Kevin waited nervously for you to show up at his house. He had everything perfect. The lights down low, the fire roaring in the fireplace, soft music on the stereo floating through the air, roses scattered from one end of the room to the other, satin sheets on the bed begging to be rumpled. Tonight was going to be a night you would never forget, even if he had to pull out every trick he knew. He brushed off the front of his denim shirt and smiled at the memory of you telling him how absolutely breathtaking he looked in it. Ever since you told him that, he's had to stop himself from wearing it every time he sees you. He jumped when the doorbell rang and looked at his watch. You were right on time. Ten minutes earlier he had made what AJ so eloquently called the "bootie call".

You had sleepily picked up the phone, dreaming of the unbelievably romantic date you had just come home from with Kevin. In your dream the date had ended with much more than a good night kiss. "Hello?"

Kevin's soft voice hummed in your ear, "Baby, I need you."

You sat up, thinking something was wrong. "Kevin? What's wrong?"

His sigh seemed like he was right there, you could almost feel his breath blowing over your ear, "I can't sleep, I can't stop thinking about you, I need you here."

You feel your body shiver slightly at the soft desperation in his voice, "But Kevin, I'm already in bed."

He was silent for a second, then his voice dropped to even sexier depths, "Then come sleep in mine. Just give me tonight to have you wrapped in my arms, in my bed. I just need you near me."

As much as you wanted to say no, to let him yearn for you, you realized that would be punishing yourself also. God help you, but you wanted to spend the night in his arms so badly you could almost taste him.*eg* You decided to toy with him a little first, "I don't know Kev, it's late and I'm in my pajamas. What do I get if I come over?"

He nearly answered with, 'The most exhausting, satisfying night of your life', but he held himself in check and put a playful tone in his voice, "I have a treat here that I know you love. If you come over, you can have it."

Her mind spun trying to figure out what it was. Damn him, now you were going to have to go over or the mystery of it would drive you nuts. With a sigh you said, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Kevin answered the door, pulling you in the door and into his arms, kissing you deeply. You reeled at the suddenness of his actions, but your arms found their way around his neck without you consciously having to think about it. You kicked off your shoes and your purse hit the floor along with your jacket as your feet left the tile floor. You gasped as Kevin's strong arms lifted you against his chest like you were a china doll, his lips never leaving yours. You felt him carrying you up the stairs and knew that he was taking you to his room. When he set your feet down on the floor again, you looked around the room. It was bathed in candle light and your favorite slow songs were on filling the room. You looked up at Kevin with a smile, "Someone's been busy I see."

He smiled, "Like it?" He could tell by the look on your face that you did.

You nodded, "It's perfect Kev."

