss, giving her what she wanted so desperately. His hands traveled along the sides of her body, coming to a rest on her calf where her party dress ended. He kept his hand steady on her knee as the other traveled beneath the fabric, not getting close to where it mattered just yet, but contenting itself by caressing the soft, warm skin on the inside of her thigh. Even with the slightest touch, she was so responsive and Sandy loved it.
Kirsten surprised him once more when she broke off all contact with him and guided him up to a standing. He was initially confused, but when she met his lips with hers briefly before her hands began undoing the buttons on his shirt, he immediately understood her intentions. As her hands worked, Sandy pressed her body to his chest. He ran his hand down her spine until he finally found the zipper of her dress. Moving in synch with her, he lowered the zip down to the small of her back slowly, almost as if he was teasing her. By the time he was finished in unzipping her dress, she was already done opening all the buttons on his shirt, and was now pushing the material away from his broad shoulders, wanting to see all of him.
Kirsten's eyes darkened in desire as she looked at his bare upper body appreciatively. She was definitely not off-track when she fantasized about that body beneath the shirt when she encountered him earlier in her kitchen. As if in a trance, she ran her small hands all over his chest, feeling the hard, defined muscles beneath her palms.
Sandy closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel exquisite pleasure at her touch on his skin. "Oh, Kirsten." He whispered breathlessly as she explored him, taking her time as she did so. He felt her hands brush over his nipples teasingly and bit back a moan, not even knowing that the slightest touch there could be such an incredible turn-on for a man. He could already feel himself growing, and found himself arching to her whenever she discovered a sensitive spot. However, when he felt her curious fingers trail over the line of hair that led beyond his pants, he knew he had to make her stop.
"Kirsten, please." Sandy sounded strangled as hands circled her wrists and pulled them far from down there. She looked apologetic and stepped back, letting him take a moment to regain his breathing. She never thought that she could make him lose control so easily.
"I'm sorry."
Sandy shook his head before opening his eyes. "We were both going to be really sorry there if you didn't stop when you did." He told her light-heartedly, not expecting that he would make her smile at that comment. But she did, even chuckled, relieved to know that she hadn't done anything wrong to him.
"Well, I guess I should thank you for stopping me." Kirsten teased, making him smile back at her.
Having somewhat recovered, Sandy pulled her back in his embrace, where he felt she truly belonged. He left a kiss on her nose as his fingers played with the thin straps of fabric that held her dress up. "For the record," He murmured, punctuating each word with a peck on her lips. "I didn't want you to stop."
Their lips met again in a passionate kiss. He gently backed her up against the mail truck wall before he pressed his groin to hers, letting her feel what exactly she was doing to him. The moment she felt his hardness, Kirsten moaned in delighted surprise, unable to believe that she really had that effect on him. She ran her hands up and down his muscled arms as she continued to kiss him, and Sandy felt on the verge of losing control again with the sensory overdrive she was causing within him. He needed to divert her attention, and fast.
Pulling away from her lips, Sandy pinned her wrists onto the wall so that she wouldn't be able to touch him. He moved his kisses along her jaw line and listened for her cues as he kissed every inch of skin on her neck, intent on finding spots that would drive her crazy. He immediately knew it when he found one because she would let out this breathy gasp that was just music to his ears. He would continue to lavish his attention on that particular spot, enjoying the sounds of her moans before he would move on and look for another one.
"Mmm, Sandy." Kirsten moaned breathlessly, her eyes flickering open and closed. She tugged her wrists from his grasp and took hold of his head, encouraging him to continue. She raked her fingers through his mop of jet-black hair as he relentlessly nipped on her flushed skin. "You're driving me… oh, you're driving me crazy." She gasped as he buried his face in her chest as his now-free hands traveled up to feel her curves through her dress.
That was it; Kirsten felt that she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled him back up to her and kissed him ardently, letting him know just how desperate she was getting. He seemed to get the message and moved his hands to push the straps away from her shoulders while she moved her arms so that the dress pooled to the floor effortlessly, leaving her in her matching underwear.
Sandy rested his hands on her hips as he took his turn admiring her gorgeous body while she began undoing the buckle of his belt. The lamp at the far corner of the room bathed Kirsten in yellow light, making her blond hair gleam and her skin glow radiantly. She was a little on the thin side, but she had curves in just the right places. He could see that she didn't have very big breasts, but that didn't matter to him very much. Seeing how hard her nipples were through her lace bra was enough of a turn-on for him.
Kirsten looked up as she finished unbuckling his belt. She met Sandy's gaze and bit her bottom lip rather adorably as her fingers made their way to the button of his pants. She paused, wordlessly questioning him if he wanted her to do the honors. Sandy just smiled and nodded, encouraging her to continue.
