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On the ride to Paul's home, they sat cuddled together on the back seat, simply listening to the music. Steadily her hand crept up his thigh. They were relaxing considerably, and Paul slowly picked up the strands of her hair and ran them through his fingers. Reaching over she did much the same, twisting strands of his curls around her fingers and stroking them.

"You have more hair then I do," she whispered. "And it's addictive... I can't stop touching it..."

"Yours is so soft too baby," Paul commented.

"I can hardly wait to get out of this traffic," she laughed.

"If it doesn't move soon, I'll do some moving of my own..." he teased.

"Now I wouldn't mind that at all," she winked. The remains of plastic salad containers rested on the floor near the bar, bearing witness to the refresher food Chris had brought them. Crisp Cesar salad made with spinach greens, grilled chicken, and slices of tangerine had taken the edge off their hunger. It was funny how they were riding along in a plush comfortable limo, and they were both dressed as casually as students were at her graduate school.

"The house is all ready and set up. Man I can't believe how good it feels to be home again, instead of living in those hotels and trailers... I tell you a hotel isn't a rock and roll star's dream, home is... where he has all his stuff..."

"You had sent me pictures of the construction," she said. "And the completed place.... It looks very comfortable..."

"Not quite like the villa, but it's a good size, and it's my own place. I don't need a museum like Gene does... but a few places for my guitars and other collections don't' hurt..."

"Like your wines?"

"I've got a really nice one chilling for us now," he said. Chris pulled the limousine up to a wrought iron gate, much as she remembered from his apartment complex. Leaning out the limo window, he punched in the code, and the gate swung open. Trynia had remembered his old home had been in a gated community, this one was no different.

"It's a new suburb," Paul explained. "Some of the guys from the hot new bands are building their houses here. The guys from Linkin Park are building a vacation pad up the street, and there are other musicians and actors here and there. You never know quite who to expect... why if I dropped a brick in the street it'd run in front of an actor, a screenwriter, or a rock star...."

"Like that old New York City joke... if you drop a brick you'd hit an actor, an agent, or a producer?" she chuckled.

"Or a waiter," Paul laughed back. It was five more minutes until they pulled up before a long driveway, lined with trees, and a front gate. Chris pulled the limo up the way, stopping right before a Mercedes and a Porsch parked just before the garage. She recognized his two cars, and felt her pulse quicken again. Especially when she saw hundreds of white icicle lights and tiny bulbs festooning the bushes and front windows. They were simple, and elegant, like the single candles in each window, giving a golden and inviting glow.

"Oh my word, the decorations," she gasped.

"You like?" he asked, as Chris opened the door and Paul got out first. Taking her hand, he pulled her gently to her feet. He led her along the pathway to the front porch, amidst the rose bushes and rhododendrons.

"It's fabulous," she inhaled, taking it all in.

"Hey Chris, thanks. I think I can take it from here..."

"Everything's ready," he said.

"Great, thanks," Paul nodded. "You have a great Christmas man. Now get outta here and have a merry one.."

"Happy holidays to you too," he nodded. "Keep him out of trouble, Trynia..."

"I'll see what I can do," she winked. Paul eagerly led her to the front door, and unlocked it.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," he smiled, opening the door for her. She stepped in; her ears and brain registering the fact he had said 'welcome home' instead of 'welcome to my home'. Into a stylish entry, she stepped, hardwood floors peeking out from under the scarlet Italian rug. She saw steps leading up, and the room to her right opened into what appeared to be a sitting room, and a generous hallway.

"C'mon in, and make yourself comfortable..." he smiled. "Chris already put your things up in the bedroom, and I'll give you a proper tour a little later. But right now, have a seat and just relax..."

"Aww Paul you didn't," she gasped, glancing at a cluster of twinkling lights in one corner. He had a large fireplace, decorated with blue and assorted tiles. Over the mantelpiece, she saw an ornate brass menorah, with all candles lit, and silvery garlands mingled with blue. However, to the left in the far corner of the parlor she noticed the Christmas tree, festooned with sliver, red, blue and gold lights. They peeked out from the heart of the live tree, dripping with tinsel and gold garlands. Silver, blue, and other assorted balls were positioned amidst candy canes, gingerbread ornaments, and red bows tied to branches. The whole tree had the feel of the best Macys display quality to it.

"I figured you'd enjoy a taste of home for the holidays," he whispered. "Since I'm being a bad boy and keeping you away from your family..."

"We did celebrate the fourth Sunday in Advent together," she reminded him.

