I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. It was colder than I thought it would be. If I had known the living room would be this cold I would have worn more than my red "rock star" tank top and a pair of Paul's boxers I had adopted. I got up and walked over to the leather lazy boy and grabbed the crocheted blanket off the chair to wrap up in. After getting back to the couch and covering myself up I tried to accomplish the task of warming up. Nothing good on TV. Infomercials, Infomercials, Infomercials. I flipped the channel to VH1's Insomniacs Theatre. Even they weren't showing anything good. I somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch and when I woke up Paul was covering me back up with the blanket and turning off the TV.

"Mhmm." I stretched. "How long have I been asleep?"

"I'm not sure. I woke up and you weren't in bed so I got dressed, came down here and found you asleep on the couch. I've only been down here a few minutes. How are you feeling." Paul kneeled down on the floor in front of where I was lying.

"Cold!"

"Awww."

"I should have put more clothes on or something."

Paul began lowering the blanket from around my shoulders and asked, "What are you wearing under there?"

"Just a tank top and boxers." I pulled it up over me again. "It's hard to get warm if you keep doing that!" I said as he tried pulling it down again.

"But I wanted to see what you looked like under there."

"Are you going to help warm me up?" I cooed provocatively, leaning in for a kiss.

"And how exactly do you want me to do that?"

"Well..." I trailed off, my eyes moving across the room slowly.

"Hmm?"

"I've always heard that the best way to warm up is with body heat from another person." I purred.

"Anyone in mind?" I gently punched him in the arm and kissed him again. He pushed me back so I was lying flat on the couch and straddled me at the hips. I reached my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down to kiss me passionately. He pulled the blanket all the way off of me and looked at my body. "Ooh, I seem to have got myself a hot little rock star here. My god I love the way that shirt looks on you. It really accentuates your features." He had the cheesiest grin on his face when he said that! Paul cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed them, then started gently biting and licking my nipples through my shirt.

"Ahh." I moaned and rolled my head back, pushing my breasts up towards him. One of his hands began to move lower between us and rub the outside of my thigh. I stopped him and we both sat up, then I pulled his shirt up and over his head and licked and kissed his chest, nibbling on his nipples. He whispered some incomprehensible words and moans then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away and kissed me harder than I'd ever been kissed.

After he pulled away I took one of his hands in mine and stared at it for a few seconds, licking my lips. I softly kissed the tip of one finger then drawing it into my mouth. He urgently pulled up on my shirt trying to relieve my breasts from enclosure. I moved away from him and he basically ripped the shirt off me in one smooth movement. Before I could even blink he had his hands, tongue, and lips all over my breasts and was sucking away.

We ended up horizontal on the couch again, and my hands searched for the button to his jeans. I playfully felt my way around before unzipping him and slipping my hand barely underneath the fabric. I reached in below his boxers and felt his hard-on growing. I cupped my hand around it as best I could and lightly began stroking. He moaned around my nipple, sending waves of pleasure throughout my own body.

We parted for a second or third time and looked in each other's eyes. His were full of pure passion, love, and wanting and had this sparkle to them that he only gets during extreme arousal. He stood up and dropped his pants in front of me. I got to my knees on the couch, quickly slid the boxers down my legs. Then I took his dick in my hands and started stroking him up and down, swirling my thumb around the head occasionally. His hand slid between my legs and felt how wet I was getting.

"Mmm, my pussy cat seems happy. You are so wet." Paul slid one finger across my clit and I let out a short gasp. He began to move one finger in and out of me. I let him know what he was doing was appreciated by kissing the head of his cock and gently caressing the rest of his cock with my hands. I licked the head and tasted the precum on my tongue before nestling my head in his neck and sucking way greedily.

Before too long I heard the unmistakable moans of a guy getting ready to cum coupled with him tweaking my nipple roughly. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I slowed down what I was doing on him.

I stood up and crushed myself against his chests, my nipples digging into his chest, his cock poking me stubbornly. We once again embraced in a passionate kiss as he picked me up and laid me down on the carpet in front of the couch. Kneeling between my legs he ran a finger carefully across my dripping pussy then brought it to his lips, tasting my juices. I sat up and kissed him, running my tongue around his, tasting myself very slightly. He laid me back on the carpet and moved further down between my legs.

I roughly caressed my own breasts as I felt him massaging my inner thighs with his tongue and slowly pushing my legs apart with his hands. He began placing kisses directly on my pussy and my breathing immediately increased. My chest raising and lowering with every breath. He penetrated my vagina with his tongue and an approving moan of "Mmmphf". A cry of passion escaped my mouth and I urged him to continue. His tongue explored every fold it could reach, and then he spread my pussy lips so he could go deeper still. A small spasm goes through my body, starting at the spot his tongue touched me and going all the way through my fingers and toes. My lower lip quivers and I give up the notion of even trying to retain some self control.

