They were lying on the bed talking. "We progressed so much today. We walked so long." she noted sarcastically. He smiled, playing with a curl of her hair. "We rested our feet. I hear they're grateful for that. And, for my part, I enjoyed my day." she kissed him. "Hell, yeah."
He tickled her. "No ! Please..." He stopped. "You're endangering your...'personal parts' when you do that ..." she mimicked convulsing and kicking him. "Oh. Not good." she smiled. He slid a hand under her t shirt, on his back. He reached for her shoulder blade. "I'm thinking of getting a tattoo. Around here." he said. "What kind of a tattoo ?" she asked. "No idea. That's probably why I don't have it yet." she smiled. "You could design it for me ?" he offered. She blushed. "me ?" he grazed her cheek. "Yeah. You did a kill design on one of Logan's surfboards." She nodded. "I did." He kissed her.
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"Oh, Mac... we're gonna have to slow down a bit there." He gasped. She pouted and pulled away. He rested his hands on her hips. "Look at you !" he pleaded. She was sitting on top of him, perfectly aware the hard-on he had and she couldn't care less. On the contrary. "What ?" she said, innocently. "I don't wanna rape you. I don't wanna force you into anything so... I must not go beyond my limits." he explained. She reached for his hands and placed it on her thighs spread on his sides. "Where are your limits ?" she asked playfully. He gasped and contorted. "very... close." he indicated.
She laughed and bended to kiss him. "Sorry." she said. "Chicken !" he looked offended. "What ?!" "You lame !" she added, teasing him. He gently slammed her hands. "No way. I'm just trying to concentrate while you're ... making me not to." She smiled. "I'm winning." He nodded. "Obviously."
She bended backward a little and went back, running her fingers all over his chest. "Maybe I'm winning on purpose ?" she insinuated. His eyes widened. "Am I getting what you.. can't possibly be suggesting ?" She blushed. "Well, if you don't want to..." "Yes you can suggest it." he whispered.
Mac pulled off her t shirt and he watched her with desire and astonishment. He touched her and he felt all his will crumble. He pulled her closer and kissed her wildly. She pushed him to yank his t shirt off. He grabbed the sheets and squeezed them hard while he was fighting not to scream. What was going on with him ? Since when was he that... 'shakable' ?
His eyes rolled when she bit his neck. "Mac ?... Mac !" she pulled away and ducked the curl in front of her face. "Sure about that ?" he asked.
She smiled and didn't answer. Without breaking eye contact she reached for his jeans and unzipped them. His mouth formed a perfect 'o'.
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He kissed her breasts and went down. He kissed her stomach and further while he slid her pants down. She reached for his hips and pulled him closer, making him groan. He'd taken a condom from his wallet... and she was holding it tight until the time was right. He took her bra off and paused. She blushed and he shook his head as a 'no'. He hold her tighter him and licked her neck.
She was going to be crazy. They were almost naked. Especially her. A thong wasn't the most covering thing humans had created. She was caressing his butt through the shorts. She pushed it a little inviting him to take it off. He did and did the same to her. Oh, come on ! He swallowed hard. "Mac. You're shaved !" he gasped. "Not for a few days." she said, turning pink. "Why ?" He smiled and shook his head. "I think I died and went in heaven." She giggled, pulled him closer.
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They looked at each other when he slowly pushed himself inside. At first she grimaced a little, then her face relaxed and she let her head fall backward. He gasped with pleasure. She sighed a lot while he went back and forth... .She opened her eyes and found him looking at her. There was a question in his eyes, like 'are you ok' or something. She nodded and he kissed her.
After a while they went wilder. He was going faster and she scratched his back. He moaned and pushed harder so she gasped. She let out a giggle.
Where were they ? Who were they except for who they were just now ? They didn't know. Didn't care.
She cried out once. He gripped her hands. She cried out twice. He propped himself on one arm to watch her reach the orgasm. She gripped his hand and gasped. She gasped his name. That's when he broke down, out of the blue. He was ecstatic. She'd cried his name out. And it had affected him. Hell, yeah !
He leaned beside her and threw the crappy piece of plastic away. He kissed her and enjoyed the sparkle in her eyes. Not the naughty one like earlier. The peaceful one. He caressed her cheek. I hope it was good for her too.
She kissed him, smiling slightly. "I think we passed 'weirder'. What is it now ?" she asked. He kissed her nose. "Better ?" She gave him a genuine smile. He reached for the sheets and covered their bodies.
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He woke up alone in the bed. He went out to see Mac with his knife, shredding her pants. "Watcha doing ?" he asked placing a kiss on her head. "Making shorts. Aw." She'd cut herself. He was about to say something and take the knife away from her but he froze when she licked her finger. Damn... She turned to him with her finger in her mouth. "Whaf ?" she asked. A smile broadened on his face. "You're so... forget it." She tried her brand new shorts on. "I made them to short." She said. He smiled. "Nope."
He'd done the same. Without her he wouldn't even have thought about it. He lifted the bags on his shoulder. "You know I can have one." she said. He shook his head. Dick was a hell of a romantic boy, or at least, he was going to be. And she will be there to testify. "Fine." she said. She stopped at the door of the cabin, checking they hadn't forgot anything. "Damn, I'll never forget my first time." she said to herself.
He chocked. "What ?!" he looked at her. "It was ?!" he asked. She shrugged it off and walked away. Dick caught up wuth her. "Damn, what's it gonna be like next time ?!" he exclaimed. She smiled. It means it was good, right ? He took her hand and she grinned. "Next time ?"