Once he stepped out of his pants and kicked them off somewhere, he slowly descended to the mattress, taking Kirsten with him. Sandy laid her out on the sheets and leaned over to give her a kiss. He distracted her with his tongue while his hands made their way under her body to undo the clasp of her strapless bra. She was so lost in his kiss that she didn't realize he had removed it from her body until she felt her bare breasts against his chest.
Sandy pulled away to admire her incredible figure once more, this time with her breasts exposed to him. The sight took his breath away. Her chest rose and fell seductively as she breathed, and this made him give in to temptation. He lowered his head to kiss the very tip of her breast before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking it gently. His hand gave the same attention to her other breast, fondling it as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. Beneath him, Kirsten writhed in immense pleasure, digging her long fingernails into Sandy's shoulders as she fought to let out a scream. It had been far too long since she last did this, and she almost forgot how incredible it felt like. She could feel herself getting wetter as Sandy's mouth and hand changed places. Unable to help herself by now, she let out a moan and arched her back, giving him greater access.
Kirsten barely felt him leave her breasts as he trailed kisses down her stomach and past her belly button. Unconsciously, she parted her legs, much to Sandy's delight. Without pausing, his eyes looked up at her and he felt as if he could've come from the sight alone. She was breathing heavily, shaking her head from side to side in her pleasure. Her flushed skin was starting to glisten with sweat, and her rosy nipples were still wet from the attention he gave them moments earlier. This was the most erotic sight Sandy had ever laid eyes on, and he was sure that this image would be prominent in his future fantasies about her.
Before she could realize that he had momentarily stopped, Sandy lowered his head to her stomach and began kissing her again, moving lower and lower until his lips met the delicate fabric of her underwear. He hooked a finger through the rim and pulled it down from her long legs, leaving her completely nude on the bed. He kissed his way up, from her ankles, to her calves, along the inside of her thigh until he finally reached his destination. He spread her legs once more, letting him see her in all her glory, and it was most definitely not a disappointment.
Kirsten felt herself getting more and more excited as she waited for the inevitable moment, but her anticipation was nothing compared to the actual feel of his lips caressing her right there. She let out a sigh of relief, which quickly faded into several breathy gasps as he pleasured her masterfully with his tongue. A loud moan escaped her lips, knowing that she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing them in this area. As he moved to suck on her clit, Sandy inserted a finger into her moist opening. Together, his mouth and his finger worked on helping her reach her climax.
Her hips rose up to meet the gentle thrusts of his finger as more moans escaped from her lips. Sandy could tell that she was getting close, but still, he didn't stop, desperate to please her, determined to give her the pleasure that she deserved. He was so focused on the task at hand that it took him a moment to realize that Kirsten was begging him to stop.
"Sandy, stop!" She cried out, though obviously her body language was saying otherwise. Breathing heavily, she forced herself to push him away from her throbbing, heated core. She lay limply on the bed as Sandy withdrew his finger from her. He wondered what was wrong, what made her want to stop when she was obviously enjoying herself.
He kissed her way back up her body, lingering on her erogenous zones before reaching her lips, where he kissed her briefly. "What's wrong?" He asked, worried that he wasn't pleasing her the way she wanted him to, or that he wasn't pleasing her at all. No other girl had ever urged him to stop what he was doing when he was down there already.
A few seconds passed before Kirsten slowly opened her eyes. The reassuring smile that appeared on her face melted his heart, but it was the words she struggled to let out that completely eased his worries away. "I want it to be with you. Please."
Sandy couldn't help but be surprised, but who was he to deny her? He leaned over to give her another kiss, a deeper one this time, letting her fully taste herself on his tongue. After a few moments, they reluctantly broke apart, and Sandy got up to retrieve the doggy bag from the table where he left it earlier. As he made his way back to her, he kept his eyes on Kirsten, who was smiling seductively at him. That grin alone made him wonder what he had done to be so lucky tonight. In fact, Sandy was beginning to feel thankful about the Paul and Larissa incident back at the party; otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in this mail truck with the loveliest girl he had ever met, who was willing to share one special night with him.
Sandy set the package on the floor beside the bed and found his way back to Kirsten. He settled himself on top of her body, careful not to rest too much weight on her small body, but making sure to add pressure in all the right places to let her feel what exactly she was doing to him. Kirsten let out a breath she had been holding as she felt him settle in between her legs, his hardness rubbing against her groin which caused the most pleasurable friction. As her excitement increased, so did her desperation and her desire to finally see what her lover had to offer.
"Sandy, you're overdressed." She mumbled breathlessly, lifting her hips higher to meet his teasing thrusts. Kirsten's hands traveled down his toned back until they rested on the fabric of his boxers. She slipped one beneath the garter, cupping a feel of his ass before moving her hand to the front where she finally took a hold of him. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his cock. He was immensely hard, but the skin was soft to her touch, something she marveled about as she slowly moved her hand up and down his length.
