“Regina, I’m waiting!” he called. What could this surprise possibly be? She’d been with him all day, and the night before. What could she surprise him with? He heard her clear her throat and opened his eyes. There she stood before him, wearing only the bra, panties and black boots he’d bought for her this morning.

“I took you for a man that likes boots,” she said when she saw the look on his face.

“Ouch girl,” he said eyeing her up and down.

“What was that?” she asked walking towards him, slowly, teasing the hell out of him, he loved it.

She was close enough now that he could touch her, so he did. Running his hands up and down her thighs, grabbing her waist and pulling her down into his lap. He took a moment to let his hands explore the rest of her body, her lower back, her ass, back up again to her stomach and her breasts. He moaned as she pressed her hips into his.

“Regina, what happened to our one night stand?” he asked looking up at her as he kissed her collarbone.

“We haven’t had one yet, so why worry about it?” she asked.

“Okay,” he mumbled moving up to her neck, not caring that he might regret this in the morning and instead concentrated on the feelings she stirred in him. Hunger, that deep-seated need for sex, she made him nearly crave sex. But it was different this time. She was the one instigating it. She’d wanted it this time.

“Come on, lets go to the bedroom,” she said standing up and pulling him by the hand. He couldn’t help but watch her ass and her legs as she walked to the bedroom. She was insanely sexy. Her long black hair with the black boots and the black panties and bra, she fairly screamed sex.

He couldn’t resist and wrapped his arms around her waist as they got inside the bedroom. Placing kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck as he allowed his hands to search the rest of her body. He felt her lean back into him, giving him room to kiss her neck more fully. God her skin felt so good under his fingers.

Slowly he turned her around until he could kiss her lips. She was an amazing kisser, allowing him such access to her mouth that he felt he could have swallowed her whole. She whimpered slightly as he pressed their bodies tightly together and just serving to turn him on even more.

Moving backwards he sat down on the edge of the bed making her straddle his lap. “Don’t take off the boots,” he said in a low growl. She raised her eyebrows at him and smiled.

“All right cowboy. But it’s my turn now,” she said pulling his shirt up over his head and pushing him down on the mattress. His hands came up to pull her to him but she wouldn’t let him touch her.

“Uh oh, no touching, not until I say so,” she said grinning and waggling a finger at him. He groaned and lay his head back down on the bed. Slowly she began to torture him, first sucking on his neck, her nails just barely touching the skin on his arms and shoulders. Her lips made their way down his neck to his Adam’s apple, pausing briefly to kiss that and around his chin for several minutes.

Em was in a state of shock. Here he was with a woman that he’d known now only three days, and was now having sex with her again. He’d never allowed any woman to do what she was doing to him. By now he would have thrown her down and just fucked her until he came and then kicked her out. But now? Regina’s lips and hands had the effect of being tied down without the ability to move. She had some sort of hold over him, which with any one else would have bothered him.

Slowly, painfully slow, her lips slid down to his chest. Her nails pressing lightly into his flesh was strangely arousing. She licked and kissed and nibbled her way down to one nipple and causally worked her way around it. Then suddenly, she was sucking on his nipple and he nearly melted out of his skin at this kind of touch. He’d never been used to a woman doing this to him. He arched up into her trying to find some release but couldn’t.

“Uh, Regina,” he moaned, trying to find the words to express something that was going through his head.

“What’s that?” she asked coyly, kissing her way over to the other nipple and repeating her actions there. Here he raised off the bed again mumbling something inaudible. Gently she kissed the nipple and then bit down on it. The effect was worth it and he quivered beneath her touch and beads of sweat broke out over his forehead with the effort of restraining himself. His breathing came in short pants of need.

“Regina, please,” he begged, clutching at the sheet on either side of him. She smiled at the thought of making him beg.

“Not yet, we’re only half way there,” she said digging her nails into his skin a little deeper. He gasped at this and reflexively raised his hips. His breathing became increasingly labored as he attempted to manage his inner struggle to just throw her down and finished what she’d started.

“Regina, please, shit, I need, you, I need you,” he struggled out between the increasing kisses on his stomach.