Suddenly he pulls away and kisses me deeply on the mouth. My tongue starts to roam as I tasted him; one of my hands starts stroking my clitoris as we continued kissing. My hips begin rocking back and forth as the movement on my clit became more urgent. His hands were moving all over my body, pausing on top of my hand and we played with my pussy together. My breathing was shallow and quick as I felt myself approaching orgasm. I removed my hand and placed my finger on his lips, offering it to him. He took it and began to suck on my finger, then turned us over so he was lying on his back and I was on top. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up towards his mouth. I got off him and turned around; straddling his face and smiling at his cock which was waiting for some more attention. He helped me lower myself to him and he started licking the entire length of my pussy.

"Holy Shit." I screamed as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I leaned down and slid the head of his engorged cock between my lips and loosing all sense of reality. I worked my tongue in circles and stroked the rest of the shaft with my hands. He bit down lovingly on one of my pussy lips and at that I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could, then began bobbing up and down on his cock. He continued sucking firmly on one of the lips of my aching pussy. His tongue slid inside me again; I moaned around his cock, feeling that I was getting closer and closer to climax. Before I had a chance to cum he slowed down and pulled away, fondling my breasts while I suck on him a little longer, then pulling out of my mouth and laying me down on my back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me, licking my lips. He positioned himself above me and teased my pussy, rubbing the cockhead around the outside very lightly. I pushed my hips up, arching my back, trying desperately to get him inside me. He grabbed my hips and ever so slowly inserted his cock inside my pussy. The response was instantaneous; I cried out his name and dug my nails into his back. My muscles contracted around his cock as he thrust further into me. He decided to suck on a tit as I shouted out for him to go deeper and faster. He replied with a moan and went deeper. I muffled a scream of passion in his shoulder; his cock kept increasing its speed, pulsing away in my pussy. My body couldn't take it any longer and I exploded in a wave of passion. My body spasmed uncontrollably. I scream out "Oh my GOD, Paul!" before relaxing again. He pulled out all the way briefly before slamming into my throbbing pussy. Another wave overcame my body and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he switched tits and started sucking on the other one. Each thrust of his cock was more intense than the last, our breathing was heavy, and our combined juices were covering his cock and balls and were soaking my ass. There was no turning back from that point; we were gone off the deep end.

My pussy sucked his cock deeper and deeper as he thrust harder and faster, he cried out "Ahhh" as he approached the ultimate peak. "Oooohhhhh my god!" he thrust into me one final time and his face contorted as he came. My entire body quivered one last time before he collapsed on top of me and lied there for a few seconds before kissing me deeply, searching with his tongue.

He rolled off me and positioned himself on his side, facing me, then pulled me towards him. I kissed him, turned around in his arms so we were spooning and pulled the afghan down over us. He held me close to him, his arm around my stomach, below my breasts and kissed my shoulder softly and I fell asleep there in his arms.

I was in my bedroom putting the laundry away when the song "Smooth" came on the radio. I immediately turned it up; it was one of my favorite songs of the moment and it just made me want to dance. Nobody was around or else I wouldn’t have done it, I’m way too self-conscious usually.

So anyway, I totally fell into the music; dancing and getting myself worked up. Hell, I was practically getting turned on just dancing by myself. If I do say so myself, I danced pretty well. I just know I would never be ale to do anything like that in a club. It was so… sexual. I ran my hands over my body and was seconds away from just taking my shirt off. When the song was over the DJ started talking ad I heard someone start clapping. I jumped and turned around to see Paul standing there with the biggest grin on his face. I picked up one of the shirts from the laundry and threw it at him. "Freak!"
"Hey! What? You put on a good show." He said, catching the shirt.

"How long have you been standing there, anyway?"

"Well, most of the song. I came up to ask you to turn it down, then changed my mind when I saw you. You really are quite good." He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. "How come you’ve never danced like that for me before?"

"I don’t know… you never asked." I kissed him. "Would you like me to do a dance for you sometime?" I whispered in his ear provocatively, rubbing my left leg softly between his legs.

"Oh god yes." His hands were assaulting my body suddenly, and his breathing turned slightly heavy. I think my dancing really did turn him on!

"So what song do you want me to dance to?"

"Mmm. I really loved the way you were moving to Smooth. Could you possibly," he whispered, kneading my breast through my shirt, "do that for me?"

"Anything you want, baby. Grab a seat, I’ll get the CD."

Paul pulled a chair from the corner of the room into the center, closer to me. I put in the disc, flipped to track 5, and pushed "play" and "pause." I turned around to him and told him to sit down. He did, and I told him to get comfortable, I’d be back in two seconds.