"Oh, I was hoping you could fix that." This time, it was Sandy's turn to moan as her hand worked its magic on him. He didn't think it was possible, but he could feel himself getting bigger. His bigger hand joined hers in stroking himself for a moment before he gently pulled her hand away and guided it back to his boxers. Together, they pushed it down his legs, and he kicked it off somewhere.
As the boxers lay forgotten in the heat of their undeniable passion, all Sandy longed for was to be finally physically connected to Kirsten. He thought he could climb out of his skin just to be able to slide his body into hers and do things to her that she never thought possible even in her wildest dreams. But the sight of the brown paper bag caught his attention, and her gaze fell on it at the same time. As much as he hated the thought of putting it on, he knew that if they were really going to do this, they need to be responsible lest they regret it later.
He took a pack from the bag and held it out to her. "Do you want to do the honors? Or would you rather I do it?"
Kirsten's curious gaze traveled from the silver foil to Sandy. He really thought that she was going to let him do it instead, but after a pause, she grinned mischievously and took the condom from him. "I'll do it."
He watched with interest as she struggled to open the sealed packet. Eventually, she tore it with her teeth and wordlessly instructed him to lie on his back so that she could put the condom on him. The moment that he felt her fingers massaging him as she rolled the silky latex down his length all the way to the base, Sandy groaned and closed his eyes, never expecting that putting on a condom could be such a pivotal part of foreplay. Right then and there, he vowed never to put his own condom ever again.
"Okay?" She said, once she was satisfied that she had him covered.
Sandy forced his eyes open, only to be met once more with the seductive sight of Kirsten on top of his body. With the way she was straddling him, he allowed himself to enjoy the view. She was so sexy, and knowing that she was nude for his eyes only made him pant harder in anticipation. He drew in a sharp breath as he looked at her with lustful eyes.
"Maybe you need more practice."
Kirsten's eyes widened, but she grinned once she realized that Sandy was just teasing her. "Well, we'll have the whole night for that, won't we?" She taunted with a gleam in her eyes, which was the last straw for Sandy. He gently eased her off his body and flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. He meant to taunt her back with some smart-ass comment that only he could come up with. But words disappeared the moment that he held her helpless under his control. There wasn't a shred of fear in her eyes – rather, trust shone through those dark blue orbs. Trust, anticipation… lust.
"I'm going to take you, Kirsten." Sandy knew it was the right thing to say when he saw her pupils dilate in her excitement. He settled himself between her legs and entered her slowly, letting the both of them get used to the feel of being physically connected. They stared into each other's eyes, never breaking contact as he filled her deeply until he was completely sheathed inside her body.
Kirsten moaned, lifting her hips to move against him. He met her movements with gentle thrusts, not wanting to increase his speed if she wasn't ready yet. Sandy remained at his slow pace, doing everything in his power to control himself. The sound of her harsh breathing and her moans were turning him on even more, and he was afraid to reach his peak before she reached hers. He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered softly, "You feel incredible."
"You're incredible." She breathed in response as she writhed beneath him. Sandy was no doubt the best lover she ever had. Not that Kirsten had a lot of guys to compare him with, but it was never like this before. The slow pace was sweet agony and she felt that she could go on in this bliss forever.
Eventually, the desire curling in her belly slowly drove Kirsten off the edge. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as her pleasure escalated, feeling as if her body was on fire. Sandy listened to her cues. When she said, "Faster," he increased his swiftness; when she said, "Harder," he did just that. He was so desperate to please this woman that he barely noticed how everything was taking its toll on him. Like her, his breathing was ragged, and sweat covered his body in a light sheen.
"Scream for me, Kirsten." Sandy whispered hoarsely as he withdrew from her body until only the tip was left. Then he plunged back into her, making her scream out what vaguely sounded like his name. She was so aroused that it made pistoning in and out of her easy for him that his control was slipping.
"Do that again." Kirsten rasped, sounding helpless as she bucked up to meet his thrusts, bringing the both of them closer to her peak. Her senses were getting numbed that all she could think about was how insatiable they were. She pulled Sandy's head down to hers and kissed him, not caring how sloppy it was. Sandy swallowed her moans as he kissed her back, massaging her tongue with his. He could tell that she was close, and if it seemed possible, he moved even faster, and penetrated her as deep as he could.
Suddenly, Kirsten let out a cry as she climaxed powerfully. He could feel her inner walls throbbing against his manhood, but he struggled to control himself, letting her have her pleasure first. She rode the waves of her orgasm for such a long time that he felt he was going to explode any moment now.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she lay limp and completely breathless on the bed with Sandy still moving within her. Slowly, Kirsten opened her eyes, only to see Sandy with his eyes tightly shut, obviously on the verge of coming.
"Come for me, Sandy." She coaxed, breathing heavily into his ear as she kissed him again.
"I'm trying to hold back for you."
"Do me a favor. Stop trying." And with the sweet seductiveness of her voice, Sandy finally exploded within her.
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