Chapter Four

They arrived back at the hotel a few moments later. After removing their outerwear once in their room, Lyssa wrapped her arms around Sabrin’s waist.

"I'm still feeling a little chilly. Let's take a nice warm bath."

"You don't have to ask me twice," Sabrin assured her eagerly.

The tub was a large soaking tub with Jacuzzi jets. They undressed each other between kisses while the tub filled.

The skating, walking, food and the drinks seemed to take their toll once the pair was in the water. Sabrin sunk down and helped Lyssa to lie back on his chest as they had done months ago, but this time the sexual urgency was suppressed. He held her, running his hands leisurely up and down her arms. She sighed with contentment.

Sabrin remembered the last time they did this they asked each other questions, but Lyssa was not so inclined to answer many. Now was time to fill in some blanks. He asked her about her job, where she lived, her family and how she met Sonny.

"It was kind of a sad story, that one. Sonny and I attended the same Synagogue but we didn’t meet until a mutual friend I knew from school introduced us. Fran, our friend, didn’t know he was gay. I have no idea how it escaped her notice as he never hid it. Anyway, the three of us would go out and, finally, the fact Sonny was agreeing with our comments about the cute guys we saw caused Fran to put it together. She freaked out and didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore. I thought she was the one with the problem, so the evenings out became just Sonny and I. He was transferred from Chicago to Seattle two years ago, but we’ve kept as close as possible. He's been my best friend for longer than I care to admit," she laughed. "Your turn. I want to know everything about you. The real you, not the guy the studio-released bios say you are," she smiled.

He told her about growing up in Phoenix, his family and how he was affected by his brother’s death from a drunk driver when Sabrin was only ten and his father's death just after he had gotten the role of Sirus on ‘Time and Space’. He told her about his struggling actor days in New York and LA and how much his life had changed when he got the role on ‘Time and Space’. Lyssa was completely enthralled with his life story and was relieved he made no mention of Niki. Her happiness was suppressing the pangs of guilt she felt over being with a man in a committed relationship so the less she heard about Niki the better.

But it seemed that Niki was not to be denied today. Just as Lyssa was about to suggest they get out of the tub, his cell phone rang.

"I was going to call you," Sabrin said as he answered. He knew it was Niki.

"You seem to be forgetting me a lot lately. Can I get an update, or do I have to fly to New York and ask him myself?" Niki said curtly. Sabrin was standing in the bedroom, dripping wet and getting cold. He reluctantly walked back into the bathroom to fetch a towel. He put a finger over his lips to Lyssa. Both looked guilty.

“I won’t know anything for another week. I’m going to stay the weekend and relax here. I have a few more feelers I can put out.”

"The whole weekend,” she huffed. She was silent for a moment. “Okay, I'll see you in a couple of days then. I have something that I need to talk to you about when you get home," Niki informed him. Sabrin was worried Niki might suspect that his motives for staying in New York were not work related.

"Talk about what?"

"It can wait until you're back. Enjoy New York."

They hung up and Sabrin returned to the bathtub and Lyssa.

"Is something wrong?" Lyssa asked, as Sabrin had a strange look on his face.

"No, nothing. She was just a little mysterious about something on the phone. I'm fine. Actually I'm better than fine." He kissed Lyssa and pulled her close to him.

A half hour later, Sabrin had forgotten all about Niki's call and was playfully chasing his lover through the living room. They ended up running around the couch that was in the furniture grouping, but not up against a wall. Lyssa squealed as he reached across the back of the couch and lunged at her. She tried to break free, but he had her this time. He brought her closer to the couch for a quick kiss. Bringing her around without letting go of her hand, he directed her to sit on her knees, facing the back of the couch and to hold on to it, for support. Sabrin ran his hands over her sensuous curves and kissed her neck after moving her hair aside. The view of her backside was tantalizing.

