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A bit of smut in this. Hope you don't mind. ;)

Popping one of T.K.'s breath mints into her mouth, Sasha wiped her sweaty palms down the front of her dressing gown. Joe was supposed to be at her place in fifteen minutes and she was nervous. They'd made the arrangement the day before – the kids would be at school, he'd have finished his physical therapy for the day and both of them would have time to kill. She'd never exactly scheduled sex before, and he was showing up at her apartment at one thirty for that very reason. It was kind of booty call-ish, but in a strangely hot way, she thought. Their relationship was new and they both liked the pace at which it was going, but there was no harm in spicing it up. The lingerie that Pam had bought her couldn't go to waste. She finally made her pick after spending nearly an hour agonizing over which one to wear, concealing it with a silk dressing gown she'd borrowed from Pam. Sasha had thought herself not up to the challenge of dating, but she was getting the hang of it. Her self-confidence was gradually rebuilding and she had both her best friend and her new boyfriend to thank.

The knock on the door drew her out of her thoughts, and knowing who it was, her palms got sweaty again. Shutting her eyes and taking a few deep breaths, she silently pumped herself up before finally opening the door, where Joe stood holding a bouquet of red roses. She was glad to see his knee had healed well enough for him to make it up three flights of stairs to her apartment. It meant that he was ready for what was about to transpire.

The Samoan's brow arched as he took in the sight of her in a skimpy black dressing gown, the bottom of which swished open to give him a glimpse of her smooth, bare thigh. Joe shut the door behind him and advanced slowly towards her as she rested her weight on her hip.

"Hi," she greeted, feeling her anxiety melt away at the look on his gorgeous face.

Joe licked his lips as he looked her up and down. "You got somethin' for me, beautiful?" he inquired.

Without taking her eyes off him, she took the bouquet from him and tossed it over her shoulder, a sexy smile adorning her full lips. "How about you take a look for yourself and find out?"

Taking the invitation gladly, he untied the belt and slid the gown off her shoulders, unveiling the see-through red bra and panties set that he thought did the most sensual things to her figure. "You are so damn sexy, baby girl." He took his time looking her over, and when their eyes met again, the desire that radiated through his gaze had moisture pooling between Sasha's legs. Closing the space between them, she boldly brought her hand to the front of his pants. "What about you handsome?" she said, "You got somethin' for me?"

"You bet ya fine ass I do," he grinned seductively, planting his large hands on her waist. "And I'ma give it to you right now."

Sasha let out a very unladylike squeal when all of a sudden he lifted her into his arms. "Oh my gosh, how do you just pick me up like that?"

"Baby, I bench-press three times your weight on the daily. This ain't nothin'," he said, barely finishing his sentence before Sasha's lips covered his in a hungry kiss, her legs locking around his waist. Joe's long legs quickly ate up the short distance between the front door and her bedroom. They fell onto the narrow bed with her on top of him, and Sasha clasped his face in her hands as the kissing became more passionate and touching became more adventurous. She ground her crotch against Joe's, making him moan before he rolled her onto her back and returned the favor. Her outfit suddenly felt too constricting, and she wished desperately that he would rip it off her.

"I like this," Joe commented, his fingertips running across the sheer fabric that barely contained the ample swells of her breasts. "You look great in it." He smirked. "But you'll look better out of it." He didn't take his eyes off her as he slid her panties down her legs. He sensed her impatience but he kept his movements slow. His fingers found her sex, the Samoan humming his approval at the wetness he felt there. "Oh yeah. You're nice and ready for me, huh?"

A sound of frustration left Sasha's lips. She yanked his shirt over his head, then flipped him back over and straddled him in one smooth motion, then planted a long, wet kiss on his mouth. They writhed against each other, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the small bedroom. She traced the tight muscles of his body, now familiar with the spots that made his breath quicken and his pulse spike. Joe bit his lip, watching her tongue trail down his body, her hair falling around her face in a sensual cascade. She stopped between his legs, grabbing his pants and underwear, and he lifted his hips so she could pull them off. Pride swelled inside him at the way she stared at his hardened length. "You see that? See what you do to me?" he told her, "One look at you and my dick is hard as a fuckin' rock."

She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk on her luscious lips. Her fist closed over his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smile widened when a sharp hiss escaped him. Licking him one more time, she lowered her mouth over him, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

"Fuck," Joe groaned, closing his eyes as her warm mouth enveloped his dick, her hand pumping him up and down. He gently raked her hair out of her face so he could watch her work him. Her nude ass hovered in the air and she made little erotic sounds that only turned him on even more.

This was the first time Sasha fully appreciated the power a woman wielded when she had a man literally by the balls. She wasn't sure she'd ever really understood how arousing it could be to know that every flick of her tongue, every slide of her mouth, could affect a man's pleasure. But looking up at Joe, his eyes sinfully dark, his chest heaving with labored breaths, she understood. And she liked. A lot.

