Living In The Moment

TITLE: Living In The Moment

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

SHIP: John / Riley

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut

SPOILERS: Season Two

UNIVERSE: Riley pushes John to take their relationship to the next level.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER ONE

He looked over at her as they drove and smiled to himself. She was simply the coolest, most beautiful girl he had ever known, and she put up with all his shit and idiosyncrasies. It was hard, especially with both his mother and Cameron on his case, but he needed to make time for her. He needed this little bit of normalcy and something that was wholly his and not some offshoot of what his future destiny was going to be.

"And that smile?" she queried, looking over at him. "Just thinking about what I'd like to do to you when I got you alone." He stated playfully. "And, what exactly is that, John Baum?" she asked, and he had the distinct impression she wasn't playing. The serious tone of her question and the intent look that she had in her eyes had caught him off guard. He had made the remark to hide the fact that his smile had been caused by her presence and his growing adoration and feeling for her and now she'd called him on it. "

"What would you like me to do to you, Riley?" he hedged. "I think that's best discussed when you aren't driving, John." She replied with a mysterious smile on her face. He frowned and she gave him a wink, which only caused his frown to deepen. "We are going to be alone at your place, aren't we?" she tried to confirm. He nodded. "My mom and sister are away... visiting my aunt." He explained unnecessarily. He was getting the sneaking suspicion that Riley had more than just hanging out in mind and the idea was equal parts intriguing and worrying.

They made out regularly, but hadn't progressed much passed first base, not that he hadn't thought or dreamed about more, but he was comfortable with the level of intimacy and the simple joy of her company. They pulled up to his house and he did a quick, surreptitious perimeter scan before getting out of the car. They went into the house and put away the groceries she had accompanied him to buy before moving to the living room. He switched on the television and then she switched it off.

"Well, John, here we are, all alone. Wasn't that one part of the equation?" she informed him, toying with the top button of her blouse. "Where is this going, Riley? You know I'm no good at playing games." He requested bluntly. She tilted head slightly, giving him a searching look. "You really don't know?" she queried. "I can guess, but... I'd hate to be wrong." He admitted and she smiled. "Where I'd like this to go, John, is upstairs and in a little while, all the way. And, to avoid any confusion, that means I want us to get naked and have sex or make love if you prefer the term." She informed him in a matter-of-factly calm voice. He had been expecting an increase in their physical intimacy, but what she proposed surprised him, but his body reacted, his cock swelling and growing in his boxers.

"I... I... Are you sure?" he asked, unable to come up with anything else. "Yes. And, unless you have a valid religious or moral objection or for some reason you find me absolutely hideous, I don't think I'll be taking 'no' as an answer." She answered closing the distance between them. His mind was racing, trying to catalogue all the reasons why this was a bad idea and the arguments that would stop it without offending her, but all he could feel was his pounding heart and see her slowly filling his vision. "You don't have to fight it, John. I want this and I know you do too." She told him and he hissed slightly, his hips bucking slightly as she ran her warm hand lightly along the bulge in his jeans, making it twitch.

"Riley... I... I haven't... I'm a..." he tried to explain, hoping the admission of his inexperience might dissuade her, but she cut him off by pressing her lips and then her body against his. He resisted her kiss for about a fraction of a second and then let his mouth open under hers to let their tongues tangle and explore as his arms wrapped around her and his hands rubbed along her back as they sank onto the sofa. She broke the kiss for a moment, licking her swollen lower lip and flicking her wealth of curly blonde hair from her face. "I have. I'm not a slut or anything, but I'll guide you around the curves, Baum. Trust me." She informed him before she lowered her head again. She lie across him, between his legs, her crotch grinding into his, their bodies rubbing against each other as their heads shifted and their lips slid sinuously together and they tasted each other with passionate gusto. His roaming hands did not find the outline of a bra strap and the hot feel of her hardening nipples and the warm, flattening pillows of her breasts through the material of her blouse and his t-shirt told him what he had suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra.

She usually did. This wasn't some spur of the moment decision on her part. She had planned this. Some small part of him still cried out for him to stop. He could not give her the commitment that went with what she was offering him. As, much as it pained him, he would leave her in a heart beat if the situation required it and he couldn't even tell her. He did like her, maybe even love her, but his destiny was what it was. This wouldn't be fair to her. Yet, as her warmth, taste and vanilla scent surround him that voice grew weaker and weaker as his desire grew stronger and stronger.

