Paige followed Steve down the rocky incline toward a secluded section of the beach that he knew about.

They walked along the shoreline, talking animatedly...every now and then Steve would kick water onto her...causing Paige to shriek and run ahead of him slightly.  He caught up with her and caught her around the waist, pulling her back beside him.

He reached down and took her hand into his, tangling his fingers with hers.  She looked over at him and smiled coyly.  He smiled back and winked, squeezing her hand slightly.

When their legs started to grow weary from walking in the wet sand, they sat down on a small collection of rocks and watched the sunset together.  Steve reaching out to pull her back into his arms, so the back of her head was resting against his chest.

He reached up and began to run his fingers through her hair, she smiled and tilted her head back for a kiss...he fulfilled her wish, pressing his lips gently to hers. Their kiss intensified as the sun went down in front of them, casting brilliant patterns of red and gold on the rocks around them.

"Do you want to swim?" He asked her, breaking their kiss.

She laughed, "Now?"

He nodded, making himself look irresistibly cute, "C'mon! It'll be fun!"

"I don't have a suit..." She started to protest...

"Are you wearing underwear?"

"Excuse me?" She said, taken aback slightly.

He chuckled, "You heard me...are you wearing underwear?"

"Yes..." She said, blushing slightly...even though Paige rarely, if ever blushed about much of anything.

He stood up and started taking off his shirt. Paige just stared at him wide-eyed, not quite understanding why he reduced her to a bundle of nerves. Finally after he began to undo the snap on his jeans, she decided that it might not be such a bad idea after all...

"That's the spirit!" He said, grinning madly at her, as he stood before her in his boxers. She fought the urge to grab him and have her way with him right there in the sand, and instead removed her own clothes, revealing her own turquoise bra and underwear set.

Steve stood for a long moment, looking at her appreciatively. She felt her body grow warm under his gaze, and smiled at him.

"Like what you see?" She teased.

"Um...yeah!" He said, trying to contain himself just like she was, "You're a beautiful woman, Paige..."

"Thank you..." She said, taking his hand as he extended it to her. He pulled her into his arms first and lay a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he ran his hands up and down her back, his hands warm and dry against her cooling skin.

Their kiss ended, and the two of them walked to the water's edge together, hand-in-hand. He put his arms around her from behind and walked her deeper into the water, they got waist deep and then he turned her around in his arms to face him, taking the opportunity to kiss her again.

Lex had never had a lover as gentle, and soulful as Chris was. He took the time to make love not just to the most obvious parts of her body...but to each and every inch of it...worshiping it with his lips and hands slowly and completely.

She moaned with pleasure as his lips trailed a slow, cool path down her stomach and stopped just above where she wanted them most.

She reached down and let her fingers lose themselves in his short dark hair, gently moving her nails against his scalp. He sighed, causing his breath to touch her skin, giving her goose-bumps. She arched her back with the sensation, and he nuzzled her stomach, his facial hair tickling her tender flesh.

"I want you, Chris..." She breathed, "I want you so bad..."

He acknowledged her by running his hand up the inside of her thigh, and placing his fingers right at the entrance of her heat. He then looked up at her, as though asking permission. She nodded, and lay her head back, closing her eyes...preparing herself for the rush of pleasure she was about to experience.

His fingers brushed her slight trace of pubic hair, and she sighed heavily. Taking that as his motivation he gently ran his fingers down the length of her slit, then stopped momentarily to rub her clit with the tips of his fingers.

She moaned, which edged him on further, causing him to push one finger deep inside her, while the other worked more fervently at her clit.

She began to writhe and moan passionately, working her hips against his hand, finally he plunged another finger into her, and began to work them in and out...keeping time with the rhythm of her moaning.

There were two things that she noticed about Chris as he touched her so expertly. One, he was nearly dead silent...Two, he made his decisions about what to do next based on how she reacted to what he was doing. Keeping that in mind, she made her moaning louder, and more deliberate...and shuddered with pleasure when it made Chris work harder at thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chris pulled his fingers out of her, and moved up on the bed so he hovered above her, looking down into her eyes with those doe brown eyes of his own. He dipped his face down to kiss her passionately, and she returned in favor, their tongues entertwining as though they were fighting one another for dominance.

He reached down with one hand, using his other to steady himself on the bed above her. He positioned his now nearly-painful erection at her opening, and with one silent thrust, was inside her.

He began to move in and out of her, burying his face in her neck and sucking and licking at it while letting off soft little grunts, portraying his own pleasure. She clung to him, digging her nails into his muscular back, working her hips back against his.

He fucked her with deep, long thrusts...his own moaning becoming louder, and joining hers. She got pleasure out of that all on it's own...it meant that he was beginning to become comfortable with her...his silence was eerie, yet at the same time intriguing.

Their love-making became more passionate...more deliberate, and with it their moaning louder...until the sounds of their pleasure were reverberating off the walls around them.

She reached her peak before he did, if only by seconds...she pulled him closer to her as she came, his name escaping her lips in one long...breathy moan.

She could tell that he was close to his own release by the choppy, gutteral sound of his breathing. He reached behind her, clutching her hips with his hands tightly and thrust himself into her hard, causing her to grasp the blankets on the bed on each side of her to keep herself from being thrown off onto the floor.

He shuddered as his orgasm ended, and collapsed into a gasping heap on top of her. His head resting against her breast. He rolled over onto his back, and pulled her over into his arms, kissing her deeply as he did.

"Stand up." Justin ordered me, moving from where he lay on the floor so that he too was on his feet.

I did as I was told, and looked at him strangely, not sure what was going to happen next, but intrigued as hell.

He stepped to me smoothly, reminding me of how he moved while dancing. He placed his arms around me and rested his hands on my ass, lifting me up into his arms so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.

He carried me toward the bedroom, his lips on my throat, sucking at it. I wondered how the hell he could walk with my hair in his face, but decided not to ask.

He got to the edge of my bed, and nearly pushed me out of his arms. I landed on my back, looking up at him, the effects of the alcohol making him look hazy...but dead sexy nonetheless.

"It's like this..." He said, reaching down to undo my pants, "I want you...simple as that." He pulled my shoes off and threw them aside before pulling my pants down my legs, and doing the same with them, "And what I want...I get."

"I have no problem with..." I started.

He cut me off.

"Shhh..." He said, "I'm not finished."

I nodded, letting him know that I understood.

He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up to a sitting position. Then pulled my shirt over my head, almost savagely, I was getting strangely excited by the way he was treating me.

"So we gonna do this..." He went on, reaching behind me with one hand to un-do my bra, before pulling that off too. "But when we're done...I'm gonna leave...I'mma go back to my life, and you're gonna go back to yours." He pushed me with one hand back onto my back and went about removing my panties, "I wanna fuck you...plain and simple...no harm, no foul, right?"

I could tell by the look on his face that it was alright for me to speak at this point, so I nodded, "Yeah Justin...I understand."

"Good." He said, removing his own pants.

I couldn't help but wonder what I was getting myself into as he lowered himself down on top of me...but looking at his toned body, and feeling the heat that was eminating off of it, made me not give a damn.