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His eyes were squeezed tightly shut at the incredible sensations shooting through his brain and body. God, this was unbelievable... Despite the amount of booze he'd consumed earlier in the night, it seemed to not have affected his senses at all.
He thought he might go mad as he felt her small, warm hand stroking his engorged member. Meanwhile, her full lips, along with her tongue and teeth, were at his throat, kissing, sucking, licking and nipping. She was doing everything to drive him crazy, and he loved every minute of it.
He tilted his head back, eyes still closed as he suddenly realized she was kissing her way down his long, tall body. Her lips were making hot, moist little trails over him, and a loud groan escaped him as she finally made it down to his erection. As her mouth worked on him, her small hand massaging his testicles, he couldn't help but rock his hips. He knew he had to be choking her, as he was forcing her to take the entirety of him into that pretty mouth of hers, but... Well, he just couldn't help it. He was more than buzzed, and he was beyond into this.
She slid both her hands around until they were gripping at his butt, and she seemed to be forcing him still deeper into her mouth. He cried out at the sensation, his hands coming to tangle into her long hair. Oh, God... If she kept this up much longer, he was just going to explode in her mouth.
When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled himself out from between her lips almost violently, a growl escaping him as he grabbed hold of her. He crashed his lips down to hers, consuming that sweet, wonderful mouth before turning her around so that her back faced him. He shoved gently at her lower back so that she was leaning down on the bed, his need fierce and urgent as he didn't take his time but instead thrust roughly into her at once.
"Oh, God..." he uttered through clenched teeth. He began to pound mercilessly into her, finding her plenty wet and ready for him. "Oh... shit!"
Small whimpers came from the woman as he continued his frantic thrusts, her pleasure more than evident. He moved his hands from the mattress to grip her waist as he picked up the pace to batter into her even faster. Sweat was pouring off of him with his efforts, dripping down his face to his chest, onto her back as well.
"Oh, God... Amy... Amy!" he screamed. He was there. He gave one final deep thrust, practically collapsing onto her much smaller body as he climaxed. The name left his lips again and again, and he twitched inside of her, his breath still coming fast and hard.
The next thing he knew, he was awakening... The pain was unbearable. Not much of a drinker to begin with, he had what was quite possibly the worst hangover he'd ever experienced in his life. His head felt as though it were being split open with an pick axe. He squinted at the harsh glare of sunlight filtering in through the hotel room window. He reduced his eyes to mere slits as he turned over onto his other side - and that was when he realized it...
His eyes opened more widely as he frowned. His body felt as though it were frozen as he stared at the woman in bed with him.
It wasn't Amy...
"Oh, shit!" Despite the splitting headache and accompanying nausea, he sprang up and out of the bed, eyes wide with horror as he stared down at the woman. It was some brunette, someone he didn't know. And then... "Oh, God! No... no!" He suddenly realized who it was - it was that girl from the RAW Diva Search Contest - Joy something... 'Holy shit!' he thought. No... God, no, it wasn't possible. He couldn't have cheated on Amy, he *couldn't* have!
But he was completely naked, and by the looks of it, so was she. Dear lord, what had he *done*...?
Adam suddenly bolted awake, his body covered in a cold sweat. His eyes went wide as he realized he was not alone in the bed, and he panted with the horrid memory. His gaze swung to his left, to *her*...
Despite the fact that it was indeed Amy lying there asleep beside him, that did little to assuage his disgust from the dream-memory. How could he have ever done such a horrible thing? He thought he was going to be sick.
Shoving back the blanket, he leapt up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, where he found himself overcome by a sudden torrent of tears. How could he ever face her again? How had she ever forgiven him for what he'd done?
He was full of self-loathing as he met his reflection in the mirror above the sink. In spite of the tears of guilt and sorrow at his betrayal against the woman he loved, he snarled as he looked into his own eyes.
"Bastard..."
He'd hurt her so unthinkably, committed the utmost act of betrayal and disloyalty. His stomach lurched with nausea, as though staying with him from the memory-dream, and he moved quickly over to the toilet, raised the lid and purged his stomach.
"Oh, God... oh, God..." he moaned, choking. He was retching so hard, his nose was bleeding. Blood dripped into the toilet along with the vomit. A few tears spilled down within as well.
"Adam?"
He couldn't even raise or turn his head to look at her as he suddenly heard her voice.
"Oh, my God... Sweetie, are you all right?" She rushed to his side, her loving hand going to his shoulder, stroking him. He could hear the vast concern in her voice and couldn't help thinking he wasn't worthy of it.
He shook his head as he closed the lid of the toilet, his right hand coming up to his nose. His fingers came back with still a small amount of blood. Damn it.
"Poor baby... You're sick," Amy crooned as she snatched up a wad of toilet paper. She moved around so that she was in front of him, raising the tissue up to his nose. And that look on her face, the concern within, it nearly tore his heart into more pieces. She loved him.
"No," he denied, shaking his head, taking hold of the toilet paper and pressing it to his own nose. "I'm not sick." The tears continued falling as he met her eyes. He hated himself at that very moment.
"Oh, God... What-"
"I don't deserve you," he stated flatly.
The redhead blinked as she stared at him. She seemed uncomprehending for a moment, then shook her head.
"Don't say that, Adam... I love you."
"I know... I know you do. And I love you, Ames... God, how I love you." He ignored his tears, instead concentrating on her beautiful and stricken face. Realizing his nosebleed had stopped, he removed the paper and tossed it into the small wastebasket just beyond. "I... I had a horrible dream." He swallowed hard, choking back a sob, then turned to the sink, where he rinsed out his mouth. He didn't even have a chance to dry off his face as she inched closer to him.