He stroked her arms gently as he moved his kisses to her shoulder. His fingers began to dance along her spine, moving slowly down until he reached her lovely rear. He smiled, as he thought how there was not a single feature on her wonderful body he did not find sexy and alluring.

He slipped two fingers gently within her to ensure his love play had readied her for him. She was almost dripping wet. He withdrew his fingers, licked them clean and slowly entered her. He enjoyed the sight of his penis disappearing within her and the sight and sensations as he came back out again. After taking a moment to enjoy that, he moved to lean his knees against the couch so he could also grasp the back for leverage. He kissed her temple again as he continued his thrusts. She gripped the back and moaned quietly. She was enjoying this, but not as much as he wanted. Reaching around her, Sabrin began to stroke her clit with his index finger. She drew in breath sharply and released it slowly. She was enjoying this more now.

Lyssa turned her head so their lips could meet. Their passion was blazing hot as their lips burned with desire. Her moans were deeper and more intense. The pleasure he was giving her was staggering.

Sabrin was almost blind with passion. He pumped Lyssa and teased her with his fingers. His tongue danced with hers as they kissed until neither of them could maintain the kiss for the need of savage cries of ecstasy.

Lyssa was certain no other being alive could be as on fire as she was for this man right now. She clung to the back of the couch and let her orgasm wash over her. Sabrin was cumming within seconds of her. He moaned and called her name and, she decided in that moment, he had never sounded sexier than now. He relaxed against her, but did not lean in with his full weight. She wanted to hold him desperately.

Sabrin collapsed onto the couch with Lyssa snuggling up next to him.

"Sabrin, hold me."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed her forehead.

"When you have your arms around me, I feel like the rest of the world doesn't exist. I love that feeling," she whispered.

"So do I, Lyssa, so do I."

They cuddled on the couch and talked as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Sabrin had learned a lot about Lyssa that day but he wanted to know every detail of her life. He peppered her with questions until she finally laughed.

"You're asking so many questions about my boring life. I'm going to put you to sleep soon."

"I find nothing about you or your life boring. You're the most interesting person I've ever known," Sabrin defended.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she joked.

"Right now, here is where I want to be. With you, right here.” He kissed her forehead again. "So, you've never had a pet? In some ways, I envy you. Those German Shepherds of...that live with...me, they tear up the yard, poop on everything and jump on everyone."

"I've considered getting fish, but-"

"Don't," he warned her in a tone that sounded like he was very uncomfortable saying so.

"Why?" she asked, looking up to see his face.

"I would hate to whisk you away and in doing so be the cause of dead fish. I don't want to kill anything, even indirectly." He looked almost embarrassed to admit this.

"That's a good quality to have,” she said, tilting her head to smile at him. “I have a habit of killing plants if someone gives me one, so don't ever give me one," she intoned. "But I have people lined up to take the plants safely away from me and my two black thumbs should someone be foolish enough to give me one." Lyssa grinned and Sabrin found himself laughing.

"Did you kill the roses I sent you or are they a safe thing to send."

She blushed. "They were going to die anyway," she defended. Sabrin just laughed and gave her a squeeze.

"It's getting a little chilly here. Let's go cuddle in bed," Sabrin suggested. As soon as they got into the bed, Sabrin wrapped his arms around Lyssa, holding her tightly.

"Okay, no plants. Are there any other things that you kill or don't like?" he teased.

"Plants are the only thing I kill. I'm allergic to cats, so no cats."

"That's fine. I have as much luck with cats as I do with dogs."

They talked for hours in bed before they fell asleep still wrapped in each other’s arms.

 "Okay, so I did hear right what you said to Niki." Lyssa was saying over breakfast. "Do you really have feelers out there or were you making up a reason to stay with me?"

Sabrin took a sip of coffee and sighed. "I only have one other contact for a small part in a short running play. I made plans to drop by today. It will be very brief and you can go with me if you want," he offered.

"If you don't mind, I want," she admitted.

