Over and over I look in your eyes
You are all I desire…you have captured me
I want to hold you, I want to be close to you
I never want to let go
I wish that this night would never end…I need to know
Could I hold you for a lifetime
Could I look into your eyes
Could I have this night to share this night together
Could I hold you close beside me
Could I hold you for all time
Could I have this kiss forever
Over and over I've dreamed of this night
Now you're here by my side…you are next to me
I want to hold you and touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me
I wish that this kiss could never end, oh baby please
Could I hold you for a lifetime
Could I look into your eyes
Could I have this night to share this night together
Could I hold you close beside me
Could I hold you for all time
Could I have this kiss forever
I don't want any night to go by without you by my side
I just want all my days spent being next to you
Lived for just loving you and baby, oh by the way
Could I hold you for a lifetime
Could I look into your eyes
Could I have this night to share this night together
Could I hold you close beside me
Could I hold you for all time
Could I have this kiss forever


Sean/PJ

Four years. That's a long time to be together. But, I wouldn't change a damn thing, no matter what. I love him. He loves me. Took me a long time to believe it, but I know he does. He proves that to me every day, in the simplest of ways. Sometimes he shows it by bringing me breakfast in bed, and sometimes it's a silly note he slips me as he passes by me in the locker room. But mostly it's the way he smiles at me when I catch him looking at me across the room. And I have to smile back. Can't resist him. Never could.

So here we are, alone for the first time in days. Yeah, it took me awhile to plan it, and even longer to convince the others to leave us alone. He's soaking in the tub - I told him that he needed to relax a bit before we went out. Only thing is, we're not. He thinks we are, but I have something else in mind. So while he's in there, relaxing and all that, I'm running around, lighting candles, changing the sheets on the bed - had to bring along satin ones and hide them in the bottom of my bag.

I hear him moving around in the bathroom and I rush to make sure everything is perfect. Candles - check; satin sheets - check; cold beer - check; me - a total mess. But hey, nobody's perfect right? The door opens a crack and he flips off the light switch. I see the look on his face when he steps into the bedroom. Slowly, he walks toward me, taking in everything around him. When he gets to the chair that I'm sitting in, he drops down to his knees and looks up at me, his dark eyes - and bald head - reflecting the candlelight. "What's up?" he asks me. I smile at him and take his hands. "I thought we were gonna meet the guys."

I shake my head and stand, pulling him up with me. I kiss the top of his head as I wrap my arms around his waist. "Changed my mind," I told him, kissing the side of his neck. He squirmed against me, then put his hands on my shoulders. His eyes slip shut and I know what he wants. Running my tongue along his jaw line, I hear him sigh. When I reached the point of his chin, I moved up and ran my tongue along his bottom lip. He has the most incredible lips I have ever seen.

His lips part as I snake my tongue inside, tasting every square inch of his mouth. I feel his tongue pushing against mine, twirling around it, causing my blood to boil. My cock hardens more than it already is, simply from the taste of him. I feel him shift a bit, pressing his groin to mine, rubbing against me. Our tongues continue their dance, while down below, I feel the heat coming off his erection as he grinds into me, urging me to move faster.

But, I have other plans. I break away from his mouth, my brain screaming at me for my stupidity. He looks into my eyes and smiles. I smile back and take him by the hand, leading him to the bed. He sits down, running his hands along the satiny fabric. His body is still damp from his bath, so he slides around a little, laughing as he does. I laugh with him, knowing that his occasional childlike innocence is not an act.

He reaches for my boxers, but I gently move his hands away. "Not yet," I say, and smile at the slight look of disappointment on his face. I motion for him to move and he does, laying his head on the pillow, stretching his arms up behind his head. I lay next to him and trace my fingers down his body, from the top of his head all the way down to his toes. He laughs when I tickle them, and my heart soars at the sound.

I reach out and run my tongue around his ankle, listening to him take deep breaths. He knows what's coming. My tongue travels up the inside of his calf, tasting faintly of soap, while my hand travels up the other leg. The goose bumps appear under my lips and I know that he's anticipating this as much as I am. My fingers reach the bottom of his boxers and I run my hands under the soft cotton material, traveling further upward until they connect with the hot flesh covering his balls.

I hear him groan softly, knowing how much he likes that. I continue massaging with my left hand while my right slips up and grasps the base of his cock, squeezing it softly. He groans again as I slide my hand up and down, stroking him, loving the way the veins throb in my hand. His hips rise off the bed, wanting more from my touch. Finally, I reach up and grasp the waistband from inside and pull his boxers down, tossing them to the floor.

