Flight to Paradise Ch. 02

He groans, his head pulling up as he pulls back and rams his cock into her again. She clings to him, trying to push her hips against his, wanting to share the moment with him, but she's drowning in her need. More than anything, she wants him to keep fucking her, to keep filling her with his cock, the cock that makes her want to scream in lust. She bites her bottom lip as he thrusts into her, small squeaks of pleasure leaking from her clenched throat. She's lost in lust, her hands a frenzy on his back, her nails scraping him as she takes everything he has to give.

He adjusts his position, flattening his knees, changing the angle so his thrusts are more upward to contact with her sweet spot. As he begins to power into her, he lowers his body to hers, her breasts pressing into his chest, her nipples two hard points as he begins to fuck her with every fiber of his being. He needs this woman like he's needed no woman before her, his blood all but boiling with the heat of passion. He began to piston into her like an over revved machine, a continual growl coming from him as he strains against his desire, pushing himself to give her more, ever more, as she pants, gasps and moans. As he thrusts, he can feel the burn, the burn of straining muscles, but also the burn of an approaching second orgasm. As he pummels her, she begins to cry out in exquisite agony, her fingers pulling at him, her nails digging into his back, the sting of her scratches inflaming him even more.

He continues to pound into her, every thrust a stab of pleasure, her orgasm building with every swift insertion until it collapses in on her, setting her body alight, her pussy gripping him as it leaks her juices. Her heart thumps wildly in her chest, her breath rushing out between her lips as her orgasm begins to shred her yet again. Shaking, her muscles twist and ripple, her orgasm pummeling her as he roars in his own orgasm. Even as he comes, his hips drive into her, pistoning in and out of her hard and fast to cause her climax to find new energy and roll over her again. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, the scream escapes in a long wail of erotic completion.

Her whimpering flogs him until, just as he can hold against the towering wave of his own rapture no longer, she begins to wail, the wail of a woman caught in the teeth of a world-shattering orgasm. His orgasm takes him by storm, the release of the orgasm rushing over him like water from the collapse of a dam. Like Kate, he can hold his voice no longer and he roars his pleasure to the world.

She lies panting, spent and exhausted, as Mac holds her, his bellows-like breath hot on her neck. They lie still briefly before he begins to move, gently, slowing stroking into her as he begins to kiss her. She welcomes his slow and deep kiss. The heat of their lust is spent, but the kiss and his slow easy thrusts stir the embers of their passion, keeping them alive. She knows she's finished, her lust consumed, but she's enjoying the kiss and his motion all the same.

They kiss, slowly, deeply, for many long moments, neither wanting to be the first to break the bond between them. Finally he shifts his position, pulling his semi-hard manhood from her to allow her to move if she wishes. He flops to her side, rolling over to lie on his back beside her in the too small bed, before pulling her in close. They're quiet, neither speaking, no words necessary as she snuggles in close on her side, enjoying the warmth of his body as his arm curls around her, stroking her back softly. As her eyes become heavy, a small smile forms on her lips. She certainly had her toes curled tonight. With a final sigh of fulfillment, she slips slowly into sleep.

He feels her relax into sleep, her deep rhythmic breathing lulling him. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the feel of a woman next to him again. He continues to softly stroke her back, this hand moving in lazy circles, enjoying the touching of her, until his caresses coast to a stop as he joins her in slumber.