[Karie]

My heart is racing like it’s the last lap at Talladega. I can’t breathe and my chest feels so tight. Everything is so tight. Nick’s arms wrapped around me so tightly that I can’t move. The sheets wrapped around us so tight that if I moved my leg, the sheet would surely rip.

I moved my head from Nick’s shoulder, leaning it back into the pillow and look up at Nick. His eyes are closed. He’s concentrating. Concentrating.

Concentrating.

I can’t take this anymore. I’m on the verge of insanity and ecstasy.

“Nick,” I moaned, watching him open his eyes. “Top. Me. Now,” I said, pushing him over. The sheets moved with us as I climbed on top of him, feeling him reenter me.

Sure, I felt a little self-conscious but with the endorphins running throughout my body at this point made me not care. The sensations that were running through my body made me feel good about myself. The feeling of him inside me made me wonder why oh why didn’t I sleep with him the first time we went out.

His hands moved up, touching my breast. He’s watching me. He’s watching me intently. I up the pace and he sits up. His face is turning a brighter red. His lips are quivering and he moves them against mine. His hands move to my hips, gliding them over him harder and faster.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Almost… there.

I close my eyes, resting my forehead against his as I slow down, barely moving on top of him. I can’t stop shaking. I move my hands to his shoulders, feeling the sweat on them. We’re both sweaty, dirty and out of breath.

“My chest hurts,” he whispered, moving his face into my shoulder. He was out of breath.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was dizzy, spinning out of control. I start to move off of him and he grabs my hips again. I can still feel him inside of me. He looks up at me and shakes his head.

“I want to stay in you,” he whispered, causing me to smile. “Don’t leave me.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I moved my hand to his check, kissing his lips softly, sucking on them. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and felt him kiss my shoulder, practically sucking on my skin.

Sex with Nick was different than anything I had experienced before. I had thought about what our first time together would be like all day long. We would walk into the suite and we would slowly take one another’s clothes off. He would stand there amazed by me when I finally was naked and then probably throw up.

Okay, I didn’t think that.

I thought it would be the slow because of how he’s treated me throughout our short relationship. I thought it would be almost boring.

It was everything but.

It was hot. It was passionate. We walked into the room and practically attacked one another. His clothes flew off and my dress was ripped away. We couldn’t get enough of each other or be with one another quick enough.

As cliché as it sounds, we couldn’t get enough of one another.

“Karie, how are you?” he whispered, causing me to chuckle. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” I replied, moving my head back to look him in the eyes. He moved his hand up, wiping the sweat off of my forehead and smiled.

“You don’t regret it, do ya?”

“Hell no.”

“Me either.”

“Good,” I said, running my fingers through his thick hair. “Wanna go for round two?” I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled. He chuckled and shook his head. “No?”

“We have all night,” he whispered, laying back on the bed. He pulled me down and I rested my head on his chest. “I like feeling you against my skin.” I felt his hand move up and down my back slowly and I smiled.

“Was I okay?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him.

“Yeah, you were awesome,” he smiled at me. “It was… different.”

“Different?” I asked. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“A good way,” he said as I rested my head on his chest, kissing it lightly and smiled.

[/Karie]

[Nick]

“Promise?” Karie asked as I laughed. “Nick, don’t laugh.”

“I promise,” I reassured her. I kissed her on the top of the head and laid my head back on the pillow.

Being with her was different and it was a good type of different. I just don’t know how to put my finger on it. She took charge and knew what she wanted. She knew what she was doing and how to do it well.

She somehow knew everything that turned me on, even things that I never knew about.

I moved myself out of her and pushed her over onto the other side of the bed. I hovered over her and she smiled up at me.

“Change your mind?” she asked as I shook my head. I leaned down, kissing her neck gently, running my tongue down to her chest, between her breast. I felt her fingers run through my hair as I kissed my way to her stomach.

“What’s your wildest fantasy?” I asked, resting my chin on her stomach, looking up at her. She lifted her head, looking down at me and smiled.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Threesome.”

“Threesome?”

“Yes,” she said as I cracked a smile. There was no way I was doing that with her. “With another girl.” Girl?

“Oh, a girl?”

“Yeah, where we basically have to fight to be the best for the guy,” she said as I made my way, crawling back up her body. She laid back down on the bed and I smiled.

“You wouldn’t do anything with her?” I asked as she shrugged. “You know that’s like every guy’s fantasy, right?” She nodded and smiled. “Would you be mad if I didn’t want to share you with anybody, even a girl?”

“No, I wouldn’t be mad,” she said as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers.

“You’re perfect,” I said as she rolled her eyes. “No, seriously. You are fucking perfect.”

“I’m not perfect,” she said.

“You are.”

“No, I’m not,” she said as she moved out from under me. I looked at her as she shook her head at me again.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. I was confused. Why the hell did she move? Why was she getting so defensive? “You’re perfect, dammit. To me, anyway, you’re perfect.”

“This was such a great night,” she said, climbing out of bed. She moved the bed sheet to wrap around her and looked at me. “I’m not perfect, okay? I never have been. I might be perfect to you, so keep that to yourself. I know I’m not perfect.”

I was dumbfounded.

“Dude, you can’t be upset with me for saying you’re perfect,” I said. I climbed off the bed and stood naked before her. “Look at me, standing here with all my junk hanging out,” I said as she snorted and looked away. “I’m not perfect either. In fact, I’ve never been perfect.”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes,” she said, looking me up and down. “Nice build, good size dick, nice ass, killer lips. Pop star. Rich and famous. You’re perfect.”

“Long beautiful hair,” I said. “Big hazel, blue-ish looking eyes, perky little nose, beautiful smile, plump lips.” I grabbed the sheet from her, tossing it on the floor. “Silk smooth skin, beautiful breast,” I said, moving my hand to her stomach. “Awesome hips, a little stomach, long legs, awesome in bed,” I said, moving my body against hers. “Listen, you’re perfect to me. I know what your problem is.”

“Not perfect.”

“You’re insecure.”

“You would be too,” she said as I sighed.

“Do you think I like you just because of your body?” I asked as she looked down at my chest. “I saw you in your underwear on our second date. If I cared, I would have never called you back but here I am, at your freakin’ high school reunion and we just had the hottest night of sex, love making, whatever and I’m fucking crazy about you. Is that what you want to hear? I’ve known you for what, three weeks and I’m falling head over heels in love with you.”

Shit.

Shit.

I said the “l” word.

Shit.

Shit.

“What?” she asked as I quickly looked away.

[/Nick]