"Advent... that's the first four Sundays before Christmas, right?" he asked. "With a wreath... and you light a candle each Sunday till Christmas Eve..."

"Yes, that's right..."

"Peter told me the basics," he admitted. "He said how important it was to the Catholics..."

"It's really sweet of you, putting up a tree and all just for me..." she blushed.

"I couldn't let you feel left out. Besides, Gene and Terri have one up in their place, if you can believe it..."

"If Gene wears a Santa hat onstage... I'll believe it!" she laughed.

"It's also a Chanukah bush," he grinned, showing her some of the other ornaments hidden at places on the tree. "But that's what I'd tell mom... when she looks at the holiday pictures..."

"Moms can be so picky," she giggled. "Especially my mom. But considering that she and my dad are having my brothers Steve and Joseph, and my sister Sarah over... well I think that appeases the need to visit."

"Didn't you say Joe was spending his holiday... his Christmas with his new girlfriend's family, in Brooklyn?"

"Yes, "she nodded, with a laugh. "My parents love Victoria, his fiancée. I think they're glad he's actually found someone at his age..."

"Let me guess, your mom wants a lot of grandkids?"

"Yes, and when Steve had daughter number three, that's kid number four, she was elated! But I don't think I could handle four," she laughed. "Two or one maybe..."

"And Sarah... she has three sons?"

"Yes, good memory! WE tease her all the time about my three sons..."

"Well I'm going to have to make extra special sure their little girl has a wonderful time... which makes me wonder... I know this is a silly question and all, but your name is so unique compared to your siblings..."

"Trynia's a nickname from childhood. Actually it's a condensing of my full confirmation name Patricia Noel," she blushed. "Patricia after my father's mother, and it's a female version of Peter...."

"Creative..."

"All my brothers could say of my name was "Trish" but my mom hated the name Trish. And she thought Pat or Patty was too common. So she came up with Trynia... which combined letters from my first and middle names..."

"No worse then my name," he smiled.

"Stanley Harvey Eisen?" she winked. "Actually it's cute..."

"You're too kind," Paul cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. "But did you get teased in school?"

"A little, especially with the glasses. But thank God I went to private school where I didn't have to worry about latest styles, but I was brutalized and teased by the older girls... I have pictures somewhere... we can take them out and have a good laugh..."

"I can't wait to see them sometime. But why don't I get us a drink and build up the fire, and we can just talk... catch up..."

"I hope talking's not the only thing we do," she said in a low voice.

"It all depends on if you're going to be a good girl, and let me spoil you good and proper," he teased back. "Now sit down, relax, and let the night unfold..."

Paul returned later after retrieving the bottle of wine he had set to chill in the fridge. He found Trynia peering at the ornate menorah and several pictures on the mantelpiece he had set there.

"You like?"

"It's lovely, is this something you celebrate every year?"

"Chanukah? Well depends on where I am... it's more of a historical holiday baby, then a religious one."

"In honor of Judas Maccabeas... who led a revolution in years past... but they only had enough oil for one night after they took the temple back... and the oil lasted seven days..."

"Well, I'm impressed," Paul laughed, taking her hand and leading her over to sit on the sofa opposite the fire he'd built.

"I never remember useful things," she laughed.

"You're like Gene then," Paul teased. He tugged the stopper out of the bottle sitting on the coffee table with the corkscrew. It took little effort, and he deftly poured two goblets of a deep red wine.

"Lovely," she murmured, when he handed one to her, and lifted the other to just before his nose.

"It's the sort of wine you experience... take a minute and breathe in the bouquet. That's one of the trademarks of a fine wine... not just the taste..." he told her. "Just the right balance of conditions, aging, and storage..."

"Sounds like a science."

"It is... it's the foreplay of the wine," he teased. "Before you actually take your first small sip..."

"Here you are, talking about wines like a connoisseur and you look like a grad student," she laughed, holding her sides.

"Well, let's have a toast baby..." he smiled, taking her hand. "Here's to close friendships, fine wine, and being together again..."

"Together again," she reiterated, clinking her goblet to his. They each took a slow sip, taking the time to inhale the bouquet first before letting the red liquid slide over their lips. His hand tightened around hers, slowly rubbing her palms with his fingers.

Warmth from the fire seeped into her bared legs, and she stroked her hand up his jeans, pulling his hand clenched around it. Paul set his wine down, and slipped his other arm around her shoulders. He released her other hand, and took the goblet carefully away to set it aside on the coffee table.

"I wonder what time it is," she said slowly.

