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As they made their way back to their hotel room after a moonlight stroll out in the neighborhood, Amy bit her lip. A feeling of slight shyness came over her as she gazed at Adam, noting for the millionth time in her life how handsome and sexy a man he was. She was feeling, however, for the first time since her suicide attempt, stirrings of sexual desire.
The redhead tried to repress her impulses as she strode beside the blond man. She wished her hands weren't so cut up, as she wanted to put them on him, make a grab for his own hand. Despite herself and what she'd tried to do so recently, she wondered why he hadn't made love to her yet. The truth was, she'd definitely enjoyed their little trysts in the locker rooms when they'd been hiding their true relationship to everyone.
As they entered the hotel and made their way up the stairs, Adam spoke about his current storyline with William Regal, which was still going strong. He'd just dropped the Intercontinental Championship to the Englishman, and their feud would be continuing for awhile.
She listened, but only half-heartedly, as she could not get the urge to jump him the moment they entered the hotel room out of her mind. Okay, so she was horny... And anyway, they hadn't had sex in weeks. But as much as she was now craving the physical aspect of it, she now knew that, to the Canadian, it was also an act of love - because he truly *loved* her.
They reached their room, the redhead holding her breath as her boyfriend slipped the keycard through its slot, allowing them entrance. God, she ached to touch him...
The moment they were inside the room, they both started to speak at once.
"Go on, baby..." Adam's green eyes gazed over her lovely face, his heart softening as he lowered them to quickly take in the bandaged hands. He truly felt horrible that she'd done such a thing to herself. Also, it would take several weeks before she would be able to return to in- *and* out-of-ring action. After a quick visit to Stephanie McMahon earlier in the night, the brunette had insisted Amy take a few weeks off from the physicalities of their profession.
"I just..." The redhead bit her lip, nervousness consuming her for the first time with him in ages. She lowered her head, then raised it to meet his gaze, and this time, she didn't bother trying to conceal all the desire she felt for him. "... Adam, I..."
The blond man arched a brow, then frowned, concern sweeping through him. What was she trying to tell him? She appeared to be so apprehensive about whatever it was, and quite frankly, it was starting to worry him.
"Ames, what's the matter?" he questioned, stepping closer to her and gently grasping her by the shoulders. "Baby, talk to me..."
She blinked as she gazed deeply into his eyes, wishing now more than ever that her hands weren't bandaged so she could just grab him - pull him taut against her body and pull his head down to hers.
"I want you..." she said in a near whisper. Her gaze remained on his handsome face, and again, she bit her lip, the slight shyness she'd felt trickling from her in an instant. She tilted her head to one side, gazing up at him almost coquettishly, through her eyelashes.
Without a word, Adam closed those couple of inches of distance between them, his hands instantly going up to cup her head, and he dipped his head to hers, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. God, he'd wanted her as well, for weeks now. How he'd been able to go on without approaching her and ravaging her before, he'd never know. She was kissing him back hungrily, her tongue exploring just about every square inch of his mouth, and she pressed her sweet, curvaceous body up against him.
A groan escaped him as he started to grind his pelvis up against the diva, his hands tangling into her long red hair. He let her feel just how excited she made him, and he longed for her hands on his body, but he knew that was an impossibility at the moment. He wished he could gently take her hands and kiss them with a feather-soft touch. He loved her so very much.
Amy let out a nearly muffled cry as she felt the blond man's rock- hardness against her crotch, small pleasurable sensations shooting through her as one of his hands moves from her face to her breast. He held it there as he moved his lips from hers to her throat, kissing the base of it. Then, taking care not to come into contact with her injured hands, he nearly danced her to the bed, the diva allowing him to lay her down on it.
She watched, licking her lips in her desire, as the Canadian quickly undid his jeans. Then, before he was even out of them, he leaned over and tugged at the redhead's shirt, which she helped him get her out of as she shrugged a bit out of it. Afterward, he kicked out of his jeans, and there was a fire in Amy's eyes as she gazed down at the bulge in his briefs. She wanted him so badly, she could almost taste it.
And she did... The moment his briefs were down and off, the redheaded woman sat up in the bed, and slowly, without the use of her hands, she took him into her warm, velvety mouth. His eyes closed tightly for a beat at the sensation, as he thought he might explode. God, it had been far too long...
Before he couldn't stand it any longer, Adam moved away, slipping from between her beautiful full lips and lowered himself to the bed on top of her. He supported his weight so as to not crush her, pressing his lips down onto hers, one of his hands reaching down between them and finding her. God, she was wet...
Quickly, after breaking the kiss, he repositioned himself between her legs and easily slid inside of her. She was tight around him as he began to thrust slowly, then faster.
After a few minutes, the redhead felt the orgasm coming hard and fast, and she threw her head back in her ecstasy, crying out and wanting nothing more than to pull him all the way down against her - but she couldn't, so she just clutched him as close as possible with her legs, which she'd clasped around his narrow waist.
He'd been holding on for what felt like a long time to him, given the fact that he'd been celibate for the last few weeks. But now, after Amy climaxing, he felt himself going over the edge as well. He moaned her name as he came, lowering his head so that his brow was pressed against hers, and his breath came hard and fast as he emptied into her.
Afterward, he collapsed beside her, both their breathing still hard, their bodies sweat-slicked. Gently, he took hold of one of her arms, pressing a kiss to the wrist. Then, propping himself on one elbow as he gazed down into her beautiful but exhausted face, he smoothed some strands of her red hair off her face.
"Don't ever be hesitant with me again..."
"Huh?" She gazed up into his face searchingly, her hazel orbs widening.
The blond man let out a soft chuckle. God, she was adorable - and that was only one of the reasons he'd fallen in love with her.
"If you ever want me, don't hesitate - just *take* me," he clarified.
Amy laughed, and the lilting, feminine sound was like music to his
ears.