She's My Sleeping Pill

They gave their well-wished to him, greeting him, praying for him and Cayenne to live longer and to have more time with each other. The joyous party was something he missed for several years and he couldn't thank Cayenne enough for the miracle she brought in his life.

"Ayen, thank you." Stefan muttered and kissed the top of her head. The two of them were standing at the terrace of their home, watching the brilliant sparkles of stars that glitters the night sky. Stefan was hugging her from the back as she leaned her head on his chest.? "I'm so happy to day."

"I'm glad that you are." Cayenne linked their hands together and wrapped them around her waist, holding him really close to her. "The past can't be change but we can change our future. I'm not asking you to forget what happened to Alexander but I'm hoping that you live your life to the fullest."

"With you. I will live my life to the fullest with you." Stefan replied and nuzzled the side of her neck. A shameless idea appeared in his mind and he suddenly nipped her neck which made Cayenne yelp in pain.

"What are you doing? We still have lots of guests."

"They won't see."

"They will."

"So, if they won't, it's fine?" Cayenne took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. He really knows how to trap her with words and well, she's willing to be trapped by him. "I'll take your silence as a yes." Stefan pulled her to a partition which block everyone from seeing them but the distance was more than enough for Stefan to hear if someone's coming out. He held her hands over her head and pressed her lips on her. She lost count the number of times he kissed her today but she loves his kisses so, she never complained at all.

Stefan let go of her hands, letting them fall to her side and he caught her long hair instead, feeling that long silk of threads bunched in his fist. He was lost in the warm taste of her mouth. He was surrounded by her, the essence of who she was in his life, the miracle, the angel who came to save him when he was in great despair. With her, his life was surrounded with vivid colors of joy and life. They may have gone through a lot of hardships but Cayenne didn't change at all. She remained the light of his life.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, returning his kisses without hesitation. There was nothing gentle at all in his kiss. He devoured her, feeling their combined hunger like a tidal wave. His free hand roamed her body, wanting more of the skin to skin contact, touching her skin – smooth, soft and inviting.

"Stefan." Cayenne whispered when he stopped kissing her. There was love in her eyes and an equal intensity of desire. She lusted for him and that made him even happier.

"I think we need to escape." Stefan mumbled while fluttering her face with feather-light kisses. "We have a lot of guests inside."

Cayenne frowned and was followed with hearty laughter. "Didn't I tell you that a while ago? It's your fault. You just can't hold yourself."

"I was trying." Stefan replied and picked her up. "I was really trying." He reaffirmed which wasn't convincing at all. Since they couldn't pass through the living room without anyone seeing them, Stefan brought her to the garage instead. No one will be coming in for the next hour or two and that made the place the best spot for love making. "We can try making love in a car now. Let's find out what the experience would be."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Someone might come."

"No one will come. Kyle will be using your car later to send Kath and Clarisse home. And your car is parked outside. As for my cars, no one would really use them without my permission."

"You can't be serious."

"Yes, sweetheart." Stefan shut her up with a kiss and there, no more complaints from her. He chose his van, one that Luiz uses whenever he goes to work. The interior was spacious and there was a sofa bed inside.

Her slender arms circled his neck, her soft breasts pressed tightly to his chest until he felt every breath she took, every beat of her heart. He kissed her until neither could breathe, until it wasn't enough and never would be. He's not really someone that can be easily satisfied with kisses. Every time he kisses her, he would only crave for more. Her skin beckoned, smooth and heated and so soft he nearly groaned aloud at the simple pleasure of touching her.

The heavy erection was constant, painful demand and was impossible to disregard. He kissed his way down her throat and to the edge of her blouse. "I hate it when you're nearing something."

"I can't really go anywhere while naked, can I?"

Both of them smiled and he stroked his palm up her silken, tracing her narrow rib cage, enticing her even as he made her demand. Once more he took possession of her mouth, sinking into the velvet depths, tasting the red wine she drank a while ago – sweet and hot. He removed her clothes one after another, until she was fully exposed in front of him.

Stefan kissed his way to her chest, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth while his hands skimmed her body, leaving trails of dancing flames that burned her. His erection grew thicker and much harder than it had ever been, a painful need mixing with the dark lust building so fast he could barely control. He looked into her eyes that was matching his desire. Her breasts were rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

His hands, with a mind of their own, dropped to her thighs and jerked them apart to give him what he desperately needed. Without waiting for another second, his mouth devoured her. She cried out as he licked, a cat lapping her cream. The pleasure was building like waves gathering into a huge tsunami, a force that could wash away her sanity.

He used his fingers while his mouth remained on her sensitive button, suckling and flicking so that her moans came in gasping sobs. His fingers explored her, touched her sweet spots, teasing her and stretching her a little bit more. When she was ready, he stood over her, rubbing the tip of his shaft against her entrance. Her channel was burning hot, surrounding that first inch, gripping him tightly which made him stay still and throw his head back, his body shuddering in pleasure.

He pushed a little more, driving an inch deeper until he was fully inside her.

"Stefan, it feels different today."

"I don't know my sweet. Maybe because we're inside a car?"

"And not to mention the car that Luiz often use."

"Well, I'll just have to ask someone to clean and disinfect it later on. But now, you have to focus on me." He thrust pulled a little and pushed back more, eliciting a muffled moan from her. Her long hair was everywhere, her breasts rocking with each hard stroke. The sound of their bodies coming together weaved the sensations into a deeper, darker coil.

Cayenne gasped and was shaking her head from side to side. She wanted him to stop, to give her time but at the same time, she wanted him to go on and on, until all she could think of was him. Wave after wave of orgasms tore through her and washed Stefan inside her. Her inner muscles clamped on him like a vise dragging over him and made him release everything in her.

He was panting and so was she. He collapsed on top of her, careful not to put too much weight on her while he cupped her chest. "That was exhilarating."

"For a moment, I thought you were possessed. It really feels different today."

"But you like it." Stefan teased as he gets off of her. "I'll think of something for next time."

"But not in the car again."

"Why not?"

"Cars aren't spacious like our bed. The only one that's comfortable enough is this van and Luiz uses this."

"Then, shall we get a new van?"

"You're impossible." Cayenne retorted with faint laughter. "We better go back inside."

"Cleaning the van and disinfecting it is expensive. So, why don't we make most of our time now?" Stefan pulled her closer and started kissing her again.. He already rested enough for round two.