And there it is - the object of my desire. I tongue his balls, watching his thighs tense. His hands slip down and find a resting place in my hair. He tugs gently, never too hard. With the tip of my tongue, I trace the vein on the underside of his cock, making my way to the tip. I hear him take a deep breath as my lips open over it, slowly slipping down to the base. As I tighten my mouth around him, once again savoring his taste, his breath slowly escapes.

"Oh, Sean," he sighs as I start to suck him, up, down, slowly swirling my tongue around the head before plunging back down to the base. His hips start their dance, rising up, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. My fingers trace the lines of his hip bones as I suck him harder. I've set a slow pace, sucking and licking, when he speaks.

"C'mere," he says. I know what he wants, so I move around, my cock within his reach. I feel his warm hand wrap around me, stroking in time with the sucking motion. When I feel his fingers rubbing lightly over the sensitive skin surrounding my entrance, it's my turn to groan. I hear him pop the bottle of lube, then feel a slick fingers enter me. I pause for a moment, relishing the feel of his hands on me, fingers inside me, stroking every spot I have, making me squirm.

We continue like this for what seems like days, when he removes his fingers. I feel his hand on my head again, pulling back gently. I take one last lick up the length of his cock, then turn around so that we are face to face. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply, his hands sliding down my back. He rolls me over and I spread my legs, knowing what is about to come.

Our eyes lock and he smiles at me, sliding his cock into my ass, slowly yet deliberately. I feel his balls against me, as he slides out, then pushes in again, grinding against me. I feel the tip stroking that sweet spot deep inside me, causing me to arch up against him. He chuckles. "Like that, huh?" he asks, his voice deep and scratchy with lust. I can't speak, so I groan my reply.

He pulls out, almost completely, before slamming back into me again. This is the way we move, hard and fast, then slow and gentle. His erratic pace drives me wild. I think that it can't get any better than this, until I feel his hand wrap around my cock and he begins to stroke me, bringing me closer to the brink. I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss, which is surprisingly gentle compared to the way he's pounding my ass at the moment.

I feel my balls tighten and I open my eyes to look at him. He's got that look of total concentration on his face, and he's totally into it. His hand is flying up and down the length of my cock and my mind is reeling, everything in me on fire. I feel him nudge my prostate harder and faster, and I know he's close, as close as I am. I want to hold out, so that we can finish together.

And then, it happens…he moves faster, stroking me inside and out, and he asks if I'm ready. I nod and tighten my muscles around him, as he tightens his hand around me. "Faster, baby," I say, clenching my teeth. I feel the first drops of hot sticky fluid shoot out over his hand as he buries himself deep in me, and I scream, "I love you, PJ!" And somewhere among the grunts, groans and string of curses, I hear him say, "I love you, too." Then he smiles at me one last time before drifting off to sleep. Four years. I hope we have a hundred more.

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Hunter/Jeff

It's time to play the Game! I stare at my reflection in the mirror, laughin' at myself. Makes Hunter laugh too, when I start singin' that. See, that's how I let him know I'm in the mood. I just look at him, drop my voice a little, and sing that line from his theme song. Then he gets all mad lookin' and growls at me. Damn, that turns me on more 'n anything. He knows it. That's why he does it all the damn time.

I head back out to the bar and see him at the table, surrounded by a buncha fans, and I walk up real slow. He's signin' autographs, so I go past the table. When I get even with his shoulder, I open my mouth and say, "it's time to play the Game!" just loud enough for him to hear me. And when I sit down across from Matt, I laugh as I see him starin' at me, his mouth open.

He finishes up real quick, then walks over, that look on his face. Matt glances at me, wonderin' what I did now. I just smile and wait. Hunter stands there, puts his hands on the table and leans way over. I see the twinkle in his eyes when he opens his mouth and growls at me. I glance over at Matt, and he's got this weird look on his face, like he's scared or something.

Hunter turns around and walks off. I jump up and follow him. I see him get into the elevator and I run to catch up, jumpin' in right as the doors close. He grabs me, pushin' me against the wall, and he kisses me hard and deep. I put my arms around his neck and kiss back, and I start rubbin' against him, feelin' how hard he is already. I ain't too far behind. When I nip at his earlobe, he swats me on the ass. "Missed you," he whispers when I suck on his neck. "How much?" I ask. He takes my hand and puts it over the bulge in his jeans. I whistle, and he laughs.