I went to my dresser and his eyes followed, wondering what I was planning.

"Close your eyes!" I said as I pulled something out and headed to the bathroom. In there I closed the door and looked in the mirror. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then undid my bra and slid it off down my arms. Then I put the other shirt on. It was a tight, short sleeved; cranberry colored button down little thing that ended about an inch above my navel. I knew it drove Paul wild, what was the reason I bought it in the first place. I smiled at myself in the mirror then went back into the bedroom.

"Oh my. You look so incredibly sexy right now, baby. You know, we could just skip the dance-"

"No way! The fun has barely started. Now promise me you’ll let me do this my way. Just sit back and enjoy the show, ok?"

"Promise." We kissed briefly before I went to turn the song on. With one final thought I pushed "repeat" then "play" again.

I heard the unmistakable drums that started out the song, and as the guitar chords filled the room I started dancing. I turned around to face Paul and he was jus sitting there watching me intently, his lips parted slightly.

As Rob Thomas started singing I changed a bit and danced more to the lyrics than anything else. I moved so I was directly in front of him and closed my eyes. As I got more into it, and the chorus came on, I let my hands become his, touching me how he loves to. I played with my breasts through my shirt and was thoroughly enjoying this idea of dancing for him. Once I felt confident enough, I took two steps forward so my legs rested on either side of his chair and leaned forward and placed my right hand on the back of the chair. I never stopped "dancing" until then, when I stopped long enough to kiss him passionately. His tongue invaded past my lips and explored eagerly. I pulled away mid-kiss. He started to say something, but I put a finger to his lips to stop him. I then performed the first lap dance of my life. I think it turned me on as much as him! I could feel he was already pretty hard as I started grinding my pussy against his crotch. His hands held me at the waist as I danced with him. With my left hand I unbuttoned my shirt slowly revealing my silky breasts. I leaned forward so my breasts were just inches from his face.

Taking advantage of that, his hand moved from my waist to my breast as he leaned forward and licked my nipple then sucked it into his mouth. I moaned softly and forgot about the dancing as he bit down playfully.

"Shit, where was I?" I asked jokingly as I pulled away from him.

"You were about to lead me over to our bed."

"Liar!" I laughed.

We fell silent and I started dancing again for him.

"Oh god, Hon, you keep that up and I’m gonna cum before anything happens." He panted.

I took the hint. I stopped dancing but remained on top of him. I removed his arms from around me and intertwined our fingers as I held them high in the air. I let go and in one swift movement his shirt was off him and on the floor.

I again took hold on his hands but this time encouraged him to stand up. I then kissed and licked my way down to his stomach, then after unbuttoning and dropping his pants, further still until I reached the base of his penis. He wasn’t wearing any underwear today.

I grabbed the shaft with one hand and kissed the swollen cockhead, parting my lips and licking the precum off. I took the whole head in my mouth and started sucking and licking in a circular motion while stroking the shaft with my hand. He moaned and grabbed my head with his hands, trying to thrust more of him into my mouth. I looked up at him and his eyes were focused on me. I didn’t stay at his cock long, though. I wanted that man inside me. I stood up again and pressed myself against his chest. We kissed as his hands unbuttoned my shorts and slipped them off. His hand reached between my legs and started stroking me through the material of my panties. The kiss ended and he pulled my panties down my legs. He knelt down and held his hand out for me to join him. I went down on my knees and again we kissed. He pulled me towards him and crushed my body against his. Somehow we ended up rolling around on the carpet. He was about to enter me when I stopped him.

"Rug Burn" I panted, not wanting to explain any further. He rolled off me and quickly grabbed the comforter from the bed and threw it to the floor. We moved over there and continued. He climbed on top of me and I grabbed his cock, easing it inside me. He moaned as I did this and started sucking on my neck. He just stayed there fully inside me for a second, sucking on my neck, kneading my left breast. He started thrusting slowly at first, then built up speed. He slammed into me over and over again; I loved every minute of it.

I writhed under him in orgasm, crying out his name. He just kept right on going sending me into another orgasm, not letting me calm down from the first one. My nails dug into his back as I held onto him. I wrapped my legs around him and matched him thrust for thrust, trying to get him as deep as possible inside me. A third more intense orgasm overcame my body before he came, slamming into me and grunting something incomprehensible. My body kept shaking as he thrust softer another few times before collapsing on top of me, spent. I just closed my eyes and waited for the effects of the orgasm to wear off before moving. He rolled off of me onto his side and kissed me softly after regaining some strength. Then he pulled my body towards him and onto my side, away from him. We spooned, he sucked on my neck for a little while, and I said softly to myself, "We’ll have to try that again sometime," before dozing off to sleep, exhausted. The sounds of Rob singing "or else forget about it" once again could be heard in the room.

