Extinction Event4
Moira smiled. Bit her lower lip. Nibbling. She murmured, whimpered slightly to arouse him. Entice him. She stood. Removed her pants. Then her panties. She slid onto him, yanking down his pants. His boxers. "Oh John..." she purred. Kissed him, gyrating. His hands cupped her breasts under the tank top. His mouth entwined with hers. His tongue gliding as he shifted, shifted. Groaning in frustration as he could feel her readiness but was unable to enter her as she countered his moves with her own.
"Moira!" he scolded. He caught her, rolled her onto her back and kissed down, down, sliding up the tank top to tease, tongue each breast. Moira arched, hands on his arms, sliding now under his shirt as she moaned. Her legs spreading as he mouth skimmed down, down. "Hey John junior," he teased against the baby bump, "you were conceived here." He kissed along her thigh. His fingers plying between her legs.
"John! Oh John, John!" she cried as the anticipation thrummed between them. Flooding her with sensual hungers, demands. He slid up her body and abruptly entered her. A quick thrust that made him groan in relief, lust. "John! Oh John!" she cried, squirming as he began thrusting.
"Fuck oh fuck fuck fuck! Moira, my Moira!" he growled, thrusting faster, harder. Kissing her repeatedly. Gently nibbling her earlobe until she whimpered, squirmed. Nails running along his bare back. "Tighter, baby, tighter oh yes! Yes, baby, harder on me now! Fuck!" he enthused as she squirmed, squeezed, pleasure circling now.
Moira clenched, bit his ear as he thrust harder, faster. Sliding deliciously over and over. Bringing her rapidly to culmination. He began to spasm, body tensing as he neared his own conclusion. "Oh John! John, John, John please! John, John, please! John!" she cried loudly as she came. The orgasm bright, hot. Sweeping her away on a pulsing tide.
John rocked her wildly, turned on by her ripeness, her loudness. Her love. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, baby!" he yelled, coming quickly after her. Shuddering to an orgasmic release. Deeply enfolded in her. Moira clutched as he rocked her faster, faster, faster until he spurted, strained. Fell upon her. "Fuck! Oh fuck that is sweet! Fucking sweet! Moira! My Moira!" He kissed her, shifting his weight, never forgetting the baby bump.
Moira kissed him, relaxing as he slid out of her, rolled onto his back. "Oh John!" She rolled on top of him. Kissing him over and over. Fingers in his hair. Lips on his lips, his throat. "Oh John...John..."
He held her for a moment, relaxing. Sated. "Ah baby...this is paradise, isn't it? Not a single interruption."
"Yes, John. Just us. I love you, John."
"I love you, Moira." He kissed her. "We're the only two people on the planet, baby."
"Yes, sweetie. Perfect. Isn't it wonderful? I mean, to get away from everyone? Except you, of course."
"I know exactly what you mean, baby. You're talking to the guy who was posted to McMurdo and actually liked it. Except for the cold."
She smiled. Kissed him. "I would be on digs for months. With only a few people, but I'd be alone for hours and hours. Perfectly happy. You do know, don't you?"
"Yes." He kissed her. Shifted under her. "Hmm...baby...I am sweaty and sticky now. How far is that turquoise pond? Your bathing pool," he prompted.
She considered, glancing up at the distance. "Not too far. A pleasant walk, that way." She pointed. Met his gaze. Saw the glint in his brilliant green eyes. The glint that promised sexual pleasure, kinky things. "Oh oh. John..."she warned. Sat and restored her bra. Pulled on her tank top. Reached for her pants and panties. "I know that look."
"What look?" he asked. "I was merely suggesting a swim. An innocent skinny-dip in that lovely pool." He sat, pulling up his shorts, his pants. Moira scrambled into her panties and pants.
Moira smirked. "Yeah, right. Because when we are soaking wet you never get horny, not at all."
"Never."
She laughed at his solemn tone. Moved to the edge of the ridge to gaze at the amazing assortment of animals. A shadow fell across her and she looked up to see an enormous flock of birds flying overhead. Hundreds and hundreds. John moved to stand beside her, arm sliding round her waist as he stared up at them too. The sunlight resumed, then faded as another shadow engulfed them. An enormous bird flew over them. John swore, whirling to grab his gun. "John, no! It's all right, sweetie!"