The elevator stops and he steps back from me. He looks out the door to make sure nobody's there, then he turns around and picks me up, throwin' me over his shoulder. Woohoo!! Caveman time! I wiggle around, cuz that's what I'm supposed to do. Ya know, pretend I don't like it. He swats my ass again, and I moan when he starts rubbin' his hand over it.

We pass Kevin in the hall and he laughs, then asks Hunter if he was takin' out the trash or something. Hunter laughed at him, and I stuck out my tongue. Then Kevin swatted my ass. Hey! I think. That kinda hurt. Oh well, I know Hunter will kiss it and make it all better. Hehehe. I start rubbin' my cock into his shoulder and he tells me to stop it. Somehow, he manages to get the door unlocked and opened.

When we get inside, he tosses me down on the bed. "You're such a brat," he said. I smile at him. "Yeah, but ya love me anyway!" I tell him. He smiles, then sits down on the bed next to me. I think he's gonna kiss me again, but he starts ticklin' me instead. I'm movin' around, tryin' to get away from him, and squealin' like a damn girl. All of a sudden, he stops and gets this serious look on his face.

I reach up and touch his cheek. "What's wrong?" I ask. He leans down and kisses me real soft, then says, "nothing. You're right, though." I sit up. "Bout what?" I ask. He kisses me again, then says, "I do gotta love you." He don't get sweet like that all the time, so it always makes me tingle when he does. His eyes get all soft and he brushes the hair outta my eyes, then kisses my forehead.

He works his way down my face and I feel his lips against mine, and he starts kissin' me. He does it real soft, real slow. Sometimes I think kissin' him is the best part. He told me once that he could kiss me for hours and never get tired of it. Me too. He's playin' with my hair, rubbin' my head and suckin' on my bottom lip. Oh yeah, definite tingle now.

He starts movin' his hands down my sides and I can feel how warm he is. He pulls me close, then rolls over on his back with me on top of him. He slides his hands under my shirt, rubbin' my back real soft. He knows I love that. My hands are tangled up in his hair, lovin' every second of his mouth on mine. I lean up and look at him. "I want you," I say, then lean down and lick his throat. He's growlin' again.

I sit up and start unbuttoning his shirt, runnin' my nails over his chest. God, how I love that chest! It's so hard and hot under my fingers. I think I'm gonna cum right then and there, just from touchin' him. I open his shirt and lean down, lickin' his nipples. He makes another sound, between a growl and a groan, and I suck on it, knowin' that it will make him harder. Yep, it sure does.

I slide down a little more, unzippin' his jeans and pullin' them down. He raises up so I can pull 'em all the way off, then I sit back and just stare at his cock for a minute. I look up and catch him lookin' at me, his eyes closed halfway. That look just oozes sex. Wait, did I just say "oozes"? Hehehe. I take off my shirt, then grab his cock and lean over so that I can rub the tip over my nipples.

He makes that sound again, and I raise up so he can lick the sticky stuff off me. He sucks on my nipple, then reaches down and grabs my ass. I rub against him, glad I'm wearin' my tight pants. He's archin' up off the bed and I grind into his stomach, wantin' more. After he's sucked and licked my nipples for a while, I move back down and deep throat his huge cock.

I move up and down on it, suckin', lickin' and movin' my tongue around the head. Damn, he tastes good. I wish I could suck him off, but I know he won't let me. He wants to be inside me, cuz it's been a long time. Sometimes, he lets me finish him off with my mouth, but not often. I don't mind though. I suck him for a while, then he tells me to stop. I stand up and take off my pants, then start to pull off my thong. He reaches out and stops me, then tells me to lay back down.

He reaches down and spreads my legs, then lays between them. He rubs his cheek over my cock, and it moves under him. He laughs, then starts rubbin' it through the material. "You're gonna make me crazy, Hunt," I tell him. He laughs. "Can't make you something you already are," he replies. I swat at his head. That's when he puts his lips against me and starts suckin' me through my thong.

Oh god, I could just die right here and go to heaven a happy man. He's teasin' me like nobody's business and I can't take it any more. "Please," I croak. He looks up at me. "Please what, babe?" he asks. "Suck me, fuck me, anything," I say. He gives me that smile, then pulls my thong down, lickin' my cock. He takes me in his mouth and sucks hard and fast, his nails rakin' down my thighs.

I lay there and enjoy the hell outta his mouth, never wantin' him to stop. I think he reads my mind, cuz he reaches down and starts stroking me too, sendin' me closer and closer. When I feel his fingers playin' with my ass, I know that it won't take long. He stops suckin' long enough to squeeze the head of my cock, then he wipes his fingers over it, makin' them all slick. Then his mouth is on me again and I feel him slidin' his fingers inside me.

