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Judy Copeland smiled as she led her son and his girlfriend into the house. They had all just returned from the Skydome, where the SmackDown show had taken place. She had been in the audience, in the front row.

"I still can't believe I didn't know you were going to compete in that lingerie contest," Adam was saying. He grinned and grabbed hold of her hand. "Why didn't you tell me?"

The redhead cocked her head to one side, a smile playing at her lips.

"Well," she replied, "if I'd told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise, would it?"

"No," the tall blond man said, drawing the redhead in his embrace, "you're right - it wouldn't." He tightened his arms around her waist and lowered his head to hers.

"Did you really mean what you said out there?" he said softly. He hadn't *completely* forgotten that his mother was right here.

Amy's lips parted as she pulled away just enough to glance over at Judy. The woman was now sitting on the living room couch across the room from them, a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose, a book open on her lap. The redhead bit her lip slyly as she turned back to her boyfriend.

"Why don't I answer that question later," she said softly, huskily, "in private."

"Sounds good," he said discreetly, the grin widening on his gorgeous face. "How about right now?" He started to tug her toward the stairs that would take them to the guest bedroom they'd been using since they'd arrived here.

"Adam!" Amy said in a loud whisper. She stopped in her tracks, a deep blush seeping her cheeks. The blond man chuckled, thinking she was so adorable.

"What?"

The redhead glanced back over toward Judy, and Adam's gaze followed. Then, he shifted his green eyes back to meet her hazel, a questioning expression on his face.

Amy rolled her eyes heavenward. Leave it to men... Most of them were definitely clueless - if not about one thing, then about another.

"We can't just leave your mom like that," she whispered as he merely grinned at her, the desire in his eyes as he gazed at her not at all lost on her. "It would be... rude."

"Nah, Ma's cool," he protested. He craned his neck slightly as he peered into the living room. "Ma, we're going to turn in for the night."

Amy's face was still burning, but she couldn't repress the smile she felt.

"Okay, kids - have a good night," Judy called, barely looking up from her book.

Adam turned back to the redhead.

"See? She doesn't mind... Come on." He grabbed her hand and practically tore her up the stairs to their room.

Once they were inside, the blond man closed and locked the door. As he turned back toward her, Amy's knees nearly buckled at the lascivious expression on his face. And then, in one quick move, he pulled her into his arms, his head lowering to capture her lips. She nearly collapsed at the feel of him, his tongue plunging into her mouth and tangling hotly with hers. He slid his hands down her waist and hips, to her butt. The redhead was left nearly breathless.

Adam raised his head from hers, his breathing heavy as he was already completely turned on.

"You were so amazingly hot in that outfit earlier," he breathed. He stroked her back and long hair, his hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. "And God, I want you..."

"Believe me, I can tell." With a sly grin cocking her lips, she glanced down between them, noting the bulge in his pants. "Well, we'll just have to do something about that."

"Please..." the blond man pleaded in a husky tone. "... Take me - I'm yours."

Smiling brightly, the redhead reached down for his hand, gently leading him to the bed. He was a most willing participant as she pushed him down, and he laid back on it. His gaze followed her every movement as she strode over to her suitcase. He watched as she quickly rummaged through it and came up with a lovely hot pink scarf. She twined the silky accessory in her hand as she edged her way back to him, and he breathed deeply, awaiting what she would do.

Adam continued to grin as she gazed up at her, into her beautiful face as she knelt on the bed and straddled him.

"In answer to your question," she said cheerily. She grabbed hold of his wrists, putting his arms up over his head. Then, quickly, she thought better of it and first removed his shirt. Afterward, she utilized the scarf and began to tie his wrists together - to one of the headboard's slats.

"Wow," he breathed, "I never knew you were so kinky."

The redhead grinned back at him.

"Just something I've wanted to try for awhile," she revealed. She bit her lip as her gaze traveled from his hands to his eyes.

Once she made sure his wrists were pretty securely bound, Amy lowered to crash her lips down on his, and Adam growled as he responded, his need more fierce than ever. In fact, his erection was becoming downright painful as it pressed into the zipper of his jeans. He groaned then, as he suddenly felt her hand there, fondling him. It didn't take long at all, either, for her to undo the pants and free him from their confines.

A moment later, he was raising his hips to help her remove his jeans completely, his boxers along with them. Then, she stood up and slowly, tantalizingly, began to undress herself as she raised her tank top over her head. All he could do was lay there watching her, his hard-on throbbing like crazy as he waited. And he loved every agonizingly delicious moment of it.

She smiled as she slowly lowered, and he let out a loud moan as he felt her mouth and hot, moist tongue suddenly on him. God, she was killing him here. Gently, then firmly, she ran her tongue along his undershaft, circling it around the head. She smiled as she felt his entire body shudder pleasantly.

She caressed him with her hand, not missing an inch. His eyes rolled back in his head for a second, his breath coming in faster. It was killing him that he couldn't touch her - or himself. It continued for several minutes, Amy alternating going down on him and working him with her hand, until he knew he couldn't take much more.

"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna come," he warned. He swallowed hard, watching her down the length of his body as she was lavishing him with her lips and tongue. What he really wanted more than anything at this point was for her to just get on top of him and ride him like a mechanical bull.

"Aww..." She stopped what she was doing, a crooked smile crossing her full lips. She herself was incredibly wet, as it always turned her on so fiercely to do things like this for him. "... Well, let me help you, baby." She crawled up to him, his gaze staying on her as she repositioned herself, coming to straddle him.

Adam's green eyes were glazed over with passion as she gripped his throbbing member, and slowly, so slowly that it was torturing him, she lowered herself, impaling herself on his shaft.

He growled at the sensation, wishing he could touch her, but his hands were still tied up above his head. But he loved it as she completely had her way with him. His eyes rolled back in his head as she slammed herself down on his length, faster and faster, her breathing growing heavier by the moment. She was close, he knew it.

She threw her head back, her eyes closing, long red hair spilling across her back and shoulders as she felt the climax hit her. She cried out, her eyes opening and fixing on his, and that was enough for the blond man. Seeing her in all her gorgeous, ecstatic splendor sent him over the edge as well, and he let out a moan as the orgasm gripped him. God, it was intense.

Afterward, the redhead lowered herself to his chest, both their breathing heavy. She listened to the quick beating of his heart for a moment before turning her head to meet his lips in a searing kiss.

Adam gave her a sated smile.

"Think you can untie me now?"

She smirked at him.

"Now, why would I want to do *that*?"

He grinned more largely at her, his tongue poking out to lick his lips.

"Well... I'd like to make love to you again in a few minutes, but I'm gonna need my hands free this time."

Amy laughed and gladly obliged, untying the scarf.