I walked in the room behind Paul, put down my bags next to a wall, and looked over at him as I closed the door. He was kneeled down in front of one of his bags looking through a pocket.

I collapsed haphazardly on the bed and just laid there face down with my eyes closed.

"Tired?" Paul asked. I couldn’t really tell where in the room he was.

"Uh huh. Do you mind if I just sleep like this? I don’t feel like moving"

"There’s no room for me" he said climbing on the bed and straddling my back.

"Sorry. Can you find some other place to sleep?"

"I could go knocking on other rooms and try to find some pretty lady who will have me." He said rubbing my shoulders.

"That’s not exactly what I meant"
"Are you sure? I could probably find somebody, I mean I am a big rock star and everything."

"Yeah, whatever. No, I think you can stay right here in this room."

"Good, I’d rather stay here with you anyway."

" – But I’m still not moving from this spot"

"Don’t you have to get undressed before you go to bed?"
"I’m thinking I could just sleep in my clothes"

"Not if I have anything to do with that decision"

"But you don’t!" I said grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and throwing it behind me towards him.

"Oh yeah?" he said, getting off me and pulling off my shoes. I just giggled into the blanket and tried my hardest to hinder his progress.

He rolled me over onto my back and started unbuttoning my jeans. I kicked my leg at him and hit him in the stomach.

"Oh, you’re in for it now!" he said pulling my jeans off me. He got back on top of me and grabbed my wrists with his hands. He moved them above my head and held them with one hand. Then he leaned down and kissed me.

When the kiss ended I asked him "Is that my punishment?"

"It’s not much of a punishment is it?"

"No, but I wouldn’t mind if it you punished me some more like that."

"Does hat mean I could really punish you by not kissing you again?"

"That would be more like torture!" I complained.

He just smiled and said "well good, torture sounds like fun doesn’t it? What the hell am I kidding, I’d be torturing myself if I couldn’t kiss you again."

"Well I would kiss you right now but I’m kinda restrained. I can't do anything.

"Could this be what Rob originally meant by ‘I wanna take you for granted?’"

"I hope not. I hadn’t even met Rob when he wrote that. He surely couldn’t have meant he wanted to do something like that to me!"

"He better not have! Intruding on my woman. I’m sure I could do this much better than he can anyway."

"Oh yeah, most people don’t carry on conversations like this with their hostages."

He laughed again, then kissed my shoulder, letting go of my hands and pulling my shirt up and over my head.

I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me and into a kiss. He pulled away once again and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. I undid his belt and slid it out from his jeans, then started unbuttoning them.

He moved off and next to me so his pants could be taken off; they too went flying somewhere across the room. I heard a sound as they hit a lamp, knocking it to the floor. It didn’t break luckily, and I started laughing. Paul looked at me, saying "what" before starting to laugh himself.

"Watch where you throw your clothes next time, okay?" I said in between giggles.

"Hey, I can’t help it sometimes. I get excited and my aim gets shot" he whispered.

"I’m sure you could try a little harder not to hit things that break though!" I laughed.

He got back on top of me after removing his underwear, and left a trail of kisses from my lips down to my stomach, where he stopped to remove my panties. Then he continued going down on me. I moaned his name as he dove his tongue inside, exploring every fold and tasting my juices. I grabbed his head and moved against him, bucking his face almost. He stopped short of making me cum and looked up at me, licking his lips in satisfaction.

"Asshole!" I panted, pulling him towards me. He asked why I called him an asshole and I responded, "It’s not nice to tease like that. Getting me all hot then stopping before I get off." I whispered, trying to act all helpless.

"Ahh, but the fun’s just started, m’dear." He kissed me, and I could somewhat taste myself on his lips. He must have decided that this was his night to pleasure me, because he started kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples only seconds later. Once again I moaned, and arched my back. With his hand he massaged my other breast, before switching and taking my other breast in his mouth. After a few minutes he decided he’d had enough and re-positioned himself above me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, he moaned into my mouth as he entered me. I closed my eyes, and breathed in. For some reason I was loving the way he smelled at the moment, all hot and musky. He kissed my shoulder quickly and increased his pace, he had definitely enjoyed using my body as he wished just a few minutes prior, and he wasn’t going to hold out very long. My legs went around him and I pulled myself up to him, matching him thrust for thrust. We came together, yelling out random things as we did. Collapsing on the bed, we basked in the aftermath and knowledge of what had just occurred before drifting off to sleep. Before I did, I whispered in his ear, "You are the best Paul John Doucette. I love you."