"How could I mind? We'll drop by at noon and then we can go to lunch."

"Is it on Broadway?” she asked.

"Yes. Have you ever been?"

"I saw Cats once like everyone else in the world, but that was it."

"I’ll have to make sure I do at least one of these plays so you can have another Broadway experience."

"Is the one you're meeting about today a musical?"

"No, straight play. What type of play would you rather see me in?"

"A musical. Your singing makes me hot," she smiled.

"I'll be sure to remember that and maybe even use it to my advantage," he laughed.

"You're bad,” she said jokingly. "If I went to a musical you were in and sat close enough so that you could see that I was getting turned on, don't you think that would be a little distracting to you?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Sabrin laughed. "I'll just have to make sure that on the nights you attend, I bind "Mister Happy" to my leg."

She laughed even louder than he did. "I take it you think no one would take exception to you hopping around on one leg?"

They both were laughing now.

They talked and laughed while they finished their breakfast. Lyssa got up from the table to get dressed when Sabrin grabbed her around the waist.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"I was going to get dressed."

"But if you get dressed now I'll just have to undress you again."

“Sabrin, you promised to not keep me captive,” she pouted.

"Looks like I'm going to have to pull out the big guns now," Sabrin teased. He stood before Lyssa, kissed her and began to sing while he led her to the bed.

The world is full of people, but none like you,

They're ordinary people, but none like you.

How far away is yesterday before you came along.

It seemed to be just a dream to me, until you proved here on.

The lanes are full of lovers, but none like you,

Just ordinary lovers, not dreams like you,

I shut my eyes to realize this grand surprise is true,

That I'm the lucky one who found you.

Lyssa found she could not help but blush outrageously at not only his singing to her, but the words of the song he had chosen. He sang until he had her on the bed and was opening her robe. He only stopped in order to kiss her.

He kissed her tenderly and then sang some of "Fly Me to the Moon” to her. He interrupted himself, pressed his lips to hers and lost all interest in singing. His robe joined hers on the floor seconds later.

Sabrin’s hands were roaming Lyssa's body as they kissed. He explored her breasts before running his hand further down. He was surprised at how wet she was already. She had really meant it when she had said his singing turned her on. He fingered her clit as she moaned with pleasure. Their kisses were red hot, their desire reaching the boiling point.

Lyssa was the one who was almost crazy with need this time. She did not want to wait for Sabrin to come to her; she pushed him off of her and rolled him over on his back. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his erection with a pleasurable sigh. They were meant to be together like this, she told herself. It was not evil or wrong for her to be lovers with a man who also was a lover to another woman. It could not be wrong. Not when they fit so perfectly together, in and out of bed. She moved with him. He gripped her ass cheeks and helped her to move, taking him in and out of her body. Her pace quickened as the intensity of their pleasure increased.

"Lyssa," Sabrin moaned. She leaned down and kissed him without missing a beat. The pressure in both of them was mounting with each rise and fall until it could no longer be contained. Sabrin brought his hands to Lyssa's face pulling her to him so he could taste her sweet lips again. Lyssa grabbed his hands, pushing them to the bed and locked her fingers with his. She squeezed tightly as the force of her orgasm exploded. Sabrin followed moments later.

Lyssa chuckled as Sabrin gave her his ‘that was good’ grin. But she could not disagree. It truly had been. He pulled her down next to him and touched his nose to hers.

"You make me feel like a teenager again. Except now I know the value of loving the person I'm with instead of just wanting them for sex." He kissed her forehead.

"We're not teenagers. I don't want to be a teenager again. I was so skinny and geeky looking. I was shy quiet too."

Sabrin ran a hand over her shapely bottom.

"You grew out of all that, lucky for me. If you had remained shy, I imagine you would never have dared to break into a certain actor's hotel room, and that would have been a travesty."

"We really should get ready for your meeting. I’d hate to be the reason for you not getting a part."