She sat up, straddling his hips, breathing heavily and his hand settled on the curves of her buttocks, massaging the firm globes through her tight jeans. He looked up at her, feeling her resting hot on the throbbing bulge filling his boxers and pressing against her crotch. "You're beautiful." He complimented her simply and was surprised to see her blush slight. "Riley. I want this too, but I... I can't offer you anything more than now. I can't even explain. My life... It's kinda not my own. I don't want to hurt you or betray your trust. I haven't felt like this way about any one before. It might be love, but I don't know." He tried to explain. He took a deep breath, not quite able to stop his hips from rolling and rubbing himself against her. "If you want this to stop, you're going to have to say so, because I can't tell you to, I... don't want you to stop, even if it might be wrong." He admitted in a husky voice.

"John, all we have is now and what we do now might be wrong for tomorrow, but I promise I won't regret it. We're young and we're allowed to make mistakes, hell, we're supposed to make mistakes. And, I think this is a mistake we will both enjoy and remember when we're all grown-up. I want to share this with you." She stated and he watched as she deliberately reached for and unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her jeans and removed it, leaving her naked from the waist up. He groaned at the sight of her as her breast swayed slightly, the upturned points of her nipple, about the length and diameter of the first joint of his little finger drew his eyes as if they were beacons, pink atop the paler, slightly puffy ovals of her areola. "No bra." He commented. "I didn't think I'd need it tonight. If you were more observant you would have noticed earlier." He smiled up at her and didn't say anything. He had noticed, the moment he'd picked her up.

She tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans and he lifted his arms over his head and his back, as best he could to help her remove it. She tossed it to the floor on top of her blouse. "So many scars." She noted, letting her nimble fingers lightly trace the faint, raised lines that randomly marred the skin on his chest and abdomen, singly and in abstract snaking patterns, testament to a life he could not tell her about. John was glad Riley had simply made an observation and not asked a question. He let his hands slide from her jeans-clad buttocks, up along her back, marveling at the silky smooth feel of her skin under his fingers. She lowered her head, her wealth of blonde hair tickling his chin and neck as she pressed her lips to his chest.

Riley raised her head, raking her hair back and out of her face with one hand as he slid his hands from her back, under her arms, over the ridges and valleys of her ribs and then upward to cup her breasts. They overflowed his hands ever so slightly as he weighed them in his palms, letting his fingers knead and caress her firm, but pliant flesh. His hands looked more tanned than they were against her creamy, pale skin. Her hands came to rest on the curve of his shoulders and she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his hands. He slid his thumbs through the valley of her cleavage and then drew them inward on her smooth skin until they found her nipples. "Now you're getting the hang of it." She quipped on a heavy exhalation as he tested the resistance of her turgid nipples by flicking and rolling them with his thumbs, sighing softly and licking her lips. He explored her breasts with slow deliberation, cataloguing all their little details and her reactions to his touch while her hands kneaded his shoulders.

She started to rock back and forth, sliding her crotch along the hard throbbing tube of his erection as it strained against the material of his boxers, jeans and her weight. He twitched, and felt ticklish, slippery moisture trickle from the slit of his dick head onto his stomach. Her eyelids fluttered, but didn't quite close and then her hands left his shoulder and grasped his hands, stilling them on her breasts. She took a few deep breasts, her rising chest shifting her nipples under his fingers. He saw her gnaw at the side of her full lower lip for just a moment before fully opening her eyes. She put her foot on the floor and then got off him and the sofa, letting go of one of his hands, but continuing to hold the other. For, just, a moment he thought that she had changed her mind and this was as far as they were going to go. He was ready for the powerful sense of disappointment that thought brought with it. "Let's take this upstairs." She suggested. He slowly let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding and then she was tugging at him until he sat up and then got to his feet and she could lead him up the stairs to his bedroom.

Riley led him into his room, flicked on the lights and then guided him passed her. John turned to face her, feeling the edge of his bed against the back of his legs, letting his eyes slide over her pale skinned feminine curves, his dick throbbing in the now-tight confines of his boxers and jeans. She was watching him too. She smiled her slight, lopsided smile at him and then kicked off her shoes and reached for the button of her jeans, closing the distance between them. He saw her hand tremble, ever so slightly and reached out and stilled her fingers before they could free the button. "We don't have to do anything else. What we did down stairs was more than enough and totally amazing. We can just keep doing that. We don't have to rush into anything." He assured her. Her smile widened and she tilted her head to the side, as if assessing his statement. "You actually mean that too." She told him, her voice part awe, part amusement and he nodded.