She reached up with one hand, gently pressing it to his cheek and smoothing away some long blond hair that had plastered itself to his face in his sleep.
"It's okay, baby... It was just a *dream*."
"No," he said, shaking his head, "you don't get it... It wasn't *just* a dream. I... I remembered that night." He ducked his head, ashamed to look at her all of a sudden.
"Oh..." She winced, looking down for a beat until she shook her head. She raised her gaze up to his green eyes, her heart leaping up into her throat at the expression on his face. "Adam, don't... Don't do this to yourself. I love you, and I *forgave* you." When he still refused to meet her eyes, Amy reached up with both hands, pulling his head toward her so that their gazes met. His emerald eyes were so full of anguish, she felt she too could start crying.
"Come on, let's get out of this bathroom." She grabbed his hand, tugging on it, and he allowed her to lead him back into the main room. She led him to sit down on the edge of the bed, and she perched onto his lap, straddling him.
"I *love* you, Adam Copeland," she said firmly yet gently, her gaze focusing directly into his eyes. He looked so sad, and, even worse, hopeless. It tore at her heart, but she knew how he felt. It was exactly how she'd felt the previous night, when she'd come here to reconcile with him.
He stared into her hazel depths wordlessly for a beat. To Amy, it was as though he were not really seeing her but rather looking through her. It scared the hell out of her - until he finally responded.
"I love you, too, Amy Dumas."
The tiniest trace of a smile touched her lips as she played with some strands of his long golden hair.
"Good... In that case, you listen to me - I forgave you, and I won't have you beating yourself up about that. It was a mistake."
He stared deep into her eyes wordlessly but nodded. One of his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her in place, and his free hand came up to gently stroke her soft cheek.
"How can I make you happy again?"
"You *always* make me happy..." he protested.
"I don't mean that," she insisted. "I mean..." She cocked her head as she gazed into his still sorrow-filled face. "I can't have my man looking so sad, those beautiful green eyes so lost and devoid of all hope... I just won't have it."
"I'm-" Adam didn't have a chance to utter the word 'sorry' as she suddenly closed those few mere inches of distance to capture his lips with her own. She kissed him into silence, her tongue dipping into his mouth as her hands tangled into his long hair. She repositioned herself onto her knees, still straddling him, and gently forced him down against the bed.
The blond man responded in an instant, despite the inner torment he'd just experienced. He couldn't help it. He loved her so much, it hurt. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. And she was still straddling his hips, and he felt himself growing hard against her. God, how she excited him. Happy, sad, angry... No matter what his emotion, the redhead never failed to excite him.
"Oh, God..." she moaned as she felt the hard throbbing and heat emanating from his lower body. She kissed him again, her lips dominating his as she lowered her hand to fondle him.
He let out a moan inside her mouth, his tongue spiraling around hers as he raised a hand to her T-shirt-covered breasts. The previous night, when she'd slept over, he'd given her the shirt to wear to bed. Now, he only wanted her *out* of it.
She let out a soft little laugh as she raised her head from his, her eyes so full of love - and it was all for *him*. God, how he loved this woman. And then, she raised up to her knees and tugged on his boxers, lowering them just enough to free him.
He moaned as her right hand was suddenly gripping him, and she scooted down, bending so as to take him into her mouth. She licked up the underside of his shaft, causing him to growl with pleasure. Then, raising her head, a smile curled her lips before she repeated her actions, loving his throbbing member with her mouth and tongue.
It went on and on for several more minutes until he felt he couldn't take much more. He needed her in a different way, needed to be inside of her. She stopped what she was doing and crawled up so that her face was close to his, then dipped her head, kissing him into oblivion.
He tugged on her T-shirt, telling her what he wanted, and she sat up, raised the garment up off her arms and tossed it away. At the same time, while keeping his gaze fixed on her, he slid his boxers down his legs and threw them aside. And that was when the redhead straddled him again, hovering just above him in an almost teasing manner. But she did not tease him, not at all. In seconds, she lowered herself onto him, his hardness slipping into her easily. He let out a sigh as she began to ride him, her movements slow at first but increasing as she adjusted to his length and thickness. She lowered down to capture his lips again, her tongue wrapping around his in a frenzy of passion. He kissed her back, his breath catching in his throat as he was nearly overwhelmed.
He loved her. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would spend the rest of his life with this woman. And, if she would let him, he would spend the rest of his life proving his deep and undying love for her, and making her happy.
He closed his eyes and put his head back a bit as he gave himself in to the sensations, all the feelings she was invoking within him. And then, he forced them open, knowing he *had* to look at her. Seeing her in purest ecstasy brought him more happiness than he could ever explain. Damn, she was beautiful. He always loved to watch her when they made love.
He added his own upright thrusts to match those she was delivering, causing her to cry out. The feel of him inside of her was almost too pleasurable for her to bear. She was close, and she knew it. And then, he placed a hand between them, his large, warm fingers finding her, and she rubbed herself against him, a moan escaping her, followed by his name.
"Adam, oh, God... Oh, Adam..." she breathed. She lowered her head to his, again kissing him fervently as she rode out her orgasm. The pleasure was so great, it was almost unbearable.
Feeling her tighten up around him, seeing and hearing her ecstasy... It was all too much for him, and he grunted as he came, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he continued with hard upright thrusts. He held onto the feeling as he emptied into her, until he had no more to give.
"Oh... God..." he moaned.
She lowered herself to him again, reclaiming his lips, and he kissed her back, the tenderness sweeping through him. He could feel her heart beating against his. An incredible peace came over him.
"I love you..."