"Time for a little bit of you and me," he whispered. "You comfortable baby?"

"Much more..." she whispered, slipping her glasses up her face. She traced her lips with her tongue as Paul leaned forwards. Teasingly he ran his tongue over her lips, tasting the wine present. She leaned closer to kiss him, but he backed away a bit, only giving a soft gentle touch that left her aching for more.

"Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" he asked, a mischievous look on his face.

"It's kind of hard to show you when you keep moving away like that..."

"You didn't think I'd make it easy all the time did you?" he laughed.

"No, I didn't," she nodded, meeting his challenge. "I'm surprised you're not tired..."

"I think I'm going to need some help getting to sleep tonight," he cooed. "And I know someone who could give me that help..."

"Which reminds me I have a special something for you that I can't wait to show you..."

"I saw your present that came in the mail baby, and I can't wait to see what it is..."

"Not yet. You can't open that till Christmas," she shook her finger when he pointed to the wrapped slab he'd tucked by the tree. But this one's an early Birthday present..."

"Hmmm what could it be?" Paul mused, tapping his chin.

"I have it hidden in my luggage. But you have to wait down here... and figure out what it is..." she smiled. "Till I tell you it's okay to look. Now close your eyes..."

"I like this already," Paul grinned, settling down on the sofa. Eagerly Trynia rushed upstairs to the master bedroom. She took a quick self guided tour of the upstairs, admiring the mahogany furnishings. There was his personal study, and two or three guest bedrooms. The others she would wait for him to show her in his own time. What she wanted was in the large expansive master bedroom. Seeing the familiar four posted king sized bed still took her breath away, especially when she saw all the pieces of furniture that matched it. Three dressers, a makeup table, and a desk and chair all were carved out of solid black mahogany. Several suitcases were neatly stacked near the huge walk in closet. She took a moment to wander inside and see his clothing hanging tidily in assorted spaces in the long corridor, at least ten feet by five. Turning around she lifted up one case and set it on the bed. Out of it she pulled her surprise, and stood before the full-length mahogany framed mirror to one side near the bathroom's entrance. Glancing in she saw the Jacuzzi next to the shower, all in rose marble with brass fittings. It fit the theme of the home, soft carpet yielding to smooth white tile.

Paul heard soft footsteps on the floor above, and resisted the urge to peek. It had been close to thirty minutes, and he glanced at the brass mantle clock. It was almost one AM now.

"All right, you can look now," Trynia's voice announced, softly.

Paul opened his eyes and saw the shadow silhouetted at the top of the stairs. On three-inch spike heels she carefully strode down, the soft contours of her body encased in dark purple. When she was halfway down the stairs he felt his pulse quicken at the long black tights and brief lacey skirt that merged into a tight bustier. The front was laced up, with lacey straps, the locket he gave her gleaming at her throat. She had taken her glasses off, her soft brown eyes undistorted by anything now. Pale skin, though olive like his own, looked almost creamy white in contrast to the dark silk. Soft feathers puffed from the long silk gloves that ran from wrist to the middle of her arms, matching a feather boa draped around her bared shoulders.

"You like?" she asked, stepping off the bottom stair, and striding up to him. The high-heeled stiletto boots came to her knees, and made her ankles look slender. They gave the extra length to her legs that put her perhaps closer to the height of other women he would usually date. Silver stars were sewn to the skirt and bustier, and he realized it was a female version of his ALIVE costume, even down to the feather gloves just like his.

"Whoa! Now that's a surprise," he breathed. Still a size 18, but a very toned and shapely size 18, her smooth curves visible and flatteringly sculpted by the play outfit she sported. He'd not realized she'd take such initiative, and he saw the shyness she tried to hide as she twirled the boa and slowly turned so he could see from all angles.

"Well you've been shaking that million dollar ass for two months, Mr. Stanley, it's time I return the compliment..."

"Baby I love you," he laughed, licking his lips in anticipation. Slowly he rose from the sofa, eyes riveted to her with a sparkle of hot sexy desire.

"Do you?" she asked, shy hopefulness sparkling in her own eyes, as dark as his.

"You bet. This is the perfect thing for a tired rock and roll star to come home to," he nodded, licking his finger and lightly stroking it down her arm. "Come to papa you sexy thing ..."

"Just a minute, Mr. Stanley." she cautioned, pushing him lightly back with one gloved hand. "This is the eye candy portion of the gift. Look, watch, and drool... but no touching... yet..."