She placed her hand lightly on the centre of his chest and ever so gently shoved him back onto his bed. "Get your pants off, John. I want to feel you inside me. It's what I want." She told him seriously, followed by the soft sound of her undoing the buttons of her jeans. John kicked off his boots and socks and then did as she had bid him. He'd just lowered his jeans to his ankles when he froze, looking up to find the soft curve of her belly, just a couple of inches from his nose. A new tantalizing scent mixed with the vanilla he had come to associate with her, spicier, intriguing, but indefinable. He reached out and lightly placed his hands on the upper curve of her hips and shifted her forward, kissing her skin and feeling her stomach flutter slightly under his lips as he inhaled deeply. Her fingers combed gently through his head, apply just a little pressure to press his lips more firmly to her skin with a murmur of approval.

"I'd like it if you were the one to take off my panties." She informed him, her voice floating down to him as he kissed and nuzzled at the smooth, warm skin of her belly. John was glad he'd got his jeans off as his throbbing erection tented the softer material of his boxers, as if straining forward to reach the beautiful young blonde who stood before him. He hooked his fingers over the waistband, at her sides, of her pale pink cotton panties and stretching them slightly, slowly dragged them off her hips and down her thighs. The crotch seemed to stick to her for just a moment, but then came loose as he slid her underwear down her shapely legs. The intriguing, heady scent that had tantalized his nose grew stronger as she leaned some of her weight on him to steady herself as she stepped out of her panties leaving her naked in front of him.

He didn't really think about it as he let his lips trail lower and then her fingers tightened in his hair, as with a soft gasp her hips bucked forward and he pressed them lightly to her sex. He let his tongue peek out, tasting her, finding a flavor that matched the heavenly aroma. "That feels good." Her words drifted down to him. The angle was a bit awkward, but he shifted until he could run his tongue the length of her glistening slit, collecting her sweet nectar. He didn't know what he was doing, but she tasted divine and she seemed to like it as he lapped at her and she moaned her approval. He was fascinated by her sex. He had seen pictures, both on the net and the magazines the soldiers he had grown up around inevitably had, but to actually see and explore it was mind-blowing.

Riley guided his head to the top of her slit, her fingernails massaging his scalp and sort of rolled her hips, grinding against his lips with a hissed: "Right there" He extended his tongue and felt a soft, smooth little pearl and curiously explored it with the tip of his tongue. Her reaction startled him as she lurched, crying out, as if stung, yet pressed his lips even more firmly against her. "Do that again." She urged and he flicked and rolled the mysterious little pebble before sucking it into his mouth and sucking at it. He felt a shudder go through her. "Yesssss!! Oh John... You might not have done this before, but you're good at it. That feels wonderful." She told him and flicking his eyes up along her creamy belly and full, pert breasts he found her looking down at him with bright adoring eyes.

Her heavenly perfume enveloped him and her taste flooded his mouth. The skin of her hips were smooth curves under his hands and then he let then slide to caress the back of her thighs and then up to cup her firm buttocks. He felt her tremble and draw in slow, shuddering breaths as he explored her sex with his tongue and lips and her skin with his hands. John found her delicious cream replenished each time he let his tongue journey through her folds as he explored them, but always she would guide him back to the spot that would make her breath faster, moan louder and say his name in a way that sent a thrill shivering up his spine and his dick twitch and drool in his boxers. He could feel a delicious tension building in his nuts and tried to take deep breaths to steady himself, but that just filled his nose with her sweet feminine spice, defeating the purpose.

He was so surprised when she grabbed the side of his head and actually resisted for a moment, straining against her hands as she urged his lips away from her sex. He looked up at her and licked his lips to collect the remaining cream from them. "Hmmmm hmmm... Yummy! You taste really... good, no... great... amazing." he told her enthusiastically with an over-pronounced smack of his lips which drew a silvery tinkle of laughter from her. John was starting to feel his confidence growing with Riley's reaction to what he had instinctively done and her obvious enjoyment had also silenced his doubts that he was somehow taking advantage of her, allowing him to give in to the desires she was arousing in him. "Why'd you stop me? You seemed to like it." He asked curiously, his hands still massaging her shapely behind. "I loved what you were doing, but... But, I... It's not... I mean... John, just lie back will ya?" she finally asked plaintively when she couldn't seem to find the words to explain her actions.