He kissed her. "That would never happen. The only person to blame for my not getting a part are the casting people.” With a pause, he laughed. "Or myself," he finally added.

It did not take long to get ready. They dressed casually in jeans and sweaters. Sabrin was wearing the black jeans she found so sexy and a black sweater. Lyssa wore her black jeans too but chose a red sweater that Sabrin complimented her on as soon as she put it on. They bundled up and headed off for Sabrin’s meeting.

They had the time, so they walked slowly. In New York, this is not easy since the pace of the foot traffic often times seems faster than the pace of the cars, bound down in traffic jams. Haylin France, the show’s producer, was waiting in the front row of seats in this smaller, ‘close to off Broadway’ playhouse. Sabrin suggested Lyssa stay in the lobby and, with a parting tender kiss, left her there. He walked down the aisle towards the stage, greeted France and sat down in a seat a couple down from the man.

Haylin France discussed the play and the role with Sabrin. It was a good role as it was very interesting and played a vital part in the play. Haylin knew having a known actor who was as well respected as Sabrin Berry in the play would help it in many ways. The role was Sabrin’s if he wanted it. Sabrin thanked Haylin and said he would let him know next week what his decision was.

Meanwhile, Lyssa was walking around the lobby of the theatre, getting a feel for it. This theatre was not as large as the one she had seen Cats in. It barely met the seating requirements to be considered a Broadway theatre but she thought the ambiance was better suited for theatre here than the one Cats was playing in.

Sabrin’s meeting only took twenty-five minutes.

"Well, how did it go?" Lyssa asked, once he had rejoined her.

"The role is mine if I want it. I'm going to wait until I hear back on the other one before deciding. Both parts are very interesting so if I'm given the musical too it will be a tough decision."

"They would be fools to not offer you the other role. You know you can call me next week if you need to talk."

"I'll be calling even if I don't. Now, it's time for lunch." He kissed Lyssa and took her hand in his.

Lyssa grinned at him, but shook her head too. "You go out a lot alone, or are you planning on taking a bunch of risks to contact me?"

He gave her a confused look. "Are you trying to protect my relationship at home?" he teased.

But Lyssa came to a dead stop.

"Do you see me as someone who wants to be a home wrecker? I've had the misfortune of being attracted to a man that is not free to be with me. I'm flattered that you want to give me any time at all, but that doesn’t mean I want to try and sabotage you're relationship with Niki. After all, this is an affair. You don't give up a marriage for a simple affair."

There were many things about that statement Sabrin did not like.

"Niki and I are not married and-"

"You may as well be," she interrupted, sharply.

Sabrin was not sure how to answer that.

"Okay, Niki and I have been together for a long time but we have been drifting apart for years. It hasn't felt like she and I have been partners for a long time, long before you and I met. As for this being a simple affair, no it's not. Our relationship is too important to me to be called that. I love you, Lyssa. I don't make a habit of telling every woman I meet that."

He pulled Lyssa into his arms to give her a hug.

"I want to be with you but sometimes the guilt-"

This time it was his turn to interrupt.

"Try not to feel guilty, Lyssa. I want you to be happy."

Lyssa found a tear running down her face. She tried to wipe it away quickly, but Sabrin beat her to it. He gave her an encouraging smile as he wiped the tear from her cheek.

"I haven't wanted to push you on this, but I really need to know. Do you love me, Lyssa?" The expression on his handsome face was heart wrenching.

"Yes," she told him, her voice half breaking. He let go of a soft sigh, showing her just how relieved he was at her answer.

"I can't promise this will be easy," Sabrin told her, now looking close to tears himself. "But I really want to try and make this work if you do."

"I do want that. I do."

She kissed him lightly on the cheek as he held her tightly in his arms.