She held up a silver CD, and strode over to his Boze entertainment center. Pushing the button with her gloved finger, she popped out the tray and inserted the CD.

"Sounds like my type of entertainment," he laughed. "So... what next... Lady Starchild?"

"You sit down, and relax. You've spoiled me, and now it's my turn..." she told him. He heard the song Uh all Night click on, and raised an eyebrow in interest as she began to dance for him. Hips swaying, body moving to the song with relative ease, she twirled the feather boa and raised it above her head. Her shapely ass moved under the gauze skirt, feet moving with relative ease on her spiked heels. The steps ere not quite what he'd seen in strip clubs, but were more modern dance mingled with aerobic. She swayed closer to him, hands slipping down her hips. To his surprise and delight the skirt detached and flew free, landing in his lap. He saw the lace underwear; the stockings were thigh high but not garter, with a lacey texture. The bustier was next, revealing a black lace bra, and her smoothly toned stomach. She still had a generous curve, but the toned thighs and bust made his temperature rise.

Rising from the sofa, he began to mimic her movement, dancing teasingly close to her. She tossed the boa around his neck and slowly drew him to her. Before he could bend down for a kiss, she twirled out of his arms, leading him toward the stairs.

Paul followed her up when she beckoned with one finger, smiling all the way. He definitely was enjoying this so far!

From downstairs, he heard the song Love Gun pop on, and smiled. She shook her hips at him, and beckoned him into the bedroom. Leaping on the large puffy bedspread, she rolled over. Paul threw himself after her, rolling over to lightly grab her and pin her under him. Slowly he swung his leg over her hip and snared her there between his thighs, stroking his hands through her hair.

"I love this outfit..." he laughed, leaning over to kiss her. "And I definitely love you... Lady Starchild..."

"Mmm, I'm glad of that indeed..."

Reaching up she ran a finger along his ribs, and he chuckled again. All up and down his sides and inner thighs she began to run her hands, finding his sensitive places. Paul began to laugh, ticking her back. She flicked her hips, unseating him and rolling on top of him until he was under her.

"Getting tired yet?" she asked.

"Mmm, not in the least," he said. "I think somebody's gonna have to work HARDER to make this person sleepy..."

"Uh huh," she laughed, and climbed off him. "Why don't you take a nice relaxing soak in this new Jacuzzi you conveniently forgot to tell me about..."

"It was a surprise," he winked, striding up to where she stood. She slipped past his grasp again, leaning over light several small candles. They were the small ones in glasses he recalled getting for Passover, but they did very well as votive lights. With interest, he noticed she had already had the water running, soft bath salts foaming already in the moving jets.

"Most people take off their clothes before a soak, don't they?" he laughed.

One by one she peeled off the feather gloves, fingers first then tugging them lazily down each arm. Eyes locked into his longing gaze, and Paul suddenly felt his pants becoming very tight indeed. He tugged at the strap of his overalls, and then waited to see what she would do.

"Let me," she whispered. "Don't lift a finger. I'm spoiling you, remember?"

"So you can touch me, but I can't touch you?" he joked, leaving his hands at his side while she unfastened the clasps of his overalls. Reaching up she unfastened the blue bandanna holding his hair back, and let it fall to the floor. Slowly she pushed his clothes down his hips, dragging her hands along the outer surface of his thighs as she did so. Leaning down she untied his sneakers, and bade him step out of them. Soon he was completely free to the hot steam rising up to caress his bared skin.

"Why don't you get in, the water's fine?" she suggested. Turning, he stepped into the foaming surge, sitting down in hot rushing water.

"Come in and see for yourself," he teased back. Trynia leaned down to unlace her boots, and tugged them off. She slowly peeled off her stockings, and tossed them with his clothes. However, she kept her bra and panties on, moving behind him to sit just behind him on the edge of the tub. Her legs bracketed his arms; fingers moving down to rub his shoulders.

"You poor baby, playing so hard all day. Let me work out the kinks..."

"Sounds awesome," Paul groaned, and tilted his head back to glance up at her. "But that's not the only part of me that's aching..."

She worked for a time on his shoulders, and slowly traced a natural sponge over his chest with teasing strokes. He loved the feel of her fingers on his skin, the feel of her hands rubbing and massaging over his hairy chest and down his arms. Then she got up, moving into view as she urged him to raise his feet up and out of the tub and lay them on her lap while she sat on the edge opposite him. Between her hands she rubbed his toes, then kneaded the arch of each feet. Certain pressures she applied to spots on the soles and heels with a firm hand.