"Only if you lie down with me." He stipulated with a grin. "That's the plan, Baum." She replied with an answering grin and he chuckled as he let his weight pull him back onto the bed. His dick twitched and strained against the cotton of his boxers spilling more of his lube as he let his hands slid from her ass and over her thighs until he could no longer maintain the contact. "Lift your ass." She commanded softly as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and stretching it clear of his erection tugged them off his hips and down to his ankles as she knelt. "Hey! You're supposed to be joining me here on the bed." He complained. "Patience, John. All in good time." She promised, her voice low and sultry, the pink tip of her tongue peeking out and sliding across her lower lip to leave it glistening wetly.

John sucked in a heavy breath and his cock bobbed against his stomach as she lightly blew a warm breath on his throbbing erection. "What? What are you doing?" he asked frantically as she extended her tongue. She ran it up along his length, from the base to the tip in a warm, tingling, wet, velvet caress that made his butt clench and his hips buck slightly before he could control them. "Oh fuck!" he groaned. Her tongue felt like it was somehow connected to a live wall socket, sending a surge of electricity through him that arched his back and made his balls tighten ass it crawled up his spine as she repeated the process. John felt himself tremble with the effort of maintaining control and stopping himself from shooting his load. Riley reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and slowly slid her smooth fist up along his length. He wanted to tell her to stop, but she tightened her grip with a slight twist and all that came out was a grunt. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed part in awe, part in surprise and part horror as his cock swelled against her fist and he was cumming.

His eyes widened as his hips bucked, his belly and butt tensing as he shot one, two and then a third heavy rope of thick white semen onto his stomach, each accompanied by a heavy pant. She stroked his cock causing him to pulse against her grip and add another pair of thinner spurt of his essence. Pleasure danced across his nerves in shocking jolts and it took him a few moments to catch his breath. "Fuck! I'm sorry. I didn't... I couldn't. It just felt so good, too good..." he stammered apologetically, hissing slightly as she continued to stroke his sensitive dick. "Ssssh... Don't worry about it. I take it as a compliment and I don't think it's changed my plans, much. You're still quite hard and I'm... I'm in no rush." She informed him and he realized that she was right. Her hand felt like a furnace around his cock and he was both disappointed and relieved when she released him to trail the tips of two of her fingers through the puddle of his semen in a slow circle as it slowly cooled on his stomach.

Riley had a speculative, bemused look on her face that made her look oddly innocent and young. She scooped his seed onto the end of her fingers and tested its texture with her thumb and then, to his amazement, she popped her fingers into her mouth. Her eyes narrowed as he watched her taste his seed and suck her fingers clean with a soft plop as she pulled them out. Her look of innocence and her sudden wanton act were such a surprising contrast that he felt more shocked than he should have considering that he had also just tasted her cream. "I haven't tasted a guy's... stuff before. It doesn't taste bad the way the other girls said it's supposed to. The textures a bit... odd, but..." she commented with a shrug. John was speechless. He didn't know what to say. "You've tasted a girl's... stuff?" he asked, the words spilling from his mouth to fill the sudden silence at the same time the thought popped into his shocked mind, before he could censor it. Her silvery laugh filled his room. "Yes... But, only my own, I haven't like been with a girl or anything like that." She answered, mirth quivering her voice.

"You've never tasted your own?" she asked and he shook his head. She rose to her feet and then slid onto the bed, straddling him. The folds of her sex were warm, wet and slippery as she rested some of her weight onto his shaft, pressing the underside against his stomach. She leaned forward and lowered her lips to his. He felt her hard nipples graze his skin, her soft, blonde hair tickling his shoulders, just as their lips locked and he opened his mouth under her insistent tongue. He flinched slightly, tensing for a moment as he tasted a new flavor in her mouth and realized it could only be his semen. He relaxed as she pressed her firm, nubile body against his as they continued to kiss. She was right again. It didn't taste bad, especially mixed with the sweet mixture of cherry lip-gloss and the unique flavor he now associated with Riley. He found no evidence of the texture she had spoken about either as his fingers wound into her luxurious hair and he returned her kiss. He shifted his hip and rolled her onto her back, reversing their position. She wriggled and squirmed under him and he moved with her until they were lying along the middle of the bed on their sides in a tangle of lips and limbs.

They broke their kiss in stages until they were a quarter of an inch apart, each smiling at the other, so when she suddenly rolled away from him, he was understandably confused. Riley was reaching for something on the floor next to the bed and John decided to with hold comment until she either made a move to leave or showed him what she was looking for. Besides, the view wasn't bad as he let his gaze slide along the smooth, creamy expanse of her back, the smooth flowing curves of her waist, hips and legs and her firm shapely behind. She crowed in a sign of triumph and worked herself back onto the bed and facing him, holding up the little silver package of a condom.

