A/N: Finally, Carlos and Steph make it to the bedroom. Warning of smut. Sorry this chapter is on the shorter side, but it was much longer before with much more detail in their first time. Alas, I am still too shy and unsure about getting that detailed with it.

Chapter Sixteen

Over the next six weeks, Carlos and I went out on dates at least twice a week. We went hiking, to an amusement park, to an aquarium and on one memorable occasion, we drove to New York and saw The Lion King on Broadway. It was an amazing show, and I loved every minute of it.

He had been letting me dictate the pace of our physical relationship, but we had steadily been getting closer with searing hot kisses and caresses that left me feeling overheated and jelly-legged.

Finally, one night I was completely ready to be with him in every way, and during dinner I picked up his hand and kissed his palm as I suggested, "let's go to your apartment after we're finished here," while looking him directly in the eye.

His eyes grew darker and his gaze more intense as he studied my expression. Something he saw in my eyes must've revealed what I was feeling because he leaned across the table to kiss me.

We rushed through the rest of the dinner, finding small ways to touch each other throughout.

When the server came at the end of the meal to collect our empty plates, she asked brightly, "will you have any dessert tonight?"

Carlos' mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing. I knew what he was thinking, but I just smiled at her and said, "no thank you." She nodded and left before returning moments later with our check. Carlos smoothly slipped his credit card inside the leather folder without looking at the total and handed it back to her.

Carlos drove us back to Rangeman and pressed two buttons on his key fob as we stepped into the elevator. He stood against the back wall and pulled my back into his front, holding me tightly to him as he kissed the side of my neck. I made a little noise of protest until he whispered, "I scrambled the camera feed, babe." I grinned wickedly and ground into him, evoking a groan from him. I could feel how hot and hard he was already as he continued to ravish my neck.

He picked me up and carried me to his apartment when the elevator door opening, reassuring me the camera which normally covered the hallway was also disabled. He didn't stop until we were in his bedroom, and he set me down in front of his bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against his body. He kissed me softly and said, "are you sure, babe? If you tell me to stop at any point, I will stop. No matter what, okay?"

I responded by plastering my lips to his, marveling at how sweet and thoughtful he was. Before long, I was standing in front of him in my best bra and panties, shyly taking in his nude body. He laid me down on his bed, lavishing kisses on me, trailing down my body until he reached my lace-covered bra. His hot breath covered my nipples and he freed both my breasts, impatiently pushing the bra down rather than undoing it so he could cover them with his mouth and fingers, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me. He pulled down my panties slowly, baring my sex to his overheated gaze and he stroked me gently and so tenderly I nearly screamed in eagerness to feel more of him against me. He traced my body with his tongue until he reached my clit, circling it lazily as he pushed two fingers inside me. He thrust inside me and suckled my nub until I felt the delicious tight pressure building inside me from my feet upwards, finally exploding in pleasure as I cried out. I pushed his head away, the intensity of the sweet pleasure getting almost painful. I whimpered, "please Carlos, I need to feel you inside me, please." He grabbed a small foil square from the bedside table, opened the package and rolled the condom down his hard length.

He rolled over, bringing me with him until I was straddling him. "Babe, you're in control, okay?" I leaned over and kissed him, reaching underneath me to take him in hand, lifting my hips up until I could lower myself onto him slowly. We moved in harmony, touching, teasing, stroking, until we were both on the edge. He whispered, "lean back" and I did as he said, feeling him hit me in a different spot inside until my orgasm crashed over me, bringing him to his own release a second later, groaning out my name as he came.

I collapsed on top of him, completely still as I caught my breath. He ran his fingers along my back in languid circles and kissed my temple as I burrowed into his neck.

I lifted myself off and lay next to him with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Thank you, Carlos" I said softly.

"Why are you thanking me, babe?" He sounded slightly amused.

"For giving me control, for making me feel safe. For making me forget how I met you and instead feeling grateful that I did."

His arms tightened around me. "Babe, you don't need to thank me. You've been the best thing to happen to me in a very long time, and I'm happy you gave me a chance to show you how much you mean to me."

A/N: So I'm from the west coast of Canada, but last September I did travel to New York City and we did see The Lion King on Broadway. It was the most amazing show and I loved it and New York, so it was the inspiration behind one of Carlos' and Steph's dates.