Warning: Material Intended for Mature Audience. Reader discretion advised. 

Carrie's POV

Tyler brings me over to my creaky old bed, and gently lays me down. I watch as he kicks off his shoes, and discards his socks on the floor. He then climbs up on the bed to join me by my side. Tyler hovers over me, balancing on one elbow, and traces my cheek with the back of his knuckles. I'm drowning in the deep green of his eyes, as he leans down closer, and kisses me, slowly, tenderly, gently pushing his tongue in my mouth. I wrap my arms around his solid back, and pull him closer to me, so our bodies are touching. I can feel the hard muscles of his biceps, and forearms flex as he shifts his body to cover mine, his thigh parting my legs. Just feeling the weight of him over me makes my stomach tighten with anticipation.

Tyler loosens the band holding my pony tail, and threads his fingers through my hair so that it comes down over my shoulders.

"You're so damn sexy," he whispers, as he nuzzles my neck with his warm lips.

I can feel my heart rate quicken just from the feel of his breath tickling my skin. His mouth traces a trail of hot kisses down the column of my neck, and continues down as low as the collar of my shirt allows. His hand reaches the hem of my shirt and he lifts it up to expose my stomach. Suddenly I feel self conscious. I remember Jonah's admonishment about eating too much pasta, and insinuating that my body is not in the kind of shape that he wishes. I bet Tyler is used to beautiful model types, and I am definitely no Victoria's Secret angel.

"Hey, Tyler..." I say, pulling my shirt back down. "Do you mind if we turn the lights off?"

Tyler looks up, and cocks an eyebrow at me. "And why would we do that, Carrie? I want to feast my eyes on every inch of you. You're so freaking hot."

I want to believe his words, but I'm just not confident enough.

"I'm just...um...it would make me more comfortable," I admit.

Tyler takes my hand, and kisses my fingers. "It's our first time, so I'll let you call the shots...just this once."

I'm not sure what he means, so I just nod, happy that he is willing to comply.

He gets up and turns off the main light, but before getting back into bed, he goes to the windows and throws open the curtains. My studio is suddenly flooded with moonlight, granting us the perfect amount of illumination.

Tyler walks over to the bed, and takes off his shirt. I always suspected that he had a great body, but I didn't expect to see such an amazing physique. I can make out the chiseled outline of his abs, and pecs, and the defined obliques which are accentuated even more by the way the lower muscles angle into a V shape that disappears into his jeans.

"Your turn," he tells me, kneeling before me on the bed.

I sit up, grateful for the shroud of darkness, and lift the shirt over my head. Tyler's eyes instantly go to my bra, and I am happy to have donned this lacy pink number as it definitely delivers on its promise of granting "superb cleavage".

He doesn't waste any time, and reaches for my waist, pulling me flush against his naked torso. We're both kneeling in front of each other. Tyler kisses me, hungrily, passionately, as his large hands rove all over my back.

My breath hitches, as I feel him unhooking my bra, but he doesn't break our kiss. The cleavage maker is gone. I instinctively raise my hands, and cover my exposed breasts. Tyler cups my cheek, and tilts my face to look at his.

"Don't hide yourself from me," he tells me, and places a soft kiss on my shoulder. I feel his fingers wrap around my wrists and gently pull my hands away from my chest. Tyler pulls me closer to him, until my nipples brush up against his warm chest. He gently palms my right breast with his hand, and plumps it up, dipping his head and taking the nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue swirls around the tip, and I moan, throwing my head back. The feel of his mouth on me is incredible. I bury my fingers in his hair, and pull him closer to me.

"Lie down," he softly commands, his voice raspy with need.

I do as I'm told, and watch as his hands travel to the button on my jeans, and pull down the zipper. These skinny jeans are a tight fit, but Tyler dispatches them with ease. I am now left in just my panties, propping myself up on my elbows, my eyes glued to the huge bulge straining Tyler's crotch. He notices my stare, and unbuttons his jeans.

"Can I help you with that?" I offer, hoping he'll say 'yes', since that has been such a fantasy of mine.

He gives me a crooked smile, and says, "Sure."