"Why don't you come on in here and keep me company, sweetheart?" he cooed. "The water's fine..."

"I'm not done yet..." she smiled.

"Then why don' you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, instead?"

"I'm just loving this... spoiling you," she smiled, the shyness returning temporarily. "I never thought I would have the nerve to dance like that..."

"I'm glad you did. That was the best present I've had in ages..."

"No doubt your other women pleased you so," she nodded, and Paul saw the strange look in her eyes.

"Hey, what I would really like right now is for you to take off the rest of that wrapping and come on in here with me..." he whispered, pulling his legs out of her grasp. He slid over to her, gently stroking her thighs and pulling her down in with a sudden tug that made her gasp. Underwear and all she slid under the water, into his arms.

"Paul, you rotten sneak," she cried, straitening up as he laughed and pulled her close. "You broke the rules..."

"Rules were made to be broken," Paul purred. "And now it's my turn to tease you..."

She shrieked as his hands ticked over her and pulled off her underwear. He lay the soaked lace garments to the side, and pulled her to sit on his lap, just before him. Over her breasts, he slid his hands, gently massaging and working down to her belly, then moving teasingly down her thighs.

"Ohhh this is not fair..." she groaned.

"I know it... and it's all your fault getting me hot and bothered like that..." Paul hummed, kissing her ear softly while he traced the inner curves with his supple tongue.

"I loved it," she smiled. "But you had to go and spoil it..."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, blowing in her ear. "Can you forgive me?"

"I can't stay mad at you," she laughed, and relaxed in his arms.

"Thank you for the fantasy sweetheart. I'm impressed. Now I wanna know something right now..."

"What?" she asked.

"What's your secret fantasy?"

"This is one of them... in a hot tub, alone, with a very sexy man," she whispered, and turned around to straddle him. She positioned herself just out of reach of his manhood, rubbing down his back as he rubbed down hers.

"Mmmhmm, that's awful nice, isn't it? Convenient. But are there any other things you've died to try... but never done..."

"I... have to admit my mind escapes me," she whispered. "I'm' not always good at thinking up anything beyond what you've seen... I'm sure... that perhaps your other women have..."

"Aww now what's this talk about my other women?" he asked, catching hold of her chin in his hand. "When we were going along so nicely?"

"I'm afraid I won't measure up sometimes..." she whispered, lowering her eyes for a moment. "That I'm not up to snuff with the other girlfriends you have had..."

"Well, let me tell you, there's only two people in this hottub now baby. Remember what Gene says about living in the present, not the past..."

"True... but what makes me different Paul? I hate to ask..."

"Hey, I did ask you to tell me what was going on in that pretty head of yours, so it's my fault," he chuckled. "And I don't want you to think you have to be anybody but yourself with me..."

"I want to make you happy..."

"That's my job too, but you don't have to perform or impress me. You already do, by being who you are. So far, I love what I've seen, and I can't wait to see more. Now... what do you wanna do right now?"

"Make wild passionate sex to you... for a long time..." she whispered.

"Mmmhmmm, good answer," Paul whispered, as she moved forwards and traced her lips over his. He teased her under the water with his excited stiffness, making her gasp deliciously as he massaged her shoulders and back.

"I think it's time I tried wearing you out a little," she laughed, and teased him back, rubbing his hands. She slid his fingers into her mouth and gently ran her tongue over them. Paul kissed her arm and purred at the erotic bolt shooting through his body under hers.

She gasped when he thrust into her, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly to him. Under the water, he shifted his hips, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he kissed her deeply. Squeezing, massaging hands gripped and rubbed the tension out of her back with precision that she had use don him moments before. Her heart pounded as he pounded up into her, and ran his tongue down her neck to nibble on her chest. Quickly he worked her to her first climax, and she swooned against him in the hot water.

"Oh god Paul, that's intense all right..." she gasped. He stopped so she could catch her breath, and she slowly rocked her hips.

"That's perfect baby," he purred. She kissed his hands, taking his fingers into her mouth and sucking on them gently. Already he was working her to a second orgasm, and it was only the beginning. The force of her mounting tension took her breath away, and she gasped once more.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes... it's just that I'm suddenly feeling dizzy... lightheaded," Trynia panted, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Why don't we get out? It's awful hot in here, if you know what I mean," he teased, reluctantly slipping out of her. He knew that it might be risky to continue their activity in such hot temperatures, because he didn't' want her passing out on him.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm sorry to say I don't deal with really hot situations well..."

He helped her out and tenderly wrapped a towel around her. He girded one around his own waist, his excitement still very visible.