I heard him as he came into the room and closed the door behind him. I heard and felt it when he sat on the edge of the bed and got undressed. I felt him as he got in bed beside me and kissed my shoulder. He traced the rose tattoo on my shoulder with his fingers; the feel of his touch woke me up from my half-sleep state.

I rolled over onto my side so I was facing him and looked into his eyes, not saying anything. I just smiled and kissed him. I reached over and ran my hand through his hair, that color looked so good on him and I love the touch of the spiky hair and the way it felt to my hand.

He put his arm around my back and pulled me closer to him and into a kiss. I could feel his excitement growing as he pushed me onto my back on the bed and got on top of me. His hand traced my shoulder, and the other hand moved down do my breast where he stayed for a little while, rolling my nipple between his fingers. He moved down on me, making a line of kisses from my lips to my breast, where again he stopped for a minute. He started sucking on my left breast. I arched my back underneath him and moaned softly. He didn’t stay there long and continued down to my stomach where he flicked my navel ring around with his tongue, then went back up the other side of my body, and back to my lips where we kissed deeply for a few minutes, our tongues dancing with each other.

"Pauly," I whispered, "Fuck me." I kissed him again, "Now." He didn’t respond. I don’t think any guys need more incentive than that.

I arched my back as he entered me, a soft moan escaping both our lips. I closed my eyes, letting my sense of touch take over. He moved his hands up to rest on either side of my head, kissed my neck and started moving in and out of me. As he started gaining momentum I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking down at me. I smiled and giggled a little, the face he was making striking me as funny.

He grinned back at me and whispered, "Oh god I love you." My whole being melted beneath him.

"I… oh fuck. Oh yeah, I… I love you too…. god damn." I responded, digging my nails into his back. I moved my arms up to the headboard of the bed and wrapped my fists around two of the rails, so I wouldn’t scratch up his back completely.

He moved one hand from next to my head down on my waist, and then he slowed his pace. I don’t know how he could have managed it, the look on his face looked like he was on the verge of cumming. He slowed down almost to a stop, driving me absolutely crazy. I tried to change his pace, and found out why he moved his hand to my waist. We kissed, my tongue searching and aching for him. He changed up his pace again, slowly building up speed until I cried out, not able to take it anymore. He wasn’t done though, and kept right on going, sending me beyond ecstasy as another orgasm overtook my body. He finally came, thrusting himself as deep into me as he could, and issuing a guttural moan from his lips.

He collapsed on top of me and rubbed my shoulder lightly with his right hand. After a minute he rolled off me and I moved so I was lying on my stomach next to him, my head on his chest. I fell asleep right there, listening to his heartbeat.

We stepped outside onto the deck behind the beautiful wooden cabin we borrowed from one of Paul’s friends for the weekend. It was the last free weekend he had before the band went on tour. I wasn’t coming with them, I had to work and stuff, Paul wanted to do something special with me away from everyone else before he left, it would be awhile before they had a break from touring. It had been awhile since we were alone too. There were always parties to go to, appearances to make, people to see. I love it all, I really did, I love being social and meeting new people, but I’m also a very private person and like having time to myself. If my head was spinning this much, I can only imagine what it was like for Paul. But he’s not like me, he loves being the center of attention sometimes, and I don’t think it got to him as much it did me. That was another reason I declined to go on tour with them.

The cabin was more spectacular than I could have ever imagined. Once I got there I didn’t want to leave. It was so serene, so quiet, and so peaceful. There was a small lake down behind the cabin, and on a night like this, it just took my breath away.

It wasn’t dark, the moon was out and reflected back from the water, making it seem all the more beautiful. I sat down on the deck swing and Paul came over and, not saying a word, sat down next to me. He grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers. We had just gotten done talking to Rob on the phone; last minute details of the tour were in the process of being figured out.

"Lets go skinny dipping!"

"What?" he asked, slightly amused.

"I want to go skinny dipping." I repeated, standing up and starting to walk across the deck towards the stairs.

"You’re crazy!" He said, not moving from his spot on the swing. I knew he didn’t like water, but it didn’t matter to me, I loved it. "That water must be freezing"

I turned around to face him. "It’s a lovely night, Paul. It’s warm tonight, the water can’t be that cold. Are you joining me?" I said, then pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it at him "Or am I going to go all by myself?"

"Oh, now that should be considered bribery." He said, putting my shirt in the swing and coming over towards me. "You know I can’t resist the woman I love taking her clothes off in front of me."

"That was the idea." I said, wrapping my harms around him, then kissing him on the lips. "It worked didn’t it?"

"Now don’t be so sure about that. I could still turn around and go inside"

"You’re going to go inside, knowing I’m out here in the lake, all by myself, naked, wet, and having a good time?"