"Are you still up for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, let's have lunch." They gave each other a quick squeeze before releasing each other. Again Sabrin took her hand as they walked along the sidewalk. They came across a quaint pub a few blocks later. Sabrin had eaten there before and led Lyssa inside. They were seated at a table and given menus. Everything sounded good so they took a little longer than usual to decide what to try. They both ordered Philly cheese steaks with French Fries. Lyssa excused herself from the table and headed for the ladies room. When she returned a few minutes later, she could see two women standing at the table. They were getting Sabrin’s autograph and chatting. Lyssa waited at the back of the restaurant until the women left before rejoining Sabrin.

"I thought you didn't give autographs in public?" Lyssa noted.

"You saw that? Well, it was quicker to sign and get rid of them than say no and listen to them beg for ten minutes and interrupt everyone's lunch, including ours. What took you so long?" he asked.

"I was waiting for them to leave. I couldn't just sit down with you while they were watching. I don't look a thing like Niki and I'm sure at least one of them knows what she looks like. I do."

"So do I. Sorry, couldn't resist. I see your point. Honestly, I never have understood people's fascination with wanting to know who an actor is sleeping with. Why does it matter?" He sounded a bit miffed.

"It’s not that they care who you’re sleeping with, exactly, it’s that they wish it was them. They may look for pictures of her to see what kind of woman you’re attracted to, to see if they are anything like her and thereby stand a chance of turning your head."

"But as you just pointed out, you look nothing like Niki."

“Very true. You like to keep your fans guessing, don't you?"

He laughed. "I suppose in a way, yes. Though many of the things they have to guess about are none of their business, like who I'm sleeping with for example," he teased.

The waiter brought their orders over. The Philly cheese steaks were outstanding.

"Any suggestions for the afternoon?" he asked between bites.

"How about some tourist-type things? I've never been to the observation area at the Empire State Building,” she laughed.

"We also need to see if we can get tickets for a play. We could walk by the ticket booth and see if anything interests you," Sabrin suggested.

"Sound's good. But I have plans for dinner though. We’re eating in, so let’s see if there is a matinee for tomorrow before our flights out."

"You have plans? Evil plans?" he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"Yes," she told him, but just looked towards the ceiling for a moment, grinning. She intended to give nothing away.

They walked to the ticket booth that sold tickets to Broadway and off-Broadway shows. They decided to see "I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change" that was appearing Off Broadway. They bought tickets and then made their way to the Empire State Building. There were mostly tourists waiting for the elevators. With the observation area being outdoors, the number of people going up on a Saturday in January was limited. Once they arrived and found a quieter area on that level they looked out at the city. The view was spectacular. Sabrin put his arm around Lyssa and pointed out a few of the places they had been. They stayed for close to an hour before heading back to street level. They passed a movie theatre that was showing a new romantic comedy that one of Lyssa’s favorite actresses had a role in so they decided to check it out. The theatre was not very full so they were able to find two seats by themselves in one area.

"Great, no one else around. Perfect make out seats,” he teased.

"I thought we were here to see a movie?" she asked, wrinkling her nose at him.

"That too," he grinned, pulling her down into the seat. "You want some popcorn. Salty kisses turn me on."

"Bad breath kisses would turn you on," she chided him, shaking her head at him. Sabrin grinned.

"If it was you, I'd forgive you for it and yes, I would still be turned on."

"Go get popcorn, you horny man. You want to share a coke? Oh, can we not have extra butter, it makes my stomach hurt."

"Can't have my lady sick. No extra butter, one coke. I'll be right back."

When he returned he handed her the popcorn and leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "How attached to that bra are you?

"Sabrin, you are incorrigible. You forgot napkins. I'll be back in a flash," she kissed him quickly before she got up to go to the theatre lobby.

Sabrin was a little disappointed and worried he might have gone too far. Lyssa came back a few minutes later, napkins in hand.

"Now you were asking how attached I was to my bra. I would say this attached," and she opened her purse to reveal she had removed her bra while she had been gone.

