A/N: Something that I hope will be a little different…

Thanks to my betas laraisawkward and brandy_d, and my good friend, AgentM, for providing a male opinion/perspective.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, Stephenie does. I'm just making them do really fucking naughty things…

* * * * * Random Encounters * * * * *

Now to feel your lips
On my fingertips
I have to say is even better
Then I ever thought it could possibly be
It's perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free
From all of my sadness
The tears that I've cried
I have spent all of my life
Waiting for tonight

--Waiting for Tonight, Jennifer Lopez


May 9, 2009


I lay on the bed, gasping, my body quivering in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My hands were fisted so tightly that I wouldn't be surprised later to find that I had drawn blood with my short, straight fingernails. I looked down to observe the scene that was playing itself out between my legs. The tousled mop of copper-colored hair and the bronzed skin that covered high cheekbones contrasted sharply with the creamy skin of my thighs. My eyes were drawn to his long and tapered—and very talented—fingers, which were gently massaging the knees draped limply over his shoulders. I couldn't actually feel them because my entire lower body was numb following my earth-shattering release, but I knew that they must be mine.

He raised his head to look at me with eyes that were lust-filled, their brilliant emerald depths turned obsidian with need. His intense gaze caressed every exposed inch of my naked flesh as it traveled up my torso to clash with my own eyes. His lips and chin were glistening wet. From… me. I watched, completely fucking entranced, as he lifted a hand from my leg and used the back of it to wipe across his face, then closed his eyes to savor the scent that lingered on his skin. Holy fuck! My mouth parted on a shaky breath. I licked my lips and whimpered in response.

Standing slowly, he grasped both of my knees and gave a small tug so that my hips slid forward to the very edge of the bed. I felt him take a small step forward in order to position himself between my legs. I wrapped my calves loosely around his hips and crossed my ankles, locking them in place. The feeling in my lower extremities was slowly returning, and I felt his hands ghost up the inside of my thighs to rest on my pelvis. His thumb began to tease my overly-sensitive and still throbbing clit. I jerked, and then moaned in anticipatory response to his touch, the involuntary clenching of my internal muscles inducing a new surge of wetness that trickled down the inside of my leg.

One of his hands moved so that the tip of his finger followed the pathway of the droplet of moisture. The accompanying look in his eyes was beyond hungry; it was feral. He took another small step forward, aligning the tip of his hard length against my slick opening and rubbing gently. I moaned again, restlessly shifting my hips. His eyes bored into mine, silently begging for permission.

In that moment I knew that I should be scared or overwhelmed or… something… But for some reason, I wasn't, despite the fact that I didn't really know what to expect.

I honestly wasn't worried about the physical pain. I am the horniest person that I know, and even though I had never slept with any of my past boyfriends, I had completely fucking destroyed three vibrators in the past twelve months. Nor was I worried about the emotional ramifications of sharing my body, which is what had always held me back in the past; I had clung to my virginity for the past twenty-six years using it as a shield to protect myself, refusing to relinquish control to anyone.

No. Tonight, I had no fear. Except for leaving without experiencing everything that his body promised, everything that I now knew I had been waiting twenty-six years to see and touch and feel.

I stared at the man positioned between my thighs, the sex god who made me forget where I was—Hell, he made me forget who I was—and realized that for the first time in my adult life I was finally willing to surrender the control to which I had so desperately clung. I was willing to submit, because I had finally met my match. I knew that this would be a first to remember in more ways than one. His hands and mouth had already done amazing things, coaxing responses out of my body that I didn't even know were fucking possible. His impressive cock guaranteed much more. Yet, it was the connection I sensed between us that made this whole situation feel… right… and made me realize that I wanted this more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. With that decision reached, I clenched my legs tightly around his waist and jerked him forward so that he surged into me.

My breath caught and my back arched off the bed as I gasped in pleasure. The feeling was like nothing that I had ever experienced, his fullness blistering me with its silken heat. It was hard to explain, but somehow I felt more than just filled; I felt… fulfilled.

The sensations produced by his body as it finally claimed mine was more than enough to send me spiraling downward in another rapid vortex of intense orgasmic pleasure. But when he thrust forward a second time in order to fill me completely, there was something more, something… primitive… blazing forth from his eyes that shattered my soul. I cried out in ecstasy as my body shattered right along beside it.

A/N: Hmmmm... just a little something I'm working on right now... Hope I tickled your fancy...

What'd you think?


In the next episode:

"Oh shit," I groaned, gritting my teeth against my impending release. "Stop!"

His hand immediately ceased in its motions, and I heard him whisper in my ear, "What's wrong, love?"

The sound of his velvety voice vibrating words of endearment in my ear almost sent me over the edge. I was throbbing painfully, and I could feel the scorching heat of his fingers where they touched me, even if they weren't moving anymore. I fought the inevitable with all of my might.

"I don't want to come like this," I replied in a quietly strangled voice.

"Why not?" he asked silkily.

"I want more. I want you. I need to feel you inside of me."

Holy shit. Did I just fucking say that?

His answering chuckle assured me that yes, yes I did just fucking say that.

"Don't worry, love. We have all night… and I plan on making you come over and over tonight."