"Baby...Fuck, you're so good at this," Joe grunted, his words disappearing in a load moan as she switched to his balls, pulling and tugging with her mouth before swallowing one whole. Her hand kept squeezing and stroking his length, her tongue running over his scrotum, and he moaned again, his grip on her head strengthening.

Sasha released his balls with an audible pop, grinning up at her boyfriend. "You like that?" she asked.

"Your turn, baby girl," he answered, "Turn around so I can get to you."

Pushing back the hesitation bubbling within her, she moved, with Joe shifting her body and legs so that her thighs were on either side of his head. She was very aware that the position put her butt right in Joe's face, and who knew what was hanging around back there.

What she didn't expect however, was the foreign, wet warmth that suddenly invaded her core. She shrieked in surprise as she felt Joe's face pressed between her thighs. His tongue flicked across her entrance again and again, stealing her breath away. It felt so good, so hot and intimate that she just lay there stunned, her body tight and tense with pleasure.

"Don't stop, baby girl," said Joe, his voice raspy. "Suck my dick with that beautiful mouth."

Damn, she almost forgot. Swallowing hard, she tried to refocus on pleasuring him. His tongue lapped at her folds, causing her head to bob faster on his shaft in response. Her weight rested on him, and she could feel his hard muscles beneath her, and the press of his fingers into her thighs as he held her legs apart. He ran his hands up her backside, humming appreciatively. "I love your ass, baby," he drawled, "So fuckin' round and juicy and perfect."

Another home run by the Samoan. He had a way of making her insecurities disappear as soon as they popped up, without her even voicing them. In appreciation, she dragged the flat of her tongue along his length. This had to be one of the sluttiest things she'd ever done, but right now she felt like the hottest, sexiest slut in the world.

Damn, she's so fuckin' good. That was all that went through Joe's mind as she continued to go down on him, feeling the sensations deep in his bones. He fought tooth and nail to keep his hips from bucking, but when she took him all the way into her mouth with the tip hitting the back of her throat, his whole body jerked and he leaned his head back, groaning loudly in utter pleasure. He took a few ragged breaths, trying to come back down to earth. He spread her wider with his fingers, lapping, swirling, circling all over her opening, then sucking, not stopping until he'd had every last drop of her.

Nothing could have prepared Sasha for the onslaught of Joe's mouth. It worked expertly over her folds, alternating eager, frantic thrusts and licks of his tongue with the slow sucking of his lips, with the never-ending swirl of sensation coiling tightly in her body. Without warning he smacked her butt, eliciting a yelp from her. The sharp pain only served to intensify her pleasure. He didn't let up with his ministrations either, and letting out a strangled cry, her head dropped on his hip. "Oh god, yes...fuck...ohhhh." The last word was more of a groan than anything. Breathing hard, she slowly lifted her head back up and sucked him back in, twisting his length with her fist, trying to work him as hard as he was working her body.

"This ass," Joe's deep voice rumbled, smacking it again and squeezing. "Them big titties," he cupped her breast from inside her bra. "This sweet pussy right here?" He accentuated his words with another sucking kiss, and Sasha's moan was almost a scream. "Mine. All mine. Do you understand me?"

She released him briefly to glance behind her. "Yeah baby. All yours," she gasped and writhed, "Eat your pussy, big boy." She never used to be one for dirty talk, but that deep, sexy baritone voice of his took it to a whole new level, and she couldn't help but embrace the erogenous banter wholeheartedly.

Joe continued to fuck her with his tongue, running a hand up and down her back. In return, she sucked on his balls again, only for him to counter by delving his tongue even deeper into her, his goatee tickling her sensitive area. Several minutes passed of each trying to one-up the other until it became too much for Sasha. "Fuck!" She pushed herself up on her hands and arched her back, rolling her ass back and forth against his face. Joe smiled triumphantly, letting the sound of her breathless moans wash over him. This was his aim; to have her feeling so good that she stopped thinking and simply reacted to sensation. He let her grind on his tongue for a while before pushing her head back down to resume her assault on his dick. Sasha stayed on him, trying to keep her rhythm when all she really wanted to do was collapse in agonized ecstasy. She rolled her hips back and forth to keep riding his tongue while she sucked him, reveling in his low moans of approval. There was only this amazing moment between the two of them, locked in mutual, unbelievable pleasure.

"Baby, stop."

There was no way she'd heard him right. "What?"

He almost laughed at the incredulous tone in her voice. She sounded like she wanted to kick him and he didn't blame her. "I don't actually mean stop. Turn over. I wanna come inside you." It was an effort on his part asking her to pause at all, but it was for a good cause as he knew he had very little control left in him. When she moved off him to take off her bra, he hastily grabbed his pants and retrieved a condom, rolling it on and stroking himself in anticipation for her. "Come here, baby girl. Come ride this dick."