"You're something. Here I was scared I had gone too far," he laughed.

"You can only go too far if you leave the country and don't come back."

They ate popcorn until the lights went out and the movie started. The movie was good, but Sabrin’s antics were more interesting and keeping her focus became impossible. He draped an arm around her and slowly began to gently rub her shoulder, then her collarbone and then more towards her cleavage. When he finally ran a fingertip over her right breast, she almost gasped out loud. Lyssa bit her tongue and tried to resist the urge to rip his clothes off right there and take him.

Lyssa ran her hand up and down Sabrin’s thigh. She was about to throw her coat over his lap to explore further until a person changed rows and sat a few seats down. Lyssa decided not to risk a PeeWee Herman scandal for Sabrin. Sabrin, however, was still able to play without risk of being caught. When the movie finally ended, they rushed back to the hotel as quickly as they could.

Lyssa grabbed him even before he had his coat off and pulled him to the bed. He was completely undressed in record time and she was on him even faster. Sabrin was shocked he could cum that fast. But he had also been shocked he had been able to walk to the hotel. He had hoped for some cuddling after they had made love, but Lyssa kissed him once more and got out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom for several minutes and returned in the mesh chemise she had bought the day before. It had a g-string that was very sexy. Oddly she did not get back into bed, but walked into the living room.

“Where are you going?” Sabrin called to her. “I wanted to enjoy taking that sexy little number off you.”

“Oh, no,” she called, patronizingly. “You have to let me wear if for at least a few hours before taking it off. Let’s turn on the gas logs and sit by the fire in here.”

Sabrin joined Lyssa on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"I hope you don't mind but I pre-ordered dinner. It should be arriving soon," she kissed Sabrin sensuously on the lips. Almost as if it had been timed, there was a knock at the door. Room service had arrived. Sabrin grabbed two robes, giving one to Lyssa. He put his on while he went to the door. Lyssa had ordered well. The dinner consisted of a number of hot and cold finger foods they could enjoy in front of the fire. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket and two fluted champagne glasses. When he saw dessert he smiled - strawberries and whipped cream. The hotel employee started to leave.

"Don't you need me to sign for this?" Sabrin asked.

"No sir, it's already been taken care of, including a tip," he added as he saw Sabrin trying to find his wallet. "Have a good evening."

Sabrin returned to the floor and looked at Lyssa "Already taken care of?"

"You didn't think I was going to let you pay for everything did you?" she smiled.

He had an objection on his tongue, but it was forgotten when she let the robe fall to the floor. Her sexy backside was facing him when she reached the table the platters of food had been left on and Sabrin felt himself already becoming hard. God this woman got to him.

After moving the platters to the floor, Lyssa sat facing him so he was able to look down her front at the impressive cleavage of the woman he had just made love to and was quickly becoming ready to make love to again. But Lyssa had other things on her mind.

 Sabrin brought the champagne and glasses from the table and sat next to Lyssa on the floor. He popped the cork and poured a glass, which he gave to Lyssa and then one for himself. Lyssa took a sip of champagne before picking up a carrot stick from the vegetable platter and dipping it in dressing. She looked at Sabrin as she ran her tongue sensuously around the carrot, licking most of the dressing off. Sabrin just stared. He would never look at carrots the same way again.

Instead of eating the carrot, she returned it to the dressing but this time she took the long stick fully in her mouth, sucking it in and out again. Sabrin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Yes, he was hard again and he was already aching with need.

Sabrin reached for her without realizing he was doing so, but Lyssa moved just out of reach. She dispatched the carrot and reached for a strawberry. She dipped it in the cream and brought it to her mouth. She ate the berry, but had managed to get cream over her fingers. Sabrin thought he may indeed die as she licked them clean.

