Keywords: Ch., 03, Powered, Diesel,

We hung around downstairs until the party ended. He didn't hide the fact that we had become more than friends, but he didn't advertise it either. Unlike some of the guests who didn't care if everyone saw them fucking in the corner, we kept the public displays of affection to a minimum. That's not to say there weren't a few kisses stolen here and there. We didn't have "that" much self control.

About one in the morning, the last guests had finally either driven away or been packed in someone else's car to be carried home. As late as it was, I wasn't sure if Vin wanted me to stay, but he answered the unspoken question by taking my hand and leading me up the stairs. "I want you to spend the night," he said as he threw me one of his pajama shirts. "No strings attached… well… I want attachment with you; I just meant you can stay the night without worrying about me trying to put the moves on you."

He let me have the bathroom first, so I took the offered shirt and went to change. Slipping off my heels, I sat on the lowered toilet lid and rubbed my feet. I should have taken them off hours earlier, but the cast and crew were not very considerate about where they threw their trash. The shirt replaced my sexy dress, the hem covering about the same amount of leg. I left several of the top buttons undone, exposing a healthy view of my cleavage. He might not have intended to put any moves on me, but that didn't mean I wouldn't put a few on him.

I struggled with whether or not to wash off my make-up. Sleeping it in could cause problems with my skin later. According to some health guru, one night of leaving your make-up on could cause a month's worth of wrinkles. Would Vin think I was beautiful without it? Well, that was what would tell the tale. If he didn't, I'd be out the door pretty quick. Looks could only get you so far. If there wasn't something else there to hold the interest, the relationship was doomed before it ever began.

Pulling a washcloth from the bathroom closet, I quickly scrubbed the make-up from my face. A rosy glow remained on my cheeks even after the blush was washed away. My auburn curls cascaded around my face after I released the clip holding them on top of my head. I shook them out, and they settled in soft waves over my shoulders. With one last look in the mirror, I exited the bathroom, padding quietly across the carpet on bare feet.

"There's just something amazingly sexy about a woman in a man's pajama top," he stated as I climbed into the bed with him.

"I'd rather I wear it than you," I responded as my eyes raked down his naked broad chest. "You look fantastic without it." I knew most women in the world agreed with me on that one.

I crawled across the king sized bed on my hands and knees, smiling as his eyes were drawn to the gaping neckline of the pajama top… or rather what it wasn't covering. "You're making it difficult for me to keep my word," he said as I lay on my side facing him.

"Maybe I don't want you to." I cradled his face in my hands and pulled it towards mine. Our lips met tenderly, but the gentleness didn't last long. We ended up with me on my back and him lying on top of me, our mouths melding together, our lips and tongues hungrily feasting upon each other's. My legs were splayed open, and I felt his growing arousal as the weight of his body pressed into mine.

Need consumed us, our hands roaming over heated skin as we devoured each other in the kiss. My back arched beneath him as he pushed aside the pajama shirt and caressed my breast, his thumb grazing over my nipple. I groaned loudly as he rubbed his now rock hard cock against my mound which was covered by the thin barrier of my damp panties.

Frenzied motions rid us of our clothing, and his skin felt hot against my own. I bit my lip as he pushed his hand between us and cupped my pussy, the lips wet with desire. My arms wrapped around his torso, my fingers digging into the smooth flesh of his back as he pushed a finger inside my clutching pink walls. My lips felt swollen and bruised as the kiss continued, our mouths not able to get enough of each other. My body was on fire, and I bucked onto his finger, whimpering as it plunged deep into me.

It was enough. I wanted more than the one finger could give me. I tore my mouth from his. "Please Vin, your cock… I want your cock."

He reclaimed my mouth with force, and my words brought forth a moan from him that vibrated from his lips to mine, echoing down into my soul. I planted my feet flat on the bed and bucked my hips upward as I attempted to impale myself on his thick cock when I felt the head brush against my hungry pussy lips. Both of us moaned loudly as he sank deep inside me.

My legs wrapped around him, urging him on as he plunged into me, thrusting forcefully. Grunts and echoes filled the room as we fucked, the bed creaking with our hurried movements. My clit mashed against his pubic bone as he slammed into me, sending pluses of pleasure shooting through my body. His hot mouth closed over my aching nipple, and I lost it. Spasms rolled through me, and my mind went blank as pleasure overtook me.

My pussy rippled around his cock, massaging it rhythmically as wave after wave crashed over me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and bellowed as he rammed his hard dick deep into my convulsing pussy. I could feel his shaft twitching inside me as cum spurted from its tip. We lay in a tangle of sheets, our breathing shallow and ragged as we struggled to regain our senses.

We didn't sleep a lot that night, as we discovered that making each other scream was much more fun.

Keywords: Ch., 03, Powered, Diesel,