"… Go inside and whack off to thoughts of you in that lake…"

I laughed and pulled away from him, but held on to one hand to lead him towards the lake. Once we got to the edge of the water, I turned to face him again and, looking him in the eyes, unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. He took me in his arms and kissed me again, then said "Are you sure nobody’s going to see us?"

"There’s nobody around here, we’re one of maybe 10 cabins on this entire lake, and if they do see us, who cares? They’re just perverts."

He smiled, satisfied with my answer, then pulled his t-shirt over his head. I helped to unbutton his jeans, then took off my bra and panties as he removed his boxers. He was already… excited about our little adventure, that much was obvious.

I stepped slowly into the water, which was colder than I thought, but not completely freezing. I decided to just go for it, and went out far enough so the water was halfway up my chest. Being only 5’2, I didn’t have to go as far as I would have thought the ground sloped more than I had expected. Paul followed me out to where I was and said, "It’s not cold, huh?"
"Okay, so I was wrong about that, it’s not too bad though, is it?"

"No, it’s not. And I know how to make it even warmer" He said, pulling me towards him and into a deep kiss. He had other motives than just swimming for this excursion, didn’t he? Not that I minded at all. He then started on my neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking. I threw my head back and moaned softly. We had been together for awhile, and he knew exactly where on my body to touch me that made me go crazy. His hands were exploring everywhere he could, stroking and caressing my breasts, then around my waist, then further down still. I kissed him on the lips softly, drawing his attention. "Make love to me Paul. Oh god, please, right now" I said, my breath heavy from his probing below my waist. As I kissed him, I moved my hand down and stroked him for a few seconds, then he took over and guided himself into me. Then his arms were on my waist and he held on to me, driving himself into me again and again as my knees threatened to give out. I called out his name as I let my whole body be aware of every moment. Then he couldn’t hold out any longer and drove himself far into me, crying out my name. I screamed in ecstasy, then kissed his neck as he came down from wherever he was and wrapped his arms around my back.

"Oh god, we really need to do that again sometime. " I said after catching my breath. He chuckled slightly and smiled, kissing my cheek and leading me out of the water.

"Too bad we didn’t bring a blanket out here with us." He said as we walked slowly back towards the cabin. We almost forgot to take our clothes with us. I wished we had thought to take a blanket with us out here. We could just lie there looking at the stars or something. But, this was kinda a spur of the moment thing, and there’s always next time.

"Stop it! Nooo!! Paul! STOP! I need to pee, let me go!!!" I squealed, laughing and kicking Paul in the side accidentally. He let go immediately and sat up on the bed, grabbing his left side with his hands, yelling, "Ouch, Shit! That hurt!"

"Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" I gasped and sat up with him, putting my hands over my mouth.

"I think I’ll live; At least, I hope so." He pulled off his shirt and looked at his side. "Geez, Tori, be careful where you kick next time!" I noticed a red spot already starting to appear.

"I’m sorry!!" I pouted, "But it is your fault! I told you to stop! I can’t help where my feet kick when you’re tickling me, you know it drives me crazy." I tried apologizing and kissed his side very softly. "Does that hurt?"

"No."

I kissed him again, a little harder than the first time. "Does that hurt?"

"No."

I kissed his side one more time; again, a bit harder... and this time I licked the spot as well. "What about that?"

"A little. I think I’m gonna have some sort of bad bruise; it’s all your fault. What are you gonna do about it?" He leaned over and whispered the last part in my ear, nibbling on the lobe and sliding his hand under the back of my shirt.

"Mmm... I’m going to go to the bathroom." I crawled away from him, got off the bed and half-skipped to the bathroom. Even at 23 years old, I know I’m really still a kid at heart. So is Pauly, for that matter. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. We can be completely playful together and neither of us thinks, ‘this is so childish.’ I mean, come on, what other couples will get in tickle fights over what to have for breakfast?!?

He had made himself comfortable on the bed while I was in the bathroom. As I came out he was laying on his side with a pillow under his head, looking at me. "So what are you going to do to make up for hurting me?" He asked as I crawled onto the bed next to him. His arm went around me and rubbed my back softly as I sat there.

"Well I don’t know." I lied down next to him and wrapped my arms around his chest, laying my head sideways next to his chest. I closed my eyes and started placing barely there kisses wherever I could reach on his chest. "You feel so comfortable. I know it sounds weird, but it’s like, I feel safe in your arms, almost to the point where the world stops moving when I’m with you."

"You’re always safe in my arms. I’m sure of it, and I want you to always remember that." He wrapped his arms around my back then stiffened suddenly. He winced and mumbled "shit" as he did this, then moved away from me a bit

"I think I have an idea." I slipped out of his arms and ran to the kitchen, returning shortly with a few pieces of ice wrapped in a dishtowel. I crawled onto the bed so I was behind his back and ran my fingers carefully over his side where I had kicked him. I gently put the wrapped up towel of ice down on him and asked him how that felt.