"Sure could have fooled me! You handled yourself great baby," he cooed, pulling her to his moist body with a soft kiss. Through the towel hitched around her, he gripped her, and she reached down to squeeze his buttocks through his own towel.

"My plan's backfiring," she groaned, when he kissed her again, rubbing himself against her eagerly as their endless embrace took them into his bedroom.

"No way. It's working perfectly..." Paul panted, and leaned down to pick her up in his arms. "I'm going to make slow, passionate love to you AAAAALLLLLL night long..."

"Good grief, I wonder if I could keep up with you," she gasped.

"We've got two weeks for you to build up your endurance baby," he chuckled as he lay her down on the bed tenderly. He peeled the covers aside, and lay down on top of her, pulling them around him. Eagerly he slid inside her, pulling her legs on either side of his hips. She groaned as he began to slowly work her to a fast furious orgasm again.

"Paul... I don't know if I can..." she whispered, tears at the sweet warmth that slammed into her.

"Baby, look at me. If you want me to stop at any time, I will. I don't want to hurt you... and I want you to enjoy this as much as I am now..."

"How do you do it? Can someone really go all night?" Trynia asked. "I know Gene can, and I've heard that... you men of KISS tend to... well..."

"Not to sound stuck up or anything, but I can and I have," he whispered. "And I know you can too."

"You have a lot of faith in me that I seem to lack," she sighed.

"I'll let you in on a little secret baby. There's always catnaps you can take between times... so just let me know if you need a breather..."

"You really are... going to..." she asked, feeling his eager fingers kneading her breasts like a guitar solo on his Washburn.

"Uh huh," he smiled mischievously.

"Oh man," she whimpered, as he began to push harder into her. Instinctively she gritted her teeth with the waves of massive pleasure as he nibbled her neck, collarbone and traced a path of hot breathing licks down between her breasts.

"Relax baby, don't fight me," Paul urged, halting his assault of pleasure. "Shh easy now... trust me okay?"

"I'm sorry I can't help it... you're making me feel so much I cannot contain myself... it's so incredible..."

"Why don't we slow it down a little bit..." Paul suggested. "Let yourself go baby... fall into it... and let this Star Child do some of the hard work..."

"Sounds perfect to me," she sighed, relaxing as his hands stroked over her belly slowly, rubbing the tension from her as he let her slowly ease the tension from her body. He locked her gaze into his, pointing to his face as he indicated she should focus on him.

"Right here, right now baby... you're a legend tonight, and so am I. And this man's gonna give you all the good loving you deserve..."

Sighing again, she let her body relax, the sensitive tingling aching from his substantial size within. Slowly she raised her legs, and Paul smiled as she rested her ankles on his shoulders as he had taught her to do in one of their previous sessions. He pushed a pillow under her neck so she was comfortable, and she braced herself on her hands as he traced his hair over her chest teasingly.

Paul rocked slowly at first, even strokes in and out. Decadently and torturously, he worked her to the previous Transition State between paradise and bliss. It was deceptive because she realized with each push Paul was pistoning harder and harder into her, while still retaining the slow tempo that drove her wild.

"Are you all right?" he painted, sweat dropping from his forehead. Trynia let out her first climax in a loud cry of affirmation.

"Yes Paul! Give it to me, give it all to me," she nodded, breathless as he continued the forward motion towards another climax. The kid gloves were off now she realized, as desire darkened Paul's mahogany eyes and he began to quicken his pace. Rolling her head back and forth she rose her hips to move in unison, twisting in enormous desire that tensed one moment and released her body. She shivered under him, and Paul stopped for a moment, reaching down to hold her close as she screamed her second mind shattering orgasm.

"C'mon up here baby," he whispered, taking her legs and lowering them. Still inside of her he grasped her hands and pulled her up to sit on his lap. She buried her tongue eagerly between his lips, ravishing his tongue with her own to taste the wine still moist upon it. Reaching up under his arms she pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and rocking her hips. Hard and unyielding as she was soft and pliable, she savored his manhood buried deep inside of her. Fingers dug into his shoulder blades, grasping the muscles there between her strong small fingers. Through their merged mouths, Paul groaned as she brought him to the verge with soft feather touches next along his back and sides.

"Whoo, you naughty girl!" Paul scolded her, breaking his kiss with her. "Just for that it's gonna be hard and fast..."