"All right? I could fly that thing, Moira!" he exclaimed, pausing to watch the bird glide over the ridge. "It's as big as a 747 jet!"
"Isn't it wonderful? Argentavis magnificens! An early vulture. A scavenger, so we're in no danger."
"Huh," John commented, not convinced. "Grab the blanket, baby." He moved round to the Jumper. Moira grabbed the blanket, shook it out. Followed him. John placed his guitar in its case. Grabbed a smaller cooler and left the ship. Closed the hatch. "I'll leave the proximity alarms on. Should keep the ship safe and undisturbed."
"What's in there, sweetie? Oh, let me guess. More beer?"
He laughed at her tone. "Yes. And lemonade. We are going to work up a considerable thirst, baby. Lead on, doctor."
She eyed him a moment, then turned and headed across the long, swaying grasses. She pulled on her shirt. "Um, John...what exactly do you have in mind?"
He smiled at her hesitant tone. "Don't you worry, baby. I am very aware of John junior. And since we can be as loud and as exuberant as we want...well...let's just see how far I can take you. Pretty damn far, I'm thinking."
"Oh boy," she muttered, intrigued and concerned. His sudden laughter did little to relax her, but she trusted him. Loved him. Wanted to see exactly what he had in mind. "Um, John...does this involve, um...props?"
"No, Moira. Only us. Oh. Maybe a popsicle. We'll see."
"Hilarious, John." She turned to view his assessing, loving gaze. "A popsicle? You want me to lick it, colonel?" She frowned at his salacious expression. "I meant the popsicle!"
"Sure you did, baby." He motioned for her to continue. "Yes. Lick it. Suck it. Bite it. Then I will take you to...well, you'll see."
She glanced at him. "Okay, John. Through here." She ducked under an overhang of wisteria. The purple flowers were massive, drooping clusters. The scent nearly overwhelmed as John followed after her. A flock of birds scattered, filling the air with a raucous complaint. A butterfly the size of John's hand flitted past. Wings of deepest cobalt lined with crimson. The turquoise pool sparkled invitingly. Lush grasses waved in the breezes like beckoning fingers. A flock of swans took flight. A herd of tiny deer scattered slowly, more curious than afraid.
Moira spread out the blanket. John set the cooler down. Touched her arm. "Stay here a sec. I'll do a quick perimeter check."
"As ordered, colonel." She watched him, gun in hand, carefully scouting round the pool. Fish splashed in the waters. Disturbing the turquoise depths. Animals scattered at his approach. Tiny horses. Deer. Squirrels scrambling up trees, cursing at the interruption to their day. Birds sang contentedly.
He returned to her. "Okay, baby. Strip." With another look round he carefully set down his gun. Pulled off his shirt. Glanced at her. "Moira? I said strip." He undid his pants.
"Um...okay, John. I...um..." Suddenly shy she took off her shirt. Shoes. Watched him sit to remove his boots and socks. "I, I don't suppose you brought a, a bathing suit?"
He laughed. Stood. Turned to her. "No, baby. I want you naked. Completely naked and utterly, utterly mine to do with as I please." His gaze raked over her. He turned away to remove his pants. Boxers. Strode naked into the waters.
Moira stared, watching him. The nape of his neck. The broad shoulders, arms at his sides. The length of his back. The long legs striding, the firm rear clenching with each confident step. Until he disappeared into the water.
John submerged, startled by the clarity of the waters. He could see clear to the bottom. A school of brightly colored fish swerved around his legs. He broke the surface, turned to see Moira frozen in place. "Moira! I wasn't planning to swim alone! Get that pert little ass naked and in here now, damn it!"
"Sorry, John!" She waited until he swam further out, creating ripples with every strong stroke. She quickly undressed, hastily entered the water as he turned to watch her. She swam to him, the warmth soothing. But the clarity was unsettling. Bathing her in an aqua sheen.
He smiled. Pulled her to him and kissed her. "Moira. Shy, are we, baby? It's only me."
"I know that! It's just...you...I..."
He kissed her again. Freed her. "I'll race you. To that bank and back? Will that be okay for John junior if you hey!" he protested, laughed as she darted ahead of him. Splashing him. He grinned, swam after her.
Moira reached the bank, turned as John reached her. He blocked her. "Hey! Get out my way, flyboy!"
"You cheated, Moira!" He splashed her, making her laugh. Sped ahead of her the other way.