He nuzzled you neck, "So are you." He held his hand out for you to grasp and pulled you into his arms, swaying slowly with you to the music. You sighed happily and put your head on his muscular shoulder, loving the feel of his strong arms around you. You danced together for a few songs, Kevin's hand creeping further and further up your thigh with each note. He leaned in to kiss you and his hands slid to the top you were wearing over your satin pajama bottoms. He found the edge and slowly slid his hands up your sides, taking the material with them. His hands stop as they reach your breasts and his thumbs brush over the sensitive nipples, the rest of his fingers curled around your side and holding the material of your top up. His fingertips were a little rough, acquired from years of playing basketball, but somehow the roughness only made it feel that much better. His teeth playfully nibbled at your lips, then his tongue took control and invaded the sweetness of your mouth. You sucked gently on his tongue, sending a shiver from one end of him to the other. He pulled away from you only long enough to finish pulling your top off and with a flick of his wrist, it was banished to a dark corner of the room. Your lips found his as your hands slid down the front of his muscular torso, tracing each and every ab through the denim of his shirt like you were reading Braille. Your hands slid all the way down to his waist, then in towards each other, meeting at the row of buttons. Slowly, starting at the bottom, each button came undone under your fingers. When the material fell open to reveal his chiseled torso, your fingers slid over his shoulders, sending the shirt sliding down his arms and into a pile at his feet. Before he could make a move, you brought your lips to the base of his neck and ran the tip of your tongue over his collarbone, inhaling the Hugo Boss cologne he was wearing. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled your mouth up to his for a long, searching kiss. His hands slid over your sides again as his fingers slid under the waistband of your pajama bottoms. His lips slid softly down to your breasts and ran the tip of his tongue over the smooth flesh surrounding the crimson, aching nipples. He did this with both breasts, never once allowing his tongue to touch the straining buds. A sigh of frustration left your mouth as his mouth started kissing lower without releasing the tension he had stoked to nearly unendurable levels. Your fingers tangled in his hair, trying to forcibly move his lips back to your breast if necessary. You heard a soft chuckle as you were having no success at moving him. "Patience, Darlin'. I'll be gettin back there, don't you worry." You smiled at the thickening of his slow Kentucky drawl, something you knew only happened when he was emotional, for whatever reason. One glance at the growing bulge between his legs didn't leave you guessing what it was that was running through his body. The lower down he worked on your body, the lower his hands slid down your legs, bringing your pajama bottoms with them. His tongue was now tracing crazy circles around your belly button, then with no warning, he plunged it right in. What he did next could only be described as French kissing your belly button. You had never felt anything like it, but god damn did you like it. What felt like electric current ran from one end of you to the other, practically shooting out your toes. A moan left your lips as Kevin's hands slid your pajama bottoms down even further and his lips kissed over the edge of your panties. You stepped out of the satin pajama bottoms as Kevin's tongue slid under the waistband of your panties, lapping gently at your skin. You moaned again softly and he smiled up at you, his green eyes dancing in the candlelight. You closed your eyes as you felt his fingertips tracing up the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart just a little more, then your eyes flew wide open and a startled gasp left your lips as you felt his tongue sliding against the material between your legs, tonguing you right through the material. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he was literally the only thing holding you up. He was licking slowly, making you feel every inch of his tongue as it slid across the material. It was hard to know if the wetness there was from you or his tongue. He kept licking until with every stroke you were moaning softly. Then with two quick tugs, he had your panties ripped from your body and his face buried between your legs. He slid one of your legs up until it was curled over his shoulder, giving him better access to the inner reaches of you. If the sensations were overwhelming with a layer of material between you and his tongue, without it was absolutely unbelievable. Slowly his tongue explored every part of you and you felt your knees weakening. Sensing that you were nearly toppling over, Kevin stands and whisks you into his arms, laying you softly on the bed, your bottom on the edge, your legs dangling over the edge. He knelt before you and placed your legs over his shoulders and continued with his sweet torture. When he could hear you whimpering, he plunged his tongue deeply inside you, then slithered it over your clitoris, then back inside you. It felt as if ever intimate part of you was swelling with the arousal you were feeling and you cried out when Kevin took your thickening nub into his mouth and sucked and licked on it, at first gently, then with more speed and pressure. Your thighs clenched around his head as it felt as if you body ripped in two and then shattered into a million pieces. Still his tongue kept working on you as your back arched off the sheets and a primal cry left your lips, followed by another. He had to brace your hips down on the bed or your writhings would have taken his head clear off his neck. Three more times he made your body writhe and cry out beneath him before he pulled away. You laid limply on the bed, every cell in your body having turned to orgasmic jello. With tender hands, Kevin lifted you from the bed and placed you back down so your head was on the pillow. He kissed your forehead without a word and stepped away, into the shadows of the room and when he returned, you could see the candlelight dancing off his bronzed skin from head to toe, his desire standing proudly from his body. With a smile you reached for his hand and pulled him down on top of you, your lips kissing softly over his neck, "Kevin, make love to me. Now." He moaned softly as you kissed him, sucking on his tongue and tasting yourself in the kiss. Never being the shy one, your hand slid down his body and closed around his manhood, gently guiding him into you. Kevin moaned louder and his hips slowly inched him forward into you. With every small thrust forward, he would retreat half the length he had went in, making sure you felt every inch of him entering you. You gripped the sheets in your fists in sweet torture, "Kevin, please!" You needed him so badly that every cell in your body was nearly screaming with the want. He kept up the slow and deliberate torture until with no warning he suddenly thrust in the whole length of him, as hard and fast as he could. A cry left your lips of both surprise and complete ecstasy. His hips ground against yours hard and deep, wringing passionate cries from your lips with every breath. You could hear small grunts of exertion in your ear as Kevin concentrated that famous single-mindedness on satisfying you completely. The friction of his chest rubbing against your still unloved nipples was driving you insane. As if Kevin knew what your body needed, his head dropped to your breasts, never breaking rhythm and his lips closed around the aching crimson bud. With every retreat of his hips, he licked and sucked deeply on your breasts, inhaling as much of the tender flesh as he could, his tongue working diligently on the straining flesh. Your legs had wound around his hips, tightening around him and sending him deeper with every stroke as your hips rose to meet him, inspiring moans of appreciative pleasure from Kevin. Your hands traced the muscles on his back as they flexed with every movement he made inside of you. Your body seemed to be winding tighter and tighter, every muscle tensing in anticipation. With every deep stroke you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Kevin knew you were on the cusp of ecstasy and when he felt your fingernails dig into his back as your body swirled out of control. Gently he sank his teeth into one of your nipples, the small stab of pain adding a whole new dimension to the intense release you were feeling. As all the right muscles quivered and then gripped Kevin deep inside you, his strokes became deeper and more uneven as he strained to get as far inside you as possible, his body tensing until he was so taught you could see sweat beading heavily on his forehead. With a whimper and then a primal moan, you felt the flush of warmth flood your inner depths. When you both returned from the heights of pleasure, you were a tangle of shuddering, satisfied limbs. Kevin rolled off of you and onto his side, pulling you against him from head to toe. Neither of you said word, but simply looked into each others eyes. Words could never express what was silently communing between your eyes and his.