"So this is it," Evelyn exclaimed as they stepped into her four bedroom two story house. Her nerves had been strumming ever since they had stopped at the nearby Old Navy for him to try on some clothes. She hadn't realized how handsome he had looked until he stepped out of the changing area with fresh, new clothes on. He was far too hot for her to handle.

Good going genius her inner party-pooper murmured depressingly. You're living with the equivilant of sex on legs and instead of bringing him down to your undesirable level you bring him up a notch.

Nonsense, was the counter-cry from her self-righteous side. You're doing this to help a fellow human being and not to get laid, no matter what your hormones are crying. She had to agree with the logic of her self-righteous side. Unfortunately, in the time it took her to agree, she had missed what her new house-guest had said.

"What was that?" she asked, realizing that he had spoken and she hadn't heard a word he had said.

"I said me eyes are struck with the wonder of yer home," he repeated, smiling. At least she hadn't offended him.

"Thank you," Evelyn said evenly, trying very hard not to seem to thankful for his praise. "You can choose from one of the two rooms on the second floor if you like. Or there's one on the first floor, next to mine."

"I don't mean to seem paranoid," he began slowly, "but I'd prefer a room near your'n." Her eyes found his and he could see the confusion in her stare. "I'd like to be able to protect ye if necessary. Ye've been kind enough to feed and keep me, the least I could do with me worthless hide is keep ye safe."

Evelyn smiled up at her new house-guest. "I'll need no protecting, though I appreciate the manly gesture," she said sincerely. "If it's the bedroom next to mine that makes you the most comfortable, then that's the one you're sleeping in."

Evelyn's new house-guest smiled, showing straight, white teeth. "It'd make me happier than ya can imagine," he responded, setting his recently bought bag of clothes just inside the bedroom next to hers.

He took a step closer to her – too close for comfort in Evelyn's opinion. Within seconds Evelyn lost all track of what was going on. Her new house-mates lips pressed against hers, searing her with the heat of his kiss. She had no idea how he had moved from his bedroom to hers, but he was there, before her, giving her all she had dreamed of the night before. She moaned beneath his passion, fueling him further, encouraging him to probe her mouth with his tongue and lips. Their kiss broke and Evelyn gasped for breath, small shudders rippling down toward her midsection.

"I…I….but," she started as he began kissing her again, more fervently than the last time. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked as gently as he could but Evelyn could hear the need in his voice.

"No," she said, simultaneously shaking her head, her reaction stemming from her own personal need. "Don't stop." Kissing her from forehead to chin, he covered her in a feeling that she had never experienced. Pushing her down upon her bed, his need burned her skin. His passion ignited a fire inside her that only he could quench. The touches and kisses he showered over her only fueled her need for him. She moaned beneath the weight of his masculinity.

"Please," she begged, unbeknownst to her. "Please make love to me." Her legs spread wider, opening to him her secret place. Removing his clothing, as well as her own, was simply an inconvenience that neither one of them noticed, and the task was finished before either one ever realized it.

"Evelyn," he moaned as he moved against her. She was slick and wet with need and he had all he could do to control himself.

"Please," she said one more time, raising her hips and giving him all that he needed. Slowly, gently, he pressed himself deep into her, inch by inch, grinding his teeth at her tightness. Her breathing became ragged and he could feel her nipples peak under the skin of his chest. She fitted him snuggly, her pre-orgasm spasms being so tight that they were almost too much to bear. Her sex fitted his like a glove, enveloping, surrounding, squeezing, until he couldn't take any more. She was too tight, too wet, too much for him to handle. Suddenly, she raised her hips to meet his, giving all that she was getting, wanting more than a gentle rendezvous. Her nails scratched into his back and he hissed in pleasure, stopping momentarily to regain his bearings. Having none of that she moved her hips against his again, provoking him, asking him with her body to move further into her, to give her more. He couldn't help but comply, giving her all of him with a groan of satisfaction. He watched the corners of her mouth curve up into an impish little grin. There was something about her. Something about the way she carried herself, about the way she spoke to him. About the way she made love. She was special and he knew it, and he'd be damned if he'd let it go. Holding on to his orgasm as long as he could, he slammed into her, hearing her cries increase in pitch and rhythm.

"Ah, love, ya feel too good," he groaned. "I'm about done."

"Yes," she cried, her tightness being almost too much to bear. "I want you to come inside me! Please!" At the exact moment that she said those heart-stopping words her clear blue eyes opened, pinning him to the spot, daring him to not love her, to not want her as she was. He couldn't resist, thrusting into her one, two, and then three, last times, finally letting go, feeling the freedom of her embrace.

He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the climactic moment, but instead he was focused too intently on her passion to realize the moment when he had come. Her breath caught within her magnificent chest, and her beautiful lips shivered in delight at the sensations that he was awarding her. She convulsed around his buried member, squeezing all she could out of him again and again until he was spent. He couldn't have asked for a better end to a night than to make his love, his future, feel like this. She sighed as they finished, sated and glowing. He kissed her lips, her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelashes, and even her hair as a sign of affection – there was no way that he was going to lose her. Not after searching for what seemed like forever. He would hold on to his true love forever if it cost him his life.