She sat up and looked down at him, grinning at the idea of having made Eminem, the Eminem, Marshall fucking Mathers, beg, and for her. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and undid the button. His eyes snapped open as he starred at her. She unzipped him.

“What is it you want?” she asked innocently running her fingers along his stomach.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, but suddenly realizing he couldn’t hold on any longer he sat up. He looked into her eyes for a moment and saw something there he’d never seen in a woman’s eyes. He couldn’t put a finger on what it was, but it was comforting.

He didn’t waste a second and took her head in his hands to kiss her. It was a slow, easy kiss although he wanted to make it fast and hard, but he couldn’t. Something in the back of his brain wanted to make this last, for as long as possible. Her hands went to his back and dug her nails into the skin making him sit up taller and pull the kiss in deeper.

God she loved the way he kissed, it was so forceful and it felt so good. From the way he would totally dominate the kiss, yet held her head as gentle as could be in his hands. She had to be careful that she remembered that it was just physical. He was in it just for the sex, so she had to be in it just for the sex. They couldn’t be anything else.

“I need you,” he panted after they could no longer breathe. By now she was on fire too, needing him just as much. She slid off his lap to the side and crawled back on the bed.

“Then come get me,” she said throwing her hair back and smiling at him. He didn’t hesitate in removing the rest of his clothes and crawling back onto the bed, on top of her. Slowly he found her hips and pulled at her panties, down over her hips. She lifted slightly so he could remove them and watched as he took considerable time in untangling them from the boots she still wore.

He slid his hands back up her body and said, “I want those legs wrapped around me when I’m inside you.” She slowly nodded as he lay her back down on the bed. He leaned into to kiss her and she felt him slid inside her at the same time his tongue slid into her mouth. She gasped at the contact and did as she was told, wrapping her legs around his back and locking her ankles together.

As the kiss became harder, so did his thrusts, mimicking everything he did with his tongue inside her mouth. Soon it became too much to keep the kiss going, their breathing becoming shorter and faster with each increasingly frantic thrust.

“Look at me,” he said he held onto her sides, “Look me in the eyes.” She did as he asked and suddenly they both fell over the edge as they watched each other, climaxing at the same time, their gazes locked together, their arms clutching one another.

They collapsed together, panting and sweating, still clinging to one another as they savored the feelings of what had just happened.

After a few minutes Regina let her legs slid from around his waist and down onto the bed. He rolled off to the side and lay next to her, softly scooting as close as he could and taking her hand in his.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said after a minute of stunned silence.

“Mm,” Regina remarked, focusing on his fingers holding hers.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, wondering that her lack of words might have meant something entirely different. He propped himself up on one elbow so that he could look at her.

“Oh I was just thinking about how I got you to beg for it,” she said smiling up at him.

“You wear those boots more often and I just might be begging for it all the time,” he said grinning. She laughed slightly and crossed her legs. He thought a moment. They had to talk at some time about what was going on between them.

“Regina?” he said looking at her.

“Yeah?”

“About tonight, and last night, and well the night before,” he said and she laughed a bit.

“I guess we’ve done it just a little huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. But what I wanted to say, I mean, we’ve,” she cut him off.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, okay?”

“No, what I wanted to say was,” but again she cut him off.

“I’m just gonna take a shower okay?” she said sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She unzipped the boots and slipped them off and picked up the rest of her clothes before disappearing into the bathroom.

He fought the urge to go in after her, thoughts of what had gone on in his bed only minutes ago replaying in his mind. He got out of bed, found his boxers and slipped them on. He went back to the bed and crawled in, sitting up against the headboard to wait for her.

Regina emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, fully dressed and looked over at the bed. Eminem was asleep, sitting up against the headboard, he’d obviously been waiting for her. She smiled at how good he looked when he slept and went over to the nightstand. She quietly pulled out a piece of stationary that was customarily left in the drawers and wrote on it, “Thanks Superman.” She left it in his lap and quickly exited the bedroom, grabbing her things and taking the elevator down before he heard her.