She picked up a bite-size morsel from one of the platters and dipped it in the sweet and sour sauce that came with it. The sauce dripped down her fingers slightly when she fed it to Sabrin. Sabrin found the way Lyssa licked the sauce from her fingers to be very erotic. Lyssa continued to tease Sabrin with the food foreplay until it was finished. Sabrin leaned over to kiss Lyssa but before he reached her, she stood up. Lyssa retrieved a CD from her carry-on bag before turning on the stereo system that was in the suite. She began to move to the rhythm of the sultry sounds. Sabrin was so turned on from the events of the evening he was sure he was going to explode.

He still had his robe on and he considered removing it so she would see just how serious he was about having her, but he rejected the idea, relegating it to a fall back plan. He got to his feet slowly, like a lion stalking his prey. He prowled closer to her, coming up from behind her as she was swaying her sexy hips in time to the music. He grabbed her so suddenly, she gasped. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her up against his body. He began to kiss her and nibble her neck and shoulders. The perfume she had put on was weaving a lusty spell around him. Her scent, her taste, the sight of her body draped lightly in this sexy chemise. It was too much for him. Sabrin pulled the robe from his body, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled her against his throbbing erection, grinding it into her back. He could not help but moan with his desire.

Lyssa unwrapped Sabrin’s arm from her waist and moved away from him slightly.

"Not yet," she whispered. She took his hand and led him back to the area in front of the fireplace. She lay down on the carpet and raised her hand up for his.

"Now it's time," she smiled.

Sabrin dropped to the floor next to Lyssa and slid Lyssa's g-string off.

"God woman, you make me crazy." Sabrin threw the g-string away. He penetrated her quickly after that. The expression on his face mimicked that of a drug addict receiving a long awaited fix. He sighed as soon as his full length was within her. His mouth was hungry to kiss her - all of her. She wrapped her arms around him and almost at once, her fingernails were digging into his back.

Sabrin buried his face into her neck, thrusting into her like a man possessed. The sounds he was making were deep and guttural. But Lyssa too seemed to be entering a mating frenzy of her own.

Her moans were becoming louder as her body reacted to each thrust. It did not take long before she quaked from the ecstasy she felt. Her back arched, pressing her breasts firmly against his chest. She felt the orgasm go through her like flood waters overflowing their banks. He continued to thrust deep inside her. She climaxed a second time before Sabrin came. She grabbed his face and kissed him madly.

His tongue thrust so deeply into her mouth, she felt as though he was fucking her mouth with it. He had come, but did not seem through with her. He kept up his thrusts. He had not lost his erection or his enthusiasm. She began to grind her lower body to his. She was already nearing another climax and Sabrin seemed bound and determined to follow quickly behind her.

Her moans were becoming so loud she was sure the entire floor knew what they were doing. As she climaxed yet again her fingernails dug even deeper into his back but he felt no pain from it, as his body was too overcome with pleasure. He called out as he came inside her once again.

When they finally relaxed and Lyssa's hands came away from Sabrin’s back, her nails showed traces of blood.

"Oh my God! Sabrin, I scratched you! I'm so sorry! I was just- I just- "

Sabrin let out a loud laugh. He sounded like he did not have a care in the world but was also exhausted.

"My love, that was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Forget about the scratches. You are the most incredible lover. That was incredible."

She found herself laughing.

"You just said incredible three times," she teased him.

"You expect me to think straight after THAT? God in heaven, it was incredible!"

He kissed Lyssa while moving beside her. They lay on the floor kissing and touching each other with gentle caresses. The warmth from the fireplace was nothing compared to the heat still emanating from them.

Lyssa stared into the fireplace. "I love fireplaces. There is something so sexy and romantic about making love in front of a fireplace," Lyssa sighed.

"I'll make sure that I find a place with a fireplace while I'm here doing the play," he said as he stroked her cheek.

"I take it you intend to be flying me out here for a few of the weekends during that time?" she asked, moving to rest her head on his chest.

"A few? How about all?" he exclaimed, softly.

