Beginnings

Carmen wrapped his arms around her waist, raising them both to their feet, before he broke the kiss and bent down to scoop her up in his arms and place her gently upon the bed. He slowly unzipped her thigh-high black boots, running his hands down her calves as he removed each one to reveal black thigh-high stockings held in place by her black lace garter belt.

He half-stifled a groan as he fought to control his ardor for her, as she looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her face beaming. Carmen reached over and dimmed the lights to a soft glow, and quickly removed his own shoes and socks. Siobhan chuckled as she found out one more thing that they had in common, and something completely dorkball at that: during sex, the socks HAVE to come off.

He started to unbuckle his belt when she stopped him with her hand on his.

"Nuh-uh. That's MY job." she commanded, seductively.

"What was I thinking?" he teased back, his deep melodic voice singing to the very depths of her. He stretched himself out beside her, propping himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to gently caress her face.

Carmen began to fondle her through her black pleather teddy, pulling down the top to expose her firm, tanned breasts.

"Incredible" he whispered, as his mouth claimed a nipple, encouraging it to peak. She moaned against his attentions, the sensations coursing through her body, setting it aflame. Her hands moved across his back and buttocks, pulling him against her, feeling his hardness straining against the thin fabric of his pants. Siobhan longed to touch the skin in this, the most sensitive of places, something she'd never done before. Unable to resist any longer, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slyly smiling as she found him sans underwear, and she took him in her hand, stroking him, tentatively at first, then with a firmer, more determined grip.

The moment her fingertips made contact with his length, Carmen could no longer keep control on his passion. His hands moved up her fire-red mini skirt and he looked up at her as he discovered that she wore no panties beneath it, his look of surprise being met with a mischievous glimmer. She raised her hips to assist him in removing her skirt and teddy and he stopped to drink in all of her like a man lost in the desert, dying of thirst, who'd stumbled upon an oasis.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life." he stated, his voice thick with passion and sincerity, his eyes wide with appreciation and desire. "You ... you honor me."

He practically tore off his shirt and pants; and, as he stood before her, it was her turn to take a long drink. Her eyes fell upon his length, hard and throbbing and she moved up to her knees, running her tongue along his shaft.

He grabbed her roughly, pushing her back down to the bed, maneuvering himself between her legs. She relished in the feel of his weight upon her and her core was wet and ready, aching for his entry.

He positioned the tip of his manhood against her gate, filling her in that first thrust and she climaxed from the sheer relief at finally having him inside her, at finally knowing the feel of this man. His mouth crushed down upon hers, possessing her mind, body, and soul.

Their bodies moved in that timeless rhythm, their moans reverberating across the room.

A single tear ran down her cheek as she reached her zenith, her back arched and her body convulsing. His peak was almost simultaneous and he shuddered as he flowed into her.

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She chuckled as she recalled the number of times that they'd made love that first night, at how she had to call out of work the next day because she was physically exhausted.

"You walked in, you were so quick to judge; but, honey he's nothing like me. Darling, why can't you see ...?"

A soft smile graced her lips as she remembered their first fight, a mere three days after that idyllic first night ... "Hello."

"Hi. Is Carmen there?"

"No, he's not. Can I take a message?" ("Who the hell is this bitch calling for my man at my house?" Siobhan thought to herself. "He gave some twinkie MY phone number to call HIM! Wait till I get my --")

"Um, uh, yeah. Could you tell him that Lexi called and that I'm going to be late tonight?"

("Lexi ... late tonight ... that fucking son of a bitch ..." It took everything she had not to show this "woman", this, this, whateverthefuckhernamewas, how rattled she had her, how pissed she had her, how threatened Siobhan felt.)

"Sure, I'll tell him, of course." ("You rotten bitch. Yeah, I'll tell him all right! Ohhhhh do I have a thing or two to tell HIM!")

"Great! Thanks!"

With that, Siobhan hung up and immediately proceeded to cattily tear down Little Miss Lexi. "Hmmmm ... lemme guess ... blonde ... big fake tits ... no brains .... WAIT until that prick comes over!" she muttered to herself and her empty living room. Her daughter, Fiona, was having her first sleep-over at her friend Maria's house and Siobhan was glad for it, glad that she didn't have to expose her daughter to her wrath.

She began to pace back-and-forth across the room, at one point grabbing her pack of cigarettes, chainsmoking as she continued to feed her rage. Her eyes caught sight of the beautiful mixed bouquet of flowers Carmen had sent her two days before, sugary words of love on the card and she'd foolishly cried when she read them, she was so moved by his eloquence.

Siobhan stomped over to the dining room table, grabbed the vase, and hurled it against the far wall with every ounce of strength she had in her, crashing near the front door, narrowly missing Carmen as he walked in.

"Hey Babe, I'm -- damn Von! What's wrong?" he exclaimed, ducking and swaying to avoid the flying shards, his face registering concern and worry for her.

"Who ... the FUCK ... is Lexi?!"

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