"Do you want to do it or should I?" she enquired, waving the wrapped condom between them. "I'll do it." He volunteered more confidently than he felt. "We'll do it together." She decided after a moment, her smile turning from amused to sincere and he nodded. She tore the little silver package open with a flash of her white teeth and handed him the condom. She ran her hand down his chest, onto his torso and then grasped the base of his now fully recovered erection. John positioned and unrolled the lubricated condom onto his cock, remembering to pinch the tip, just like in the embarrassing demonstration performed on cucumbers in sex ed. Her fingers lightly touched his and she finished the job.

He shifted closer and she draped her leg over his, opening herself to him invitingly as she guided him between her legs. Even, through the thin layer of latex, he could feel the heat of her snatch as she guided him through her slick folds and to her entrance. Once she had seated him, she let go of his cock and slid her hand up the back of his thigh to cup one of his ass cheeks. Her eyes met his and he watched her lick her lower lip, something he realized she did when she was nervous. John reached up and gently captured a stray lock of hair that had fallen across her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I really do think I might love you, Riley." He said softly. Her lips bowed into a smile. "It's complicated, but I have never felt like this about anyone else before. We'll discuss that later, John. Now, I want to... I want to feel you inside me." She responded, hesitating slightly and then declaring her need with clear, sultry desire.

Her fingers squeezed his ass and he thrust forward, letting hips, he hadn't even realize were poised, drive his cock into her snug channel. Her tight flesh resisted him, parting reluctantly, but smoothly, moulding around his shaft in a flexing grip as he filled and stretched her. She let out a soft gasp that transitioned into a drawn out moan, her eyes half-closing as he forged a path to her intimate core. His jaw clenched, the tension and pressure of his teeth bearing down against each other, a welcome distraction to the spike of excitement that coursed through him as he realized that he had done it, was doing it, he was inside a woman, Riley, and was no longer a virgin.

They said that condoms were supposed to make you feel less and it boggled his mind as to how it could feel more amazing than what it did as he drove into her and her molten pressure caress his length, making him tingle and throb in the double sheath of it's latex cover and her sex. Soon, his pelvis met hers and he was all the way inside her. They both took deep breaths for a moment before joining their lips in soft kisses as he felt her adjust around him. She was a hot, pulsing massage around him; the points of her nipples were hot little embers blazing in the warm bed of coals that were her breasts as they flattened against his chest, shifting slightly as she breathed. She rolled onto her back and he followed, trying to support some of his weight on his forearms where they ended up on either side of her arms. Their move had shifted her inside her and he liked the sensation of sliding back and forth through her tight, but slippery grip and deliberately began to do so. He started off slow, just rocking his cock back and forth in her delicious depths, cataloguing the sensation and her reaction. Her hands wandered from the backs of his thighs to his buttocks and then back again with soft encouraging sighs and moans.

Riley spread her legs further and he began to lengthen his strokes, finding that if he varied the strength and speed of his withdrawals to his thrusts it felt wonderful. He liked the way her body shook when his collided with it, her firm breasts jiggling ever-so-slightly, her head pressing back against the pillow, her hair framing her flushed face in a golden halo. She encouraged him to go faster, harder; telling him good it felt, how right it felt; how great he was and he echoed her sentiment when he could find the breath to form words. Her hands clutched at his ass cheeks, her nails biting into his skin, the sharp little pains only spurring him on to do as she asked, as she pleaded hoarsely for him not to stop. Her hips rose to meet him, increasing the strength of their impact.

Their lips met in short, but intense kisses that inevitably broke with them panting as they sort air to fuel their writhing, grinding, pumping, pounding, thrusting, gyrating, humping, straining bodies to the backbeat of skin slapping on skin and a symphony of moans, groans, grunts, hisses, cries, praises and admonishments. He could feel the tension building again with the sweet pool of crackling energy the pleasure was building in the pit of his stomach.

"Don't... Please... Don't stop... Fuck!! Keep going... That... Oh Yeah!... That feels so good!... I'm so close, John... Don't stop. Make me cum, Baby... Please!!" she almost wailed as he looked down at her, her teeth biting into her lower lip so hard he almost expected to see her draw blood, her head thrashing from side to side her body shifting in reaction to his pounding into it. Her skin seemed to glow, glistening with the sweat of their supercharged exertion. Despite his need to suck in air to feed his burning lungs and pounding heart he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes, hoping that denying himself the lusty, sultry vision of Riley underneath him might help him maintain the control he needed to grant her most fervent wish. But, the image of her was burned into his brain and he could see her in the darkness behind his eyelids as clearly as if they were open.