She followed, slowing to admire his powerful strokes. Long legs and arms. Flexing muscles. His long, lean body creating wave after wave as he swam. Dark body hair glinting in the turquoise waters. Moira was suddenly seized with a craving to lick every drop of water off every inch of him. She smiled. Swam after him.
John slowed, turned. "Hey! Are you letting me win, baby?"
She reached him. Smiled. "Yes. I was enjoying the view, sweetie. I was enjoying watching you work all of those manly muscles of yours."
He smiled. "Ah. You ain't seen nothing yet, baby."
She laughed. Swam past him. Walked out of the water. Very aware of John's avid gaze locked onto her. Onto her soaking wet, naked body. Onto her rear as she sashayed for him. She reached the blanket, snatched her shirt from the pile of clothing and held it over her breasts and crotch. Turned feeling him behind her. She stared at his dripping wet hair, face, body.
John licked his lips slowly, enjoying the arousal in her gaze. The desire. The passion blooming, just waiting for him to ignite it. He yanked the shirt from her. Let his gaze wander all over her dripping wet body. Straggly hair dripping onto her breasts. Water sparkling everywhere.
She shifted. "John..." Her voice was soft, fraught with emotion.
He touched her hip, meeting her gaze. Smiled. Gently kissed her. He reclined onto his back on the blanket. "Moira." His voice was low, husky with desire. She had seen the lust in his brilliant gaze. Had heard it in his voice. So male. So primal. She felt herself reacting. She turned to look at him. He was looking up at her. "Start here." He touched his hip. "Work your way to here." He touched his lips. "However you want. Whatever you want. Then it will be my turn. Whatever I want. However I want."
"Oh." Moira felt weak. His gaze predatory, but warm. She moved to her knees. Was about to slide onto him.
"Ah, no. Crawl. Crawl over me."
"Oh." She blushed. Moved onto her hands and knees over him. Bent down and kissed his thighs. Very aware of his increasingly upright erection. So close. So hard. So big. Water glistening on it, drops sliding down the length of him. She ran her fingers along his thigh. Licking the water, tongue darting along his pelvis. Nibbling. John groaned, shifting. Staring as water dripped off her long hair. From her breasts onto him. She grew bolder. Ran her mouth along his pelvic bone as her fingers played between his legs. John groaned in tension, tightness. Arousal rushing along every nerve.
Moira's fingers slid up to caress his cock now. While she nibbled his pelvis. Bit. John nearly sat, fell back, moaning in pleasure, suspense. Her strokes faster, faster. Her nails running up an down, up and down. Gently squeezing.
"Mouth," he whispered huskily. Losing himself in the wild sensations. Staring hard at her.
Moira knew what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted her to do. She freed him to stroke his hip over and over. She ran her mouth along the hard shaft slowly. Licking the water dribbling along his sensitive skin. John groaned loudly, in ecstasy of sensations as her tongue tickled, slathered. As her mouth ran up, up, up. So close now he clenched his hands on the blanket to attempt control. Staring at her. Watching as she took him into her mouth. Rosy lips closing over him now. Sucking and swirling. Sliding up to the sensitive head. She gently, oh so gently bit.
John tensed, growling. Grunted. "Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck fuck! Moira! Fuck!" He jerked, couldn't help it, the rush of lust causing a spurt, a thrust to enter that snug, warm, wet opening as deeply as he could.
Moira almost choked. She freed him, coughing. Spit as he shuddered. Spilled a bit as he throbbed, so hungry now. So eager. "John! What the fuck?" she flared, but he only smirked, helpless to soothe her. She glared at him. "Son of a bitch!" she muttered, but began to kiss up his waist. Swerving round the jutting hardness of him.
John relaxed slightly as she ran kisses up his chest. Fingers playing along his sides. He forced himself to wait, to wait. The lust almost unbearable now. Moira kissed up his throat. Circled his ear. Bit. Bit harder as he groaned. She kissed his lips. Deep, long kisses to savor his mouth.
Moira pulled back at last. "John? You–"
"My turn! Fuck!" he snarled, almost wincing from need He yanked her down to him. Her mouth to his. Kissing her so deeply, so passionately she lost her breath for a moment. He trailed kisses down her throat, her collarbone. Nibbling. His hands guided her to move up, up over him, still on her hands and knees.