"Sabrin, be serious. You can't expect me to believe that Niki is going to leave you alone here for that length of time."

The feel of Sabrin’s whole body changed. He was not tense, exactly, but he was less relaxed.

"No," he finally admitted in a very small voice. Lyssa lifted up so she could look him in the eye.

"We've decided this isn't over. But we both know the score. Talk to me when you can, but don't take any unnecessary risks. We will see each other again, right?"

He nodded. "Right. I can promise that-"

"Shhhh, I'm not asking for any promises.”

"I know you're not," he whispered and then gently kissed her cheek. They held each other silently for a few moments before Sabrin spoke again. "I wish I could stop time and lie here with you forever. I love you, Lyssa."

"I love you too, Sabrin."

The contentment he felt earlier returned. She had admitted earlier she was in love with him but this was the first time he had heard her say the words and it felt great.

"Lyssa, I’m going to miss you when we separate again," he told her.

“Tomorrow afternoon. Back to the real world Monday," she mused, sounding almost forlorn.

He sighed. It was sneaking up on him again, but he was not going to let this joy go easily. The lovemaking had been breathtakingly wonderful and the long awaited words flowing from her beautiful lips were enough to make his heart sing.

It also gave him an idea. Giving her a squeeze, he took a deep breath and began to sing "Close To Me."

"Again! I shouldn't have told you what your singing does to me," she laughed. As Sabrin was serenading Lyssa, she teased him by putting her hands over her ears. Sabrin moved them away and continued the song. Lyssa stood up and started walking to the bedroom. Sabrin followed behind her and scooped her up in his arms just before they reached the door. He carried her to the bed and lay her down in the middle of it. He climbed on top of her, the whole time he did not miss a beat in the song.

"I may have to hurt you if you don't stop," she shouted, still trying to block out the sound of his voice.

Sabrin just took hold of her wrists and pulled her hands from her ears. She grimaced at him and closed her eyes as though that would help.

"I am not listening to you," she said, above his singing.

"You have...owwwww, kisses sweeter than wine," he told her.

"Oh no! Don't you dare sing that one. Don't you dare," she warned, coming partially up from the bed but, as he was straddling her, she could not raise up far.

Sabrin grinned and began to sing just that song. She let out a groan of frustration and threw herself back down on the bed. Sabrin just grinned and leaned down to kiss her between lines.

By the time Sabrin had finished singing the last song the only sounds coming from Lyssa were her moans. Sabrin’s kisses moved slowly from her lips, down her neck until he reached her breasts.

"You can't possible want to make love again," she scolded him and then moaned again.

"Somebody does." He moved to press that ‘somebody’ more firmly against her.

Lyssa had her eyes closed, but her hand moved. Reaching down she found and began to fondle his erection, lovingly. Now it was Sabrin’s turn to moan with desire.

Lyssa stroked Sabrin’s erection while they kissed. She gently rubbed the head of Sabrin’s penis against her clit before guiding him into her. She gasped as he began to thrust.

He was moaning as he thrust deeply. He could not get enough of being inside her. He was delighted he could excite her as she excited him.

She grabbed his shoulders and he could tell she was trying not to dig her nails into him again, but he would not care if she did. It never felt like pain with Lyssa. Sabrin leaned his face closer and kissed her. "I love you,” he breathed.

"I love you," she answered just before arching her back in orgasm.

He nuzzled her neck as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper. As her orgasm moved through her body she let out gasps of pleasure. She grasped on to his shoulders tighter with each gasp. His own orgasm followed shortly. The intensity was enhanced for him by her orgasm.

She had called out his name again and again as she came. Sabrin collapsed on her, spent. He did not want to withdraw from her. He loved being inside her. Just thinking about being here excited him, but the reality was unbelievably wonderful. He had no idea how he had lived without her for so long.

Reluctantly, he moved beside her, pulling her over to rest her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was only moments before Lyssa pulled the blankets over both of them and they fell asleep.