I sit up, and reach for the fly of his jeans. I'm slowly moving the metal tab of the zipper down, my eyes growing bigger as I see Tyler's manhood stretching the front of his black Calvin's. I look up, and see Tyler smiling down at me. Suddenly I'm feeling giddy with excitement...this is going to be only the second penis I've seen in real life. Hope it's not weird or scary looking. WTF, Carrie! Keep it together!

I bravely pull down his jeans, together with his boxers, and watch intently as his gorging erection comes into view.

Holy...Mother...of God.

I literally hear myself gasp, and look up at Tyler, who appears to be very much amused by my reaction. I suppose he must be used to this.

Let's just say, Jonah's got nothing on this guy. It's a terrible analogy, but I might as well be comparing junior varsity to the professional big leagues. And Tyler is like the MVP of the MLB by the looks of it.

"Um...uh..." I'm officially rendered speechless, and cannot will myself to look away.

Tyler is not shy in the slightest, in fact, he's got his hands on his hips, even as his erection is jutting out and staring me in the face.

I'm actually wondering if it's going to hurt. Tyler probably read my thoughts, because he tilts my chin up and says, "Don't worry, baby. It'll be okay. I promise."

He tosses his jeans and underwear on the floor, and gently pushes me down on my back, climbing over me. I can feel the silky skin of his hard sex brush against my thigh. Tyler kisses me, tugging gently on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"You are so beautiful, Carrie," he whispers tenderly.

I blush and lower my lashes, feeling his fingers hook into the sides of my panties and tug them down my thighs.

We are now both completely naked, our arms intertwined, legs tangled up. I feel Tyler's hand dip below my belly button and part me with his fingers. He slides his middle finger up and down my center, making my hips rise off the mattress to meet his touch.

Tyler deepens his kiss, as he slides a finger inside of me, and I whimper with pleasure. I want to feel more of him, my hunger for him growing. Tyler senses my need, and inserts another finger, slowly pushing both in knuckle deep, and sliding them out.

"You're so wet for me," he coos, and continues to kiss my neck. His fingers continue to pump into me, and then slide up and down, his fingertips teasing my most sensitive spot. He makes gentle circles over me, applying just the right amount of gentle pressure. I squirm under his skillful touch, craving more of it. His movements are becoming quicker, and I can feel a familiar tightening begin to build...Tyler must sense it as well, because he says, "Just let go, baby...let go." I grip his wrist, and screw my eyes shut, as I feel the wave of the climax wash over me.

I scream out, and Tyler takes my moans into his mouth, kissing me deeply.

"Fuck, Carrie...that was so fucking sexy," he tells me, but I am too delirious to answer anything back.

Suddenly, I feel his fingers withdraw, and the heat of his body leave me.

I open my eyes and realize Tyler has gotten up off the bed, and is rummaging around on the floor with his clothes. What is he doing?

Then I see him get back on the bed, holding a foil packet between his fingers. Of course he always has a condom on hand. Was he so sure he'd get me into bed? Is that too presumptuous of him? Or perhaps it's an old habit of his, because just maybe, if you happen to be Tyler, the possibility of having sex every time you leave the house is astonishingly high.

Tyler kneels before me, and spreads open my legs. I am not going to overthink this. Just watching him tear open the condom packet with his teeth is the sexiest sight. He deftly slides the condom over his impressive length, and positions himself over me.

My eyes seek out his, and I am met with a smoldering look of desire and need.

Tyler brushes away a strand of hair off my cheek, and kisses my temple.

"I care about you so much, Carrie...I've been wanting to make love to you since the first night we met..." he tells me. "But I want you to be sure..."

"I am," I say without hesitation.

Tyler's green gaze keeps me spellbound. I am putty in his hands.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby," he instructs, as I feel him press himself into me. My body is stretching, trying to accommodate his. I can tell it's taking a lot of self-control for him to not go full throttle. He's going slowly, allowing me to adjust to his intimate invasion.

"Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod, staring up at him.

"You feel so amazing," he says, and pushes all the way in, seating himself within me to the hilt. I've never felt this intense of a need to be possessed by someone sexually. My body is craving this. Being filled by him so completely feels incredible. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation.