Sasha was on him a flash, and his lips parted when she lowered herself onto him. She braced her hands by his head, and his breath caught when she began to ride him, bouncing up and down on his hard dick. Her full breasts jiggled with each move she made, and he couldn't help but take them into his big hands and pull her taut nipples. Sasha moaned her pleasure, and he carried on squeezing her breasts, groaning aloud as he felt her pussy get wetter. He then shifted his hands south to clinch her ass, enjoying how it flexed against his palms. She tucked her face into his neck, her hot breath fanning his skin, and he pressed his mouth to every part of her he could reach. The bed began to rock as her hips pistoned, their moans increasing in frequency as he met every roll of her body with deep, filling thrusts. The feeling was so good that neither wanted it to end.

"Fuck," Sasha whined, grabbing Joe's hair, "Oh babe, I'm gonna come..."

He gripped her gyrating hips possessively, guiding her up and down his erection. "Yeah? Is my girl about to come?" he asked, nibbling her earlobe.

"Yes," she panted, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she rode him faster and harder. "So fuckin' close, Joe."

"Look at me, beautiful. Let me watch you come," he said, pushing her head up to lock gazes with her. Her pupils were dark and dilated with desire, reflecting the passion he was feeling. He wrapped his arms around her middle and held her still against him, then pushing up on his heels, he thrust his hips up, pounding mercilessly into her pussy until her cries gave way to a shuddering scream. Her walls milked his dick greedily, triggering his own release, and Joe's groans and curses filled the room as he climaxed, emptying his hot load into the condom buried inside her. With a soft euphoric cry, Sasha laid limply on top of him, her body feeling like lead. That was so, so good. Several minutes passed before either moved, with their lips reintroducing themselves and legs and arms twining lazily together. The kiss went on and on until neither had the energy to continue.

"Does everyone in your family have grey eyes?"

Playing idly with his hair, Sasha grinned when Joe raised an eyebrow at her random question. Her nude body was stretched out on top of his own and he gently stroked her back. He wasn't set to leave for another couple of hours but if Joe had his way he'd never leave her bed.

"Just me, my mom and my oldest sister," he answered. "My dad, my brother and my other sister have brown eyes. We're split down the middle."

"I think it's cute that you're the baby of the family," said Sasha. "For starters, you don't look like the baby of any family."

"I get that a lot," he quipped, watching as she rested her free arm against his own. He marveled at the contrast of their skin tones; her caramel to his olive, her dark to his light. It was a beautiful sight.

"I bet your mom's still super-protective of you," Sasha said.

Joe shrugged, intertwining their fingers. "Every mother is super-protective of their kids. You probably know a thing or two about that," he smiled.

"And what about your fans?" She didn't have a Twitter or Facebook or any social media account, but Pam occasionally showed her some of the stuff the Shield's fans would post online. To label them as weird would be a gross – no pun intended – understatement. "They're certainly possessive of the three of you," she noted.

Joe snickered at the creeped-out look on her face, knowing exactly what she was talking about. He'd encountered a few of them personally, and the experiences were interesting, to put it politely. "They're enthusiastic, that's for sure."

"They all want to fuck you or marry you or do something sexual with you. If they find out you're no longer single they gonna hunt me down and hang me by my damn nipples!" Sasha shivered in fear at the thought.

This time it was a full-blown laugh from the big man. "You got quite the imagination, baby girl. I get what you mean though. I'll admit they have their moments, but a lot of them are actually quite cool." Brushing her hair out of her eyes, he looked at her. "So does this mean we're keeping us quiet for a little longer?"

She was silent for a minute. She knew he wanted to at least tell his parents about her but she would be lying if she said she herself was ready. Placing a kiss on his chest, she said, "I know you want to tell your folks and all, baby, but I just got you. I would like to have you all to myself for a little longer. I like that we've been doing this quietly but I guess it's up to you. I'm just kinda terrified of being put out there."

"You? Terrified?" Joe scoffed. "Impossible. You're one of the feistiest, sassiest women I know."

"I am not sassy."

"Babe, that's like saying the sky isn't blue. You're sassy and I love that you are. It's such a turn-on. Hell, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Sasha shifted, and sure enough his arousal was poking her thigh. "Joe!" She smacked his arm.

"What?" He held his hands up innocently. "I'm just being honest."

"You're insatiable," she giggled.

"And you love it," he retorted, her laughter cut short when he rolled her onto her back. They stared into each other's eyes for one charged moment, and Sasha smiled, brushing her knuckles over his cheek. The gesture caused his heart to pound in his chest, filling him with an emotion he couldn't quite describe. He kissed her deeply, spreading her legs back apart with one nudge of his thigh, swallowing her moans as he entered her and the magic began once again.

A/N: Ah, nothing sexier than pillow talk – and some good old loving, of course. Hope it wasn't too sappy. Another important topic popped up though. Hmm.

I am so hating on Sasha right now, lol. I want a younger Adonis sexpot of a man too!

Top-to-bottoms, please! I'd love to know your thoughts on the update!