"I can barely feel it. It doesn’t feel cold enough"

‘Hmm.’ I thought. Then I set the towel of ice on the bed in front of his chest and picked up one cube between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. I very gently and softly ran it across the spot on his side. "Does that feel any better?" I asked.

"Oh yeah." I continued to run the ice cube across his back & side; watching it melt on his skin and drip down his back or stomach. I started massaging the lost drops of water into his skin before it hit the sheets. He turned his head and watched me, staring at me as I concentrated on the task at hand. I licked my slightly chapped lips then ran the ice cube around them slowly, looking directly in his eyes. I then offered him some and rubbed it around his lips. He parted them and took what was left of the piece of ice into his mouth, sucking on my fingers as I withdrew them. I leaned in for a kiss and the sliver not worthy of being called an ice cube passed into my mouth with Paul’s tongue, melting away to nothingness after a second. He slid one hand under the back of my shirt and unhooked my bra. That man has gotten better at taking off my bras one handed than I am. He does it more often, anyway.

After the kiss ended I made a show of taking off my shirt. It was this new hunter green button-down short sleeve thing I practically lived in the past few weeks. I started at the bottom, revealing one inch after the other until only one button remained between the outside world and my breasts. The top two buttons were already off. I don’t believe they do any good on a woman other than hide some of her most beautiful assets, the breasts of course. My hair was wavy and ended right about at the level of my nipples. Paul always adored dark green colors on me, he told me once it perfectly matches my green eyes and my red hair. I don’t know about ‘perfectly’ but it made me feel sexy and the first time he saw me in it he got an erection! I take that as a good sign.

I got off the bed and walked around so I was in front of Paul. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, then kneeled down. "Lay back" I ordered Paul.

"‘Lay back’? You trying to tell me what to do?" He asked mockingly, taking his time lying on his back.

"Yes I’m telling you what to do, and you have two choices, do what I say or lay there in pain the rest of the day!" I straddled his legs and sat back on them.

"I think I’ll listen to what you say." Like it was really much of a choice in the first place.

I suddenly became a demure girl and acted all shy while sliding down his boxer shorts and exposing his partially erect cock. "Well at least somebody’s happy to see me." I said jokingly and leaned down to place a kiss where the shaft of his cock meets his body.

"Oh god, please don’t, Hun... I don’t think I’m up to having sex right now." He moaned, his eyes closed; his hands gripping the sheets to his sides.

"Just lay back and relax, I’ll try to be gentle." I purred, pulling his boxers further down. I positioned myself between his legs and gently stroked his cock until it was fully erect. I jumped off the bed to a groan from his mouth and proceeded toward the dresser. "Why’d you stop?" he half moaned, his own hand lightly stroking his cock in my place and kicking his boxers all the way off and onto the floor.

"I bought something a few days ago and thought maybe this was a good time to try it out." I produced a bottle from the top drawer and hid it behind my back as I regained my position on the bed. "I’ve been wanting to try this out for a little while now." A mischievous grin spread across my face as I produced the bottle of sensual oil in my hand. I think his cock swelled a little at this statement, but I can’t be sure.

"You are such the little devil. Buying toys behind my back. You don’t have anything else in that drawer, do you?"

"Well... yeah, I do. I bought myself something, but maybe I’ll show you that one some other time; for now, you feel up to this?"

"I’m not complaining. If I start screaming in pain, just find a brick of ice, set it down on my side and keep doing whatever it is your doing!"

"Paul!!" I broke into hysterics and set the bottle down on the bed. I climbed up the bed and we exchanged a long, deep, sensual kiss. "Have you ever thought about, well.... using any oils? I’ve heard they can be great fun."

"Oils? Damn girl, you choose now to spring this on me?" He laughed. "You wait until I can’t get away easily. I swear I thought you were gonna handcuff me and start whipping me or something!"

"No, but that is a good idea." I giggled to myself, pondering the possibilities of the handcuffs. After a second I focused back on the topic at hand. From how I was laying partially on him, his little friend was starting to poke me in the stomach. "Well, this says it tastes like raspberries, too." I grinned as I popped open the top and poured a little bit onto his chest carefully. "Looks good." I licked my lips and started massaging the oil onto his chest, then took a finger and tasted the oil. "Oh yeah. I think I’m gonna enjoy this."