After a few minutes, he adds another finger, poking my sweet spot while he sucks harder and faster. Oh shit, I think as he bites down real soft on the tip of my cock and pushes his fingers in farther. "Oh yeah," I say, hopin' he doesn't stop. So I ask him. "Please, don't stop," I say. I hear him mumble, "I won't" while he sucks even more. I feel it. My balls tighten, my body tenses, and I tell him, "I'm about to cum," and he moves faster. His throat moves as he swallows my load, stroking inside me still. I get real sensitive and push him off me.

He lays down next to me, but don't touch me, cuz he knows how I'm feelin' right now. After a few minutes, I reach down and grab his cock, stroking it. He sighs and leans back, closin' his eyes. I scoot back down and start suckin' him again. He starts playin' with my hair so I suck him harder. I reach down and play with his balls, rubbin' them between my fingers. His hips are movin' up, makin' his cock go deeper, so I suck him faster.

I know him as well as I know myself, so I stop right before he starts to cum. "Hey," he said, "what do ya think you're doing, Rainbow?" I look up at him, confused. "Suck me, baby," he says. "I want you to finish me off." I smile, thankful for the treat he's givin' me. I lick my way down to the base, kissin' his balls before I suck 'em into my mouth.

He groans again, so I move back up and wrap my lips around the head before I swallow it again. My head is bobbin' up and down, my tongue working him like there's no tomorrow. After a few minutes, he grabs my hair and starts screamin' my name, as he shoots down my throat. I swallow fast as I can, tryin' to keep up with him. When he's done, he pulls me up and kisses me again. I can taste both of us there, and it makes me smile.

I lay down next to him and he pulls the blanket over us, wrappin' me up in his arms. He kisses my forehead, then my eyes, then my lips again. "Wonderful," we both say at the same time, then we laugh. "Love you," he whispers in my ear, his voice all sleepy. I put my head in the crook of his neck, cuz it seems like it was made just for that, and tell him, "love you, too," before we fall asleep. Maybe when we wake up, we can play the game again.

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HBK/Shannon

Matt is makin' me crazy. He's talkin' about some chick across the bar, and I wanna ask him why the hell he don't just go over there and talk to her. But nooooo…he's gonna sit here and bore me to tears all night long, just cuz Jeff left us here to go be with Hunter. I'm tryin' to act like I'm payin' attention to him, but I ain't, cuz across the room is the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid my eyes on. So, why don't I take my own advice and go over there and say somethin'?

Maybe because I'm not worthy. I mean, hell, look at him. He's beautiful. He's wonderful. He's a legend. And I'm just a skinny little kid from North Carolina whose major distinction at the moment is that I used to be part of a pretty decent tag team. He was the freakin' world champ, for fuck's sake.

I glance over at him once in a while, the whole time listenin' to Matt, when I finally say, "just go over there and talk to her, or shut the hell up." He looks at me then leaves. At last - peace. I start playing with the label on my beer bottle, which I had the hardest time getting in the first place. I've picked off most of it, puttin' it in a little pile next to my bottle.

I'm listening to some stupid ass country song on the jukebox when I feel someone standin' next to the table. I start to move my eyes up real slow, and almost fall outta my seat when I see that it's him. IT'S HIM!!! Oh my god, he's standin' right here next to me. I think I'm gonna piss my pants. And then he pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. Ohgodohgodohgod. What do I do now?

He smiles, his blue eyes sparkling' in the dim light. "Hey," he says, his Texas drawl ticklin' my ears. "How ya doin' over here, kid?" I blink at him, and he laughs. "Cat got your tongue?" he asks. Okay, I'm sittin' here with the one person I have wanted my entire life, and I'm acting like a complete and utter idiot. So, I do the only thing I can think of in this situation. I smile and nod like a fool. All I need to do now is start droolin' and I'd make the picture complete.

He reaches out and puts his hand over mine. "No need to be nervous, Shannon," he says. HE KNOWS MY NAME? "I don't bite….much." I gulp and look up at him. His face is so serious that I can't help but laugh. He laughs too and that's all it took.

"Sorry," I said, "you just made me a little nervous, that's all." He nods in understanding. "So, uh, what can I do for ya?" I ask. His hand moves up and starts playing with a strand of my hair. All of a sudden, I feel like I'm floatin' on air. "I've been watching you tonight," he says. I wait. "And I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere quiet, so we can talk. Ya know, get to know each other."

