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*RAW, December 5, 2005*
They were both silent as they made their way backstage to the locker rooms. Each was lost in their own thoughts about the segment, mixed emotions intermingling with their consciences.
He knew it was wrong to harp on Ric Flair's current legal and marital troubles, but this was the way he'd insisted on the show going. It had to be cutting, hence its name. As he'd said out there in front of the ten thousand plus fans, they were out to "cut to the chase."
He glanced sideways at the woman by his side, exceptionally beautiful but seemingly keeping her distance out here in the hallway. It wasn't that she cared what anyone else thought. On the contrary, it was just the opposite.
The moment they entered his locker room and he'd shut the door, the woman slipped back toward it, taking it upon herself to lock it. An almost sly smile spread on her pretty face as she gazed up at him, her eyes glinting full of the fire he'd always loved.
"That was so hot out there."
He cocked his head as he stared down into her eyes, a tiny smile quirking at his lips.
"What was?" he asked innocently.
"Don't play coy with me, mister," she chastised gently, one of her graceful hands coming up to allow her forefinger to toy gently with his jawline. She traced it seductively as she spoke again, her voice husky. "Those hot eyes of yours... Staring at my boobs. It's not fair of you to tease me like that when we're out there."
"No?" He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, gently pulling her along with him as he backed up to the small couch situated several feet away.
"No," she said, shaking her head, that fire brimming still brighter in her hazel eyes. A tiny smile was still playing at her lips as her tongue poked out to moisten the corners of her mouth. She wanted him so badly, she could taste it.
He felt the couch at the backs of his knees and sat, and the woman was practically purring as she straddled his lap, her arms instantly winding around his neck. In seconds, her mouth crashed to his, attacking with her lips, teeth and tongue, the sheer extent of passion causing him to moan. It was true - he *had* been eyeing her luscious breasts out there in the ring, although he could see them uncovered anytime he wanted when they were alone, somewhere private.
He kissed her back fervently, a growl escaping him as he allowed his hands to roam over her curvaceous body. He lowered them to her ass, clutching it, kneading her buttocks until she reached down for one of his hands. Almost strategically, she raised it until his palm was against her right breast. A little moan escaped her as his large hand squeezed and stroked at the fleshy mound.
He was already hard in his blue jeans as he moved his head from hers to her breast, his hand pushing at the offending material of her low-cut shirt and black lace bra. In one swift, fluid motion, he sucked her nipple between his teeth, loving the slightly louder moan and shudder that the act elicited.
"Oh, God..." she whispered, her throaty voice coming out shaky. The motions of his tongue were soft, then alternately firm, and she knew he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her panties were already soaked, as she was fully ready for him.
The woman's breathing quickened even more as she lowered her hands to the waistband of her lover's jeans. Her fingers fumbled as she raced to unbutton and unzipper the garment, a tiny, nearly inaudible cry emerging from her lips as he continued his assault on her breast. The pleasure was so great, she almost couldn't stand it.
Growling, the man gave up on his task for the moment, and he kissed her hard, his tongue lapping at her lips as he moved his hands to hers. he placed her small, lovely appendages to the hot, hardened flesh inside his pants, their eyes meeting with passion and promise. She leaned over and kissed him again, soft laughter emitting from her as she yanked on his T-shirt, helping him out of it. Next, she raised her own shirt over her head, gleefully tossing it aside, and she loved the way he drank her in, licking his lips in anticipation.
His hands expertly plucked the bra from her body, and he groaned as she raised up from his lap. He pushed forward, his lips soft and hot as he pressed a kiss on her bare, flat stomach, his fingers reaching for the button and zipper of her jeans. He pushed them down, along with her panties, both of which she willingly stepped out of.
The man stood up just long enough to remove his own pants as well as his boxers, relief flooding through him. Her beautiful eyes were lingering over his nude form, and she licked her lips as her gaze stayed longest on his throbbing erection. He knew she couldn't wait until he was inside of her... She loved it, told him all the time that he was the best she'd ever had.
He gently pulled her forward again, his lips against kissing her taut stomach as his hand had other ideas. He felt her own hand in his hair, gently stroking, as he reached up to touch her moist, silken center.
God... She was so wet... He let out an audible sigh of pleasure as he toyed with her, slow and deliberate. After a beat, he slipped a finger inside, and he felt her stiffen against him, then slowly begin to arch and rock her hips at his touch.
It went on for a few minutes, her movements quickening to that of his finger, and finally he removed it from her body.
"No... Not that way," he said breathily. He gazed up into her face adoringly, his hands at her waist. Gently, he eased her down toward him.
She wouldn't have any of it - at least not his gentleness. In one swift move, she again straddled him, only this time impaling herself fully on his shaft, a moan escaping her as she threw her head back at the sensation.
"Sweet Christ..." he swore between clenched teeth. She was relentless in her passion, slamming up and down over his length, faster and faster. It was ecstatically dizzying. He held her tightly around the waist, reveling in her frenzied gyrations, allowing his face to occasionally burrow against her bouncing breasts. It was incredible.
Finally, she let out a drawn but not so loud moan, his name chasing it as she reached her orgasm. She threw her head back, long hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back as she arched against him. It was so intense, so pleasurable, she had to fight back from screaming.
He quickly followed suit, a growl deep in his throat as he felt his own release. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he released deep into her, the three words bubbling from his lips.
"I love you."
She smiled as she gazed down into his sparkling green eyes. She didn't dare to get up, instead opting to stay locked in position, keeping him still inside of her. She raised both hands to his head, stroking the sides of his shoulder-length golden-blond hair as she moved her face closer, nuzzling him.
"I love you, too, Adam."
Adam Copeland smiled easily as he nuzzled her back, then his lips found the warm full ones of Amy Dumas.