It was late, and cold. He just got home and closed the door. His day was long and hard, mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about…her. He tried hard to get her out of his head. She was going to drive him crazy.

She just got home and was freezing. She was out all night at the park…the first time she ever met…him. Ever since that day she couldn't get him out of her head. No matter what she did her mind kept wondering back to him.

His house was too quiet…too dark…too…lonely. He couldn't take being cooped up inside his house any longer. Thinking about was frustrating him. He had to get out. He decided to take a walk.

Zipping up his jacket he walked out of the door. He didn't know where he was going, but he was getting out of his house. Right now he hated her…he hated the way she smelled…he hated the way she would smile so warmly at him…he hated how she would blush when he teased her…he hated the way her lips felt…he hated the way her soft body felt against his, but most of all he hated that he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He hated her because she wouldn't leave his mind.

She was tiered and sick of thinking about him. She had to do something to get him out of her mind. She decided she needed to relax. So she would take a long, hot, bubble bath.

She went to her bedroom and closed her door. Taking off her shirt, she grabbed her towel and headed for her bathroom.

After taking off all of her clothing and getting into the hot tub, she was actually starting to relax when she heard a knock at her door.

He just let his feet guide him. He wasn't thinking straight…he never was when he was thinking about her. He had no idea where he was going or why, but before he knew it he was standing in front of a door…her door.

He didn't know why he did it but he slowly raised his hand and knocked.

She got out of the tub and wrapped her towel around her and walked to the door. She was wondering who would be knocking on her door so late at night.

She opened the door and was completely shocked.

There he was…standing right in front of her. He was wrapped up in a coat and looked as sexy as before. His beautiful face…his beautiful eyes…his beautiful everything.

There she was…standing right in front of him. Wrapped in a towel, her creamy legs were dripping with water. He hair up in a bun, slightly wet. She was gorgeous.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. He stepped into the door and grabbed her, crushing his lips to hers.

She was to soft and warm. He loved the feeling of kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hungrily kissed him. He was cold, yet so hot. She loved touching him…Kissing him.

He turned her around and closed the door with his foot. He picked her up off the floor and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her down and parted from her lips long enough to take off his jacket.

After throwing his jacket to the floor, he began kissing her so passionately that it heated her blood. She reached for the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned it.

She fiercely pulled his shirt off of him and kissed him just as passionately as he had. She rubbed her hands up and down his torso, it sent vibes through his blood and between his legs. Her hands were so soft it hurt.

She reached for his belt buckle. After slowly unzipping his pants and pushed them down. He pulled off her towel and ravished her beautiful body, her curves, and her creamy soft skin.

His member was fully erect. He was anxious. He pulled her legs apart and slowly entered.

She was overwhelmed. She couldn't take it anymore. She waited so long for this moment.

They started moving faster and faster. Over moans and screams of pleasure, they were joined.

For now…