"Oh my god, Tori. Do you realize how sexy you are? I’m gonna blow my load without you even touching my cock." I had to laugh, I had barely done anything and he was already into it! I took my time rubbing all the oil into him, probably enjoying just that act more than he was. I licked around his belly button then massaged that area a bit more. It was intoxicating; I couldn’t get enough of the taste of that oil. And that gave me an idea that made me wet just thinking about it. I slid down so I was sitting between his legs and found the bottle of oil, drizzling a bit more onto his stomach, replacing the cap and setting it on the floor next to me. He seemed to have a good idea of what was coming, but even if he didn’t he started moaning like it was one of the best sites he’s ever seen. I finally took off my shirt the rest of the way to keep from getting it covered in oil. Then I scooped up the oil and rubbed it between my hands before gripping his cock softly and massaging the oil all over the shaft and his balls. He was completely hard within a matter of minutes and I continued my assault, adding just another drop of oil to the shaft. After I was satisfied that I had thoroughly covered his cock and balls with oil I licked the side for a ‘taste test’ of sorts. "Mmm, yeah. Soooo good" I purred as I continued stroking him with my slippery hands as I moved down and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.

I had finally convinced him to let me shave him the night before. I had told him before I like my men hairless from the neck down and although he wasn’t quite up to letting me take all his hair off, I did get to shave his balls and pubic area. I don’t know if he enjoyed it too much at the time (scared a woman would slip and cut off his balls completely, probably.) but it sent me to heaven.

I was going wild on him and by the way he was bucking his hips he was going wild, too. My tongue ran up the underside of his cock, and tried resisting licking the slit on the top of his now rock hard cock but the temptation proved too much and I was itching to taste his cum mixed with the oil. I drew the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it a bit before sucking him deep into my mouth. "Fuck me!" he moaned and thrust his hips back and forth while I sucked eagerly on his member. I heard him, and oh god how I wanted to but this was his present for now. My apology for him for what had happened earlier, I suppose.

One hand moved down to rub my complaining clit as the other cupped his balls and gently rolled them around in my hand. I moaned around his cock and my hips involuntarily started rocking back and forth. I felt his orgasm build in his balls and then he exploded into my mouth as he voiced an animalistic yell and I tried to swallow all his cum. It was too much and I removed my lips from around his cock just as his second spurt shot out of him. A bit of it caught my hair as a third spurt of cum leapt from his cock and landed on his stomach. A forth and fifth spurt came out as I milked his cock for more with one hand as the other continued to play with myself. He groaned for me to stop and kiss him already. I complied; savoring his kiss mixed with the taste of him. We held that passionate kiss for who knows how long but by the time we parted my own pleasures I had started to satisfy seemed to have dissolved and I laid down next to him, feeling completely satisfied even though I hadn’t even come close to orgasm. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around me and sighed as I snuggled up against his chest and closed my eyes. "Hey," I asked softly, "Your side still hurt?"

He started to chuckle softly, "It never really hurt that bad in the first place."

"You jerk!" I slapped his ass and laughed, sitting up and looking at him with a look of disbelief. "You are such an asshole sometimes. I can’t believe you!"

"Hey! What?"

"You made me think that I had hurt you really bad and all this time you were just playing with me!?"

"Aww, come on Victoria. I was just trying to get back at you for last night. Besides," he broke his sentence with another chuckle, "That was the best blow job of my life and from where I was, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did!"

"That was a cruel, cruel joke, Paul. God, I cannot believe you got me!" I slapped his ass again, emphasizing the word ‘believe.’ I lay down in his arms again and sighed. "We both need a shower something bad. I’m all sweaty and icky and you’re covered in oil and your own cum."

"Next time I’m using that oil on you." He kissed and licked a little area on my shoulder.

"Promise?"

"Oh yeah."

I smiled and sat up again. "Come on. Shower time. I want to get all clean before you get too far." I got up and held my hand out for him. "It’s still early and I did not have today in mind for a bed-in."

He grabbed my arm but instead of standing up, pulled me down on top of him again. "Oh, but I like bed-ins. ‘You can be my Yoko Ono. You can follow me wherever I go. Be my be my be my Yoko Ono. Isn’t it beautiful to see two people so much in love? Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand and hand in glove.’" I laughed and we kissed again.

"I love it when you sing to me." I giggled again, "You should have been a singer instead of a drummer."

"But then you’d miss my manly muscles, wouldn’t you?" He grinned a huge cheesy grin and flexed his arm muscles.

"Good point. You could still work out, right?" I pouted and felt his pecks. He never answered. I stood up and walked to the bathroom, looking at him behind my shoulder as I did. "You coming or not?" I asked as I reached the doorway, leaning on it and trying my best to look provocative for him.

"You know I can’t resist taking a shower with you. Time for round 2." He practically jumped out of the bed and ran to where I was, picking me up and kicking the bathroom door shut behind us.