Chapter 50: Rock Stars Rock Your World--RADIO EDIT

Okay, here's the deal: This is the Radio Edit of Trace and Kat's first time together. Censored. Short and sweet for those readers not into the juicy details. If you want the ALBUM cut (the full, explicit love scene) you have to go to the companion work, called SOUNDCRUSH EXPLICIT and find the chapter EPIC Chapter 50: Rock Stars Rock Your World--Explicit. (It's already published, you can find it on my page kcfarrah)

Honestly, if you are going to read the explicit cut, just scroll on through this, hit the star button please, and head on over to Soundcrush Explicit because this version is so highly edited, you are just getting the spoilers.

Having said that, if you like it sweet, not sexy, this is for you:

Kat

No sooner are we in the front door, than Trace easily hoists me up, wrapping my legs firmly around his waist. I gasp a little, surprised at his strength. He tilts his chin up, lunging for my lips. I give them freely. Our mouths are warring with each other, both claiming victory.

I'm vaguely aware of a bright airy two-story foyer and a spiraling staircase wrapped in iron railing, but Trace doesn't go up. He strides through the dining room which is all matching gray pieces and modern glass table, and veers to the left past a kitchen. I glimpse grayed walnut cabinetry, light marble counters and a round kitchen table with chairs upholstered in black and white chevron. Beyond that I see into the great room, and the famous couch where Trace and Ashlynn fell asleep.

It's purple. I didn't expect that. Actually seeing it doesn't wound me like it though it would. It's just a couch. Looks pretty comfortable. Goes really well with all the grayed wood furniture and dark walnut floors.

"Nice...house..." I mumble around his tongue.

"Decorator," he pants back.

We are in his master suite now. It's not like I pictured it, but it suits a rock star. Dark gray walls with some kind of treatment that makes them look veined with platinum. Crystalline light structures mimicing coral span from floor to ceiling on either side of the bed. Dark tiled floor, but my feet have yet to touch it, because Trace is still wearing me. In front of the wall of windows that overlook his pool and massive patio, there are some expensive minimal chairs and table.

Trace's attention is on me, but my attention is on the bed. If I'm only going to see it once, I want to remember the bed in which I give my virginity to the boy I have always loved.

Dark leather headboard. Grey pillows and a giantfur throw scattered across it. But the coverlet is the brightest, fluffiest, whitest bed covering I've ever seen.

I'll never forget anything that happened that afternoon, but these are the things that make up my most pleasant daydreams about my first time:

— I've never seen him look more focused. I move forward to undo his pants, but he moves more swiftly, picking me up again—this time bridal style, and laying me gently on the bed. I prop on my elbows, watching him as unties my espadrilles and drops them to the floor. He strips his belt away and peels off his jeans.

Oh holy hell. No underwear. Every naked inch of my rock star is gorgeous.

—I open my legs easily to him, loving how intimate this feels, face to face with him, and him all over me and primed to be inside me, too.

"Kat, look at me," I meet his gaze. His eyes are full of everything. "I don't know what to say, because I love you more than words."

—"Okay?" he asks. I smile. No four syllable words while he's fucking, I note.

"Incredible," I assure him. "No...pain now. You feel...so good...like love." It's true. I always thought "making love" was a dumb expression, but love is flooding me—chemical, physical, spiritual. We are building it between us now. I've never felt anything so powerful or so perfect as the way we feel. I never want it to end.

We love each like this for a long time, just moving together, feeling together in the quiet, our hearts pounding, mouths meeting, our hands lavishing loving touches, our sex joined, building ecstasy.

—I can only see his soul--his thin strips of gray iris shining like coronas around his beautiful dark depths of love.

Awwww, Kat and Trace are so in love.