Trynia laughed, and suddenly gasped as he thrust savagely up into her. Pushing her back down on the bed, he began to pump harder and harder, working her breathless to a fourth climax that she desperately tried to hold off. Along his manhood, she clenched, rocking her hips and reaching up to grasp his thighs and tickle along the sides lightly. It drove Paul insane.

No longer could he hold back. Throwing back his head he let out a loud cry and squeezed shut his eyes in the rush of pure pleasure that had been building and held carefully in check for an eternity. Frantic thrusts stopped for the endless moment as his heart pounded in synch with hers, and they actually merged into one organism in a single shared heartbeat. All the strength surged from his body to hers, dashing him hard and fast into the full bodied orgasm he had not felt for ages. As explosive as his cry his excitement spurted like a sharp shot of molten happiness from him to her.

When they both came to their senses, Paul blinked and rested across her body. She felt soft and warm under his aching body, chest rising and falling in a lulling motion that lured him into a dazed trance. The residuals of shivers quaked them both, night air in the room cool against them.

"I'll be right back," Paul whispered.

"Mm, don't leave yet, "she begged, as he lifted himself off of her. Smiling he slowly rocked his hips. Although he had come to the brink himself, he couldn't resist working her to another pinnacle before they rested. Her cries gladdened him, and he gently pulled out before she became oversensitized. Against her, he curled, kissing her.

"Do you feel good baby?" he asked.

"Incredible... what time is it?"

"Three in the morning baby," he laughed. "Halfway there... are you sleepy?"

"Only a little, but I'm starving!"

"So am I. Wait here and rest a little, catch your breath. I'll just go down and get us a snack... to keep our strength up..."

Kissing her one last time he heaved himself out of the bed and leaned over to grab a pair of boxers to put on. He grabbed his robe and strode down the hall to the stairs.

She hugged herself and laughed, feeling the tingles still creeping all over her body. Rolling over onto her hip she peered at the soft light coming from the bathroom, and stretched lazily to take a rest. Light gleamed off a brass frame, and she reached forward to grasp the object. She switched the light on, and realized it was a picture of her, in a charming brass frame.

"Aww, Paul," she sighed, noticing it was a very nice picture of her, that she had never seen before. From Gene's book signing and promotional party it was, judging by the purple dress and black tights.

"Okay baby, we've got some refreshment," Paul's voice echoed while he strode down the hall. He entered, carrying a tray of various foods, and the bottle of wine with the two goblets. Setting the tray on the bed, he lay down next to her and nudged her.

"Paul, where did you get this picture of me?" she asked, holding the picture of her as she turned over.

"Terri said I was getting so damn mopey that she had the print made. She had a few in her album, and thought it would make it easier for me... on the road..."

"You took my picture with you on the road?"

"Uh huh," Paul smiled, and reached for the tray at his side. "Are you hungry? I brought some bananas, grapes, a few oranges... some quick energy foods...."

"You are too much, sometimes," she laughed, as he popped a grape into her open mouth.

"Too much what?" he asked.

"Too sexy, too nice, and too incredibly sweet," she said, setting her picture back where she found it. Paul chuckled, and held up the cluster of grapes. Pulling them off one by one, he began to feed her.

"Keep going," Paul urged. She seized the banana and peeled it, breaking off pieces to offer to him. Smiling, he opened his mouth and she slipped the piece in, caching her fingers on his lips that licked them clean.

"You taste nice," he chuckled.

"Hmm," she smiled, and took the rest of the banana. She smashed it between her hands, and started to rub it on his chest. He wondered what she was doing, but answered his own question when she began to lick it off.

"Oh is that the game?" he raised a dark eyebrow. She unbelted his robe, and pushed the halves aside. He reached over and took a goblet, and the bottle of wine to pour another glass. Taking a sip first he then handed it to her, and bid her take a drink. They fed each other for a while, until all the fruit was consumed.

"Thank you," she said, licking a bit of fruit juice off his cheek. Paul kissed her softly, and then pulled away to move the tray out of the way.

"You're welcome. Feel refreshed?"

"Oh yes..."

"Good," he nodded. "Ready for more?"

"More what?" she joked. Paul tugged off his boxer shorts and slid into bed next to her.

"More you and me," he urged, lying on top of her as he kissed her chest and neck sensually. Threading arms around his neck she buried her lips in his and guided him into her waiting depths.

The ringing phone shook her out of a sound sleep, and she jolted, realizing that she had desperately tried to stay awake all night. Paul had moved between her legs, gently kissing a path to her belly and beyond. "Hey there, sleepyhead...."

"I'm sorry... was I asleep long?"