"Riley... I... I can't... hold... much longer." John admitted, grinding out the words, feeling the pent up energy in his balls testing his resolve and stamina, the pressure building to the point where the pleasure was almost painful and the biological imperative to spread his seed shrieked at his body to what it was designed for. "Almost... Almost... Almost... YES!!!!!" she panted and her sex clenched around him in a hard, sharp contraction, immobilizing him in her depths as she cried out, Her back arching off the bed, pressing her belly which he could feel quiver up against his, her hands clutching at him convulsively as he felt a fresh flood of liquid heat through the latex covering his penis. Her snug vice-like grip started to ripple around him and it was too much.

His hips thrust, grinding into her because there was no more depth for him to plumb and with a cry that ripped itself from his mouth as he threw his head back. His muscles locked to the point of pain, his back arching in the opposite curve to hers, as his cock pulsed and he poured himself into the condom. His cry evolved into a series of ragged grunts as his balls drained in heavy surges of climactic pleasure. His eyes were wide open, but were sightless and his blood sang in his ears. He felt like the most powerful being in the world. Suddenly being the future leader of the resistance and savior to the human race seem to mean very little compared to what he had just accomplished and was experiencing. And, then, he was empty and it was as if every last ounce of his strength had drained from him along with his seed as his arms began to tremble, hardly able to support him. He gasped at the suddenness of his weakness, but had the presence of mind to slide out of her, hissing as her sex clutched at over-sensitized shaft, reluctant to let him go and rolled off her before his strength left him completely.

They lay there, panting, looking up at the ceiling of his room. He felt himself shrink and the condom felt uncomfortable, so he removed it and, amazed that he could find the co-ordination to do so, tied it closed and let it drop out of sight to the floor next to the bed. He would deal with disposing of it later. He felt her hand blindly search for his and then twined his fingers with hers before turning his head to find she had done the same. Her breath tickled his lips as an errant breeze swept through the room, cooling the sweat on his skin. Her bright eyes seemed a little wild and unfocused to him and he wondered what she saw in his. "Can she see the awe; the thankfulness for what she has given me?" he wondered as his mind continued to process all the stimuli of having lost his virginity. He licked his lips because they felt dry and swallowing fro the same reason as his breathing eased and his heart no longer threatened to pound its way out of his ribcage.

"Are you okay?" he asked as their breathing, now soft murmurs, was the only sound in the room and minutes ticket by in relative silence. He saw her sort of shake herself and then smile. "I'm okay. I'm good. I'm great. Wow! That never happened before. You're the first person, besides myself, to give me an orgasm. It was... Wow! It was like... mind-blowing. "Yeah, Wow kinda sums it up, so does amazing, stupendous, incredible. I... I don't quite have the words to explain how I feel about you, this, us; to show you the gratitude I feel for what you've given me when I don't deserve it. I..." he rambled, the words pouring out of him along with his emotions. He would have kept on, but a soft, slender finger was pressed to his lips, silencing him. "I didn't give you anything, John. We made love, together, but if you want to show me gratitude, promise me we will get to do this again, soon and often." She told him with a slow, playful wink that did not lighten the sincerity of her words or the earnestness of her request.

"I promise, we will." He replied solemnly, smiling at her and then closing the small distance between them to kiss her. "Can I spend the night? I'm tired and sleepy and I feel so good right now I don't want to move, let alone leave." She asked, her words ending in a cute, kittenish little yawn she failed to stifle. "Yes. My mom and sister won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Come on, let's get under the covers or we'll get cold later." He suggested, glad that she didn't have to leave, glad that he cold share his bed with her. They got under the covers, with her shifting onto her side, her blonde curls warm against his shoulder as he spooned behind her, his limp cock nestle warmly in the upper cleft of her buttocks, his hand resting lightly on her hip. She snuggled a bit closer to him and captured his other hand, placing it over her heart where the upper curve of her breast met her chest and with a soft sigh was still.

"Riley." He called her name softly to get her attention and make sure she was still awake. "Hmmmmmm." she acknowledged drowsily. "I don't know how long this can last, but I want you to know I don't regret it." He told her, needing her to understand his feelings although he could not explain the reasons he new it would not last. "Then we'll just have to live in the moment, won't we?" she responded, her words soft and breathy. "Yes. We should live in the moment." He confirmed, pressing his lips to her hair and inhaling her sweet scent as they drifted off to sleep.

THE END