Jon dropped Joe and Machelle off at the center and then drove Sarah home. Joe and Machelle weren't ready for the night to end, so they walked around the grounds together, arm-on-arm. Machelle was struck by how comfortable they were with each other, at ease and able to talk about day-to-day topics or nothing at all. Then there were the times when a hand would brush casually and awareness would race though…
The couple walked down the hall whispering quietly to each other. They started passed Joe's door when he suddenly drew up short and pulled her back, pressing Machelle gently into the door and leaning over her. He framed her face with one hand and whispered, "You are so beautiful."
"Joe…"
"Machelle…" he whispered against her lips. She leaned up to press their mouths together in a kiss that quickly became too intense for the hallway. Machelle curled her fingers, digging them into his shoulders. Joe stepped closer to Machelle, pinning her against the door, as he maneuvered and fiddled until it unlocked and opened, refusing to break the passionate kiss. Once inside the room, Joe slammed the door shut and backed against it, relocking the door. He hoisted Machelle in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt his hard arousal pressed against her and she could help but rock against it. Joe's head fell back against the door. "Damn…" Machelle dug her hands into his hair and rocked again. "Woman, I am trying to control myself here." She slid her hands along his neck to his back and followed with her lips, nibbling on his ear. Joe growled low, gripped her hips and stalked across the room. Reaching the bed, he knelt carefully and lowered her while reaching for her shirt. "You want to play, let's play." His voice had a definite rough quality in it. As soon as her shirt hit the floor, his mouth trailed across her stomach. She tugged on his shirt which quickly followed hers. Joe's fingers nimbly disposed of her bra…now they were chest to chest, skin to skin. Her sigh brushed his cheek. "Machelle…I want you, I need you. But we can stop…"
"Don't you dare." She pulled on his waistband with a snarl as he chuckled.
"Good to know." He tilted her head hand captured her mouth in another passionate kiss, tangling their tongues together in a fiery twist. Joe's hands slid down to Machelle's waist, underneath her clothes, and sliding them off in one fell swoop. It was her turn to giggle as he shucked his pants and underwear, crawling over her like a predator stalking his prey. His long hair hung loosely at their sides and his eyes glistened in their intensity. Machelle's knees were propped at his waist as he held himself over her. One hand ghosted across her flesh to their midsection, to grasp himself. As he growled the word, "MINE" he guided their joining, stroking her sensitive nub and making her squeal in the process. Over and over he plundered, thrust, rocked, and pillaged. Over and over she screamed, cried, shouted, and scratched and clawed to completion. Finally Joe grabbed Machelle by the hips and buried himself inside and she wept his name against his neck. He rolled and held her against his chest as he fell asleep, content that he finally had this woman all to himself.
Then next morning, Joe woke up alone.