"Just a few minutes. Hey, you earned it baby... I rested a little too. Gotta pace ourselves you know..."

"Aren't you going to get that?" she asked him as the telephone continued to ring.

"Nope. Not when I have more important things to do with my time," he chuckled. Smiling, she lay back and spread her legs, opening herself to him once more. He slipped inside, rolling her over on the bed until she was on top.

Trynia rolled her hips, rocking at a lazy pace as Paul thrust upward. She massaged his chest, rubbing the strawberry gel over his fine muscles. Leaning over she began to lick it up, teasing each of his nipples in turn. Stopping, he groaned at the shivers creeping over his skin.

Gazing to the window, she noticed a dull glow creeping into the room. It must be close to six am.

"Paul," she whispered. "It's dawn..."

"Hmm," he smiled, and stopped his thrusting. "I've got an idea... want to take this onto the porch? Make love in the rising sun?"

"Uhhhmmmm, I feel just as comfortable right here," she said. "If you don't mind..."

"I'm glad, and besides, there is plenty of time for that later..." Paul nodded, rolling her over so he was on top again.

Again the telephone rang, and Paul snorted with frustration. He stopped his thrusting and Trynia burst out laughing. Paul couldn't resist joining in when he saw the look on her face, and she said, "Maybe you should get it..."

"I'm almost afraid to," Paul said with amusement on his face. Leaning over he picked up the telephone, and answered it.

"Hey Stanley, you awake?"

"Would I be if I was on the phone, you smart ass?" Paul asked, irritated. "And what are you doing up at this time, Gene?"

"What's the matter Paul, you sound out of breath..." Gene teased. "I mean you and the lady took off pretty quickly last night..."

"As if you have to ask?" Paul said.

"Just a little taste of your own medicine," Gene laughed. "Considering how many times you've called me when I was into it..."

"I can guess who that is," Trynia said, glancing up at Paul with amusement.

"Yeah," Paul shook his head.

"Tell him to get a life and get laid like the rest of us up at this time..." Trynia said distinctly. "After all, isn't that the reason he's still up?"

"What was that?" Gene asked Paul over the phone. "Did Lady Starchild say something..."

"She said for you to get a life, and to get laid, because why the hell else would you be up at this hour?" Paul said very distinctly over the phone.

"Haha, how well she knows me," Gene laughed back. "Carry on Stanley!"

"As if I needed your damn permission, jeez!" Paul laughed. "Get the hell off the phone and let me get on with it ok?"

"Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do..." Gene joked back.

"In your dreams man," Paul shot back.

"Does he always call you when you're in the middle of having sex?" she asked, trying to stifle her laughter. Under him, she quaked deliciously.

"I'll tell you later. It's a running joke he can't leave alone..." Paul shook his head. "Ever since I called him in the middle of sex he has this habit of prank calling me whenever he knows I have a girl with me..."

"Don't you two ever get bored with tormenting each other?"

"Nope, I guess that's part of what makes us tick," he said.

"You guys are worse then brothers, I swear!" Trynia howled, completely cracking up with mirth.

"Well just for that guess who's coming over for new years day?" Paul scolded her.

"Are you quite done making an ass of yourself?" Terri asked as Gene held his sides laughing. He had just hung up the telephone, sitting up in his own extensive bed in the early morning.

"Yes sweetheart I promise," he apologized.

"I don't know what's worse, having to put up with you or put up with you busting Paul's chops!" she complained.

"Well there is a thing called revenge, and I figured since he's so hot and heavy with Lady Starchild I couldn't resist!"

"And you said I should get over it," she said, thumping Gene on his arm.

"That's different. This is tormenting a friend, not holding a grudge," he explained.

"Oh yeah that justifies interrupting your best friend's sleep just to get your kicks?" she asked.

"It was begging to happen," Gene said, trying to look innocent, but failing miserably. "Besides what makes you think he was asleep?"

"Don't even go there," she rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Paul deserved it, considering how about a year ago, more then a year ago he interrupted something very promising that you and I were doing..."

"I guess Eric Carr would be proud of you, you damn comedian," she began to laugh. "I can just imagine him busting a gut laughing at the look on Paul's face when you called him just now..."

"That's the point," Gene nodded. "Gotta shake the Star Child up now and again... it's the nature of my beast..."

"Well now that you're inordinately pleased with yourself, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure anything doll..." he whispered, leaning close to her.

"Shut up and show me the nature of your beast..." she whispered back.

"I like the sound of that," he growled, pulling her under the red satin sheets.