Tyler begins to rock his hips against me, slowly increasing his pace. It doesn't hurt at all, just feels incredibly powerful. He is balancing himself on his arms, and I am gripping his biceps for support.

"Wrap your legs around me," he instructs, and scoops my behind with one hand, squeezing the flesh.

I hold him tightly with my legs, as he continues to plunge into me, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. It is the sweetest, sensual rhythm, turning my insides to liquid. His eyes are on me, as he lowers his face to mine and kisses me.

Tyler slows his movements, and withdraw from me, sitting back on the bed. He reaches for my arms, and pulls me up.

"Come here," he tells me, guiding me by the waist to straddle his lap. I sit in Tyler's lap, my knees apart, hovering just above his hardness.

He wraps his strong arms around my waist and brings me closer to him. His hand goes down between my legs and I feel him gently glide his fingers over me. He then brings the fingers to his mouth, and sucks my wetness from them. I am mesmerised by how incredibly arousing it is to watch him do this.

Tyler lifts my hips slightly, and positions himself directly under me, then slowly pushes me down, penetrating me deeper than before. I instinctively begin to roll my hips, and he continues guiding me with his hands, gripping my bottom.

"Fucking hell, you're so good, baby," Tyler encourages me, "keep riding me."

My body is still reeling from the orgasm I had earlier, so when Tyler reaches between our bodies, and finds my sensitive spot again, I start to feel the pressure building once more.

He's thrusting into me, with all his might, and rubbing his fingers back and forth over my sweet spot, and I can feel myself coming undone.

"Come for me, Carrie," he urges, and nuzzles my breast with his hot lips.

Tyler draws the tip of my breast into his mouth, and I'm a gonner.

"Oh, god! Tyler!" I scream out, feeling a powerful orgasm pull me under once more.

As I utter his name, Tyler pushes me back on the bed so that he is on top again. He slings my legs over his shoulder, gripping the top edge of the headboard for support with one hand, and drives into me, over and over again. The headboard is banging against the wall, and it sounds as though the bed is about to break. The tremors of my release are still coursing through me, and Tyler taking control like this makes me ride it out even longer.

With each deep, hard, thrust, he is claiming me for his own, and I completely surrender to his sweet possession.

I hear Tyler let out a low growl, and curse under his breath. He stills over me, his muscles tighten, and he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.

We lie like this, in a sweaty pile of naked limbs, breathing in each other's scent. Neither one of us is able to speak, we're simply basking in the sweet aftershocks of our mutual pleasure.

After some time, Tyler rolls to my side, and props himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a tender look.

"That was incredible," he says, and reaches over to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

I want to tell him that it was mind-blowing. That it was the best sex I've ever had. That I really hope we'll make love again before the sun comes up, because I truly can't get enough of him.

"It really was," I say instead, suddenly feeling shy.

I smile at him, but avert my eyes. What if he's just saying that to be nice? Would he even tell me if it was bad? I mean, I know how wonderful it was for me, but was it just as amazing for him? He certainly seemed to enjoy it, so why am I so insecure?...Arrgh. Get out of your head, Carrie! Savor this moment, and don't ruin it.

I curl up my naked body, and Tyler wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest.

"Watching you come was the sexiest fucking sight," he tells me.

"Wh-what?" I croak. I can actually feel my face turning red in the darkness.

"The way you were riding me was so freakin hot," Tyler continues. "And then when I felt you tighten around me as you came, I knew I wouldn't last long."

I feel officially mortified.

I am totally not used to this post-coital play by play. Jonah usually rolled over and went to sleep without saying anything.

"Okay, okay...TMI" I say, and smack him playfully.

Tyler chuckles, and squeezes me tighter with his arms.

I can't believe how comfortable he is talking about sex. I am definitely not used to this, but I don't want him to think I am total square either. Come on, Carrie, don't be a bore! I chide myself.

"At one point the bed was creaking so loudly, I thought for sure we'd bust the springs of my mattress," I say, and am so relieved when his chest quakes with laughter.

"Also, I can now confirm my long standing suspicion," says Tyler, kissing the top of my head.

"Oh, yeah? And what is that?" I ask, feeling a little nervous.

"That you are, in fact, a phenomenal lay."