I think I nodded, cuz he stood up and held out his hand for me. I let him help me up and followed him out of the bar. Matt looked over at me and I shrugged. When we got to the lobby, he turned around to me. "You like ice cream?" he asked. Huh? "Um, yeah, I do," I said. "Cool," he said. "Let's go." He held the door open for me and we walked outside into the night air.

It was kinda cool, and he reached over and put his arm around me, pulling me close to him. Without thinkin', I slipped my arm around his waist and I felt him laugh. We get to his car and he opens the door for me again. I slide into the passenger seat and he runs around to the drivers' side and gets in. He starts he car and turns on the radio.

After we drive for a few minutes, I look over at him. "So, where we goin'?" I ask. He makes a left, then points up ahead. I laugh when I see the Denny's sign. "Good banana splits," he explains as he pulls into the parking lot. He gets out and I start to do the same when I see him moving around to my side and opening the door for me once again. What a gentleman.

There are only a few people inside, so the waitress tells us to sit wherever we want. He leads us to a table in the back and we sit down. The waitress comes over and he orders two banana splits. She smiles at us and goes off, leaving us alone again. "It's good to see you back, Shawn," I say, trying to make conversation. He looks me in the eye and says, "you can call me Mike, Shannon. Right now, I ain't Shawn."

"Okay," I say. "It's good to see you back, Mike." He grins so big that his dimples look like craters in the moon. Damn, he's got a pretty smile. The waitress comes back with our order and I notice that there's a lot more whipped cream on there than normal. "Think she recognized ya?" he asked me. I almost choke. "Me?" I ask. "No, I think you're the reason for the special treatment." He shook his head and began eating his ice cream.

I found myself fascinated, watching the spoon disappear in his mouth, then pull slowly back out. He had a bit of chocolate syrup on the corner of his mouth and I thought I was gonna die when he stuck the tip of his tongue out and licked it away. Wonder what else he could do with that thing?

I musta been starin' awful hard, because I looked up and he was lookin' right at me as he licked some pineapple sauce from the spoon. I made some kinda sound and he grinned. "Like what ya see?" he asked. I blushed and dropped my head so he couldn't see. He reached across the table and put his hand under my chin, then raised my head to look into my eyes again. "Hey," he said, "I've you're uncomfortable, I can take you back to the hotel." I shook my head fast.

"It's not that," I say. I carefully pick a peanut up out of my bowl and roll it around between my fingers. "Then what is it?" he asks. Okay, it's not that far to the hotel, so if I piss him off, it won't be that long a walk, so I decide to say what's on my mind. "I, well, I'm just tryin' to figure out why we're here." I say quietly. He looks at me with a question in his eyes. "I mean, why me?"

He leans back, lookin' at me the whole time. "Why not you?" he counters. I stop. What did he say? "Well," I start, "you're…well, you're Shawn Michaels, HBK, the icon. You're perfect. And me, well I'm just a kid." He leans forward, his arms on the table, and looks me right in the eye and says, "you're beautiful. You're smart. You're damn sexy. And I want to get to know you better. What's wrong with that?"

I shrug. "Nothin', I guess," I say. "I just figured you woulda wanted someone more like you." He laughs so loud that everybody turns around and looks at us. "God, kid," he says when he stops, "why the hell would I want someone like me? I'm a pain in the ass. I'm obnoxious. Hell, I have the biggest attitude this business has ever seen. And, despite what you think, I am far from perfect."

I shake my head. "Well, I think you are," I said defiantly. He nods. "Right back at ya," he says, then picks up his spoon and finishes off his banana split. I'm done not too long after and we get up and pay the bill. Back in the car, he turns to me, then leans over and kisses me on the cheek. My hand flies up and touches the spot that his lips just occupied and I think I'm melting into the seat.

He laughs again, then drives off down the street, away from the hotel. We end up in a park, way back in the back, surrounded by trees. He turns the car off and turns to me. "I always come here whenever I'm in town," he explains. "You can see the stars real good from here." I look up out the window and see he's right. "They're beautiful," I say.

He slides across the seat so that he's right next to me. I feel his breath on my cheek as he whispers, "not as beautiful as you." I'm glad it's dark so he can't see me blush again. I turn my head to look at him and his lips land on mine. I can't help myself. Just the feel of his lips, something I have dreamed about for as long as I can remember, causes me to shiver. He pulls me close, warming me with his body heat, and I relax into his strong arms.

If I'm dreamin' please DO NOT wake me up! I think as he deepens the kiss. In all my wildest dreams, in all the times I imagined this moment, nothing could compare to the real thing. He tastes like fruit and cream and something else that I know just has to be his natural flavor. And it's makin' me hard as a rock. I shift around a bit to ease the pressure, and I think he knows what I'm doing cuz he backs off just enough for me to turn.

He reaches over and puts his hands on my waist then he kinda lifts me up and pulls me into his lap. I put my arm around his neck and my other hand on his chest and start kissin' him again. God, I could get soooo used to this. He put his arms around my waist again and I feel his hands movin' up and down my side. I can feel his cock pressed against my thigh and it's hard.

My hand is right over his nipple and I start to run my fingers around it, feelin' it get harder. He sucks his breath in through his teeth and looks at me. "Damn," he said. "For future reference, I like that a lot." Future? Whoa. I lean down and trace his ear with my tongue. He shivers a little, so I know that something else I can add to my 'future reference' file. His lips are suckin' the skin on my neck under my ear and I yelp. I pull back and look at him. He smiles. "Future reference?" he asks and I nod.

I'm thinkin' about what I want to do next when he turns a little in the seat. I think I know what he's tryin' to do, so I raise up and let him move around. He's leanin' against the door, so I move over and straddle his thighs. It's a bit uncomfortable. He looks over into the back seat and I nod, then crawl over. He gets out, then climbs in with me, leaning against the door again. I resume my position on his thighs and lean in for another kiss, pullin' on both nipples this time.

His hips buck up and I know I've hit pay dirt. His hands are on my ass. Rubbin' it real soft through my jeans. I grind against him a little, not too much. He kisses me harder, his tongue barely inside my mouth. I suck on it and he groans real loud. "God, you are so good," he says in that gravelly voice of his and I feel my cock twitch at the sound.

My hand slips down off his chest and comes to rest on the bulge in his jeans. I'm a little nervous, but I start rubbin' it, not with too much pressure, my other hand still playin' with his nipples, dartin' back from side to side. He's movin' around underneath me, and I can feel his cock against my ass. I want him so bad, but I'm afraid to ask.

Then, like he was readin' my mind, he whispered, "I want you, Shannon," in my ear. I jumped back a little and I guess he thought he scared me, cuz he started rubbin' my back and tellin' me it was okay. "Yeah," I said. "It is okay. It's just that I was thinkin' the same thing." He smiled and pulled me back down to his lips. He unbuttons my shirt, then I felt his lips on my nipples and I almost came in my pants again.

He pushes me back a little, then took off his shirt. I laid down on him, loving the feel of his chest against mine. That's when he undid his pants. I reach my hand inside and pull his cock out, stroking it. He leans his head back, groaning, tellin' me how good my hand feels on his cock. Then, he reaches into my pants and does this same. Heaven. Pure heaven.

We lay there, me on top of him, kissin' and stroking each other. Both of us are breathin' pretty heavy and the windows are getting all foggy. "Faster," he whispers against my chest, so I grip his cock tighter and move my hand up and down, faster than before. He's doin' the same to me, and I know that any minute now, I'm gonna explode.

I think he's thinkin' the same thing, because he's pumpin' my cock faster, his other hand squeezing my hip. I have a deathgrip on the back of the seat, my lips locked on to his chest. I move up and kiss him again, right as I feel myself exploding all over his hand. Two seconds later, my hand is full too, and I lean back and lick every drop of it from my fingers. I see him doin' the same thing, and I wonder what he's thinkin'. he has a huge smile on his face, and I guess I do too. Finally, he looks at me and says, "better than that banana split."

I blush again and giggle. He fixes his pants and I move back to do the same. When I'm done, he pulls me onto his chest and wraps his arms around me, kissing me again. We lay there for a while before he decides that it's too cold out there and we need to get back to the hotel where it's nice and warm. We don't say much on the trip back. When we get inside the hotel, he takes my hand and leads me to the elevator.

As we make our way upstairs, he leans over and kisses me again. He walks me to my room and takes the key from my hand, opening the door and standing there after I walk in. I turn back and kiss him again. He pulls me close, arms tight around me. I start to ask him in, when he kisses my cheek and says, "I had a great time tonight." I smile at him. "Me, too," I say, then he lets go.

With one last kiss, he turns to leave. "By the way, Shannon," he says, turning back. "Yeah?" I reply. "For future reference," he pauses, winking at me, "I think I could fall in love with you." I stood there, smiling down the hallway as he disappears. I whisper to no one in particular, "for future reference, I think I already have."