Flight to Paradise Ch. 04

As she pulls away, he's unable to hold in her place, so he turns and follows her as she flops to her side on the bed. Taking her legs in his hands, he slides in under her knees, forcing her legs up and over his shoulder as he drives himself deep into her. She shrieks briefly, in what he hopes is pleasure, her nails digging red furrows into his arms as he forcefully pounds into her.

Her orgasm is just beginning to fade when he enters her, causing the climax to reform and crash over her again, harder than before. The feeling of his hardness sliding into her, the slap of his balls against her ass, the absolute deepness of his cock, causes a wail of pleasure to escape her despite her efforts to contain it. She's powerless in the storm of pleasure, each powerful thrust causing a new wave of pleasure to wash over her as she seeks to hang on and ride out her climax, pushing hard against him with her legs, trying to force him from her so she can catch her breath.

She pushes her legs against him with desperate strength as he fucks her. He tries to hold her down, to continue to drive into her, trying to prolong and extend her orgasm as she shudders and writhes, gasps and whimpers, but she's too strong, her legs forcing him up and back. Finally, afraid she'll break his back, he rolls, tumbling onto his back, hauling her with him as he rolls, using her own strength against her, until she's sitting astride him, his cock still buried deep inside. She plants both hands firmly in his chest, holding herself down on his cock as she shudders, her head down and her eyes tightly closed.

Her orgasm finally finds its release and roars through her, leaving her panting and weak. As she slowly opens her eyes she looks into his face. His eyes are hard and his jaw is clenched tight. Well, he's certainly taken the edge off, she smiles.

"You fuck..." she sneers, expecting to see him smile, but his intense visage remains. "That the best you got?"

This time he does smile, but the intensity never leaves his face. She's had some great lovers in the past, men who have driven her nearly wild with pleasure, but Mac, with his skill and stamina, surpasses them all. She smiles at him, a true smile, the smile of someone who knows they've finally met their match and relishes the challenge of besting an equal.

He can't help but admire Kate's bravado. The woman is a hellcat, untamable, her skills as a lover surpassed only by her enthusiasm. He's learned many things about pleasing a woman over the course of his life, taught to him by some amazingly skilled women, but her enthusiasm causes her to rise above mere skill, to do to a man things that men normally can only dream of. She's here, with him, turning him inside out in passion, pushing him to go beyond himself, to give more than he's ever given before. He knows she can't be tamed, can't be broken, but tonight, he'll give all of himself, leaving nothing behind and hold nothing back. Tonight he'll become the lover other men are compared to, and found wanting. He smiles...

Kate knows she's still on a hair trigger, his cock deep inside her keeping her wound tight. She needs some time to gather herself. She leans forward, their lips meeting in an erotic kiss as his arms curl around her body, holding her tight to him as he begins to thrust once more. She quickly realizes if they continue in this position, she'll be coming again in minutes. While having him fuck her into unconsciousness holds a certain appeal, she wants to once again place him under her control, to have him fuck her into unconsciousness on her terms, not his. She powers out of his grasp, pulling him from her and rolling off the bed. When she sees his confusion, she smiles her best seductive smile, backing away, flicking the first two fingers on each hand in the universal come and get it motion.

"Come on big man, the bed is too tame for you tonight," she coaxes, still backing away, curving toward the bath.

She's going to have him in the hot tub she saw when they came back from dinner, the hot tub where she's going to fuck him until that big, beautiful cock of his is used up, hanging useless and spent.

He follows her out of the bed, stalking her as she backs toward the bathroom, her eyes never leaving his face, her smile calling to him. He doesn't know what she has in mind, but she's right, the bed is too tame. Tonight, in the most epic erotic struggle of his life, they should meet on a new battlefield. She backs into the bath then glances around, before stepping up onto the platform and then down into the sunken hot tub Jacuzzi, pressing the button to start the jets. The bath is dark, the only light coming through the door from the bedroom, the gloom only heightening the tension and enhancing the mood.

Kate steps down into the hot water, pressing a button to start the jets, the water coming up to her thighs. Holding her hands out, she silently invites him into the water with her. As he steps into the roiling water, she pulls him down to her lips, holding him tight to her in an erotic kiss, their tongues engaged in a slow dance. She continues to pull him down and he settles onto one of the seats, the water rising to just above his nipples. She follows him down, lowering herself onto his lap, his penis pressed against her womanhood as she settles onto him, their lips never parting.

The tub is small, designed for no more than four people, which is the perfect size for what they intend to do. As she settles onto him, he begins to gently thrust his penis, sliding it between their bodies, the hot turbulent water beginning to wet them with its froth. When she begins to moan into his mouth, he increases the power of his thrusts until she rises up slightly, and using one hand, steers his cock into her waiting wetness.

He begins to thrust, his cock sliding right along her clit. How does he always seem to be able to find the spot to drive me mad? She takes his cock into her hand, and holding him erect, lowers herself, spearing him into her depths. Knees positioned comfortably on the padded seat, she begins to piston herself on his shaft, the tumultuous water adding to the pleasure of his cock.

She begins to bounce on his cock, and he lays his head back, his eyes closing in pleasure as her motion causes the water to slosh, despite the jets valiant attempts break up the waves. There's something inherently sexy about fucking in water, and fucking in water with a woman like Kate? That makes it even more so. She leans in, sucking on his neck as her hips thrust, her breasts pressed tightly into his chest. He utters a small moan of pleasure as her wet tightness slides along his length, the pleasures searing in their intensity. Placing his hands on her ribs to steady her, he begins to thrust in counterpoint, using their combined motion to maximize the length of the stroke. After a moment they moan at the same moment, lost in the pleasure they're giving and receiving.

He begins to move with her, his long hard shaft sliding inside her causing the most incredible sensations. The water sloshing over her breasts, the splashes wetting her face and hair, along with his moans and hisses, combine to drive her deep into pleasure. Never has she felt so alive, so keenly aware of her body and the delights it's receiving. She begins to thrust harder, driving herself, needing his manhood to be shoved hard into her, to be shivved with his throbbing cock, every bulging vein another source of friction and pleasure. With a gasp she falls to his chest, crushing her lips into his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth as she clamps down on his cock, grunting and growling with every powerful thrust of their hips. She's a wild woman, out of control, she loves it.

He senses her winding up, her thrusting becoming more frantic as she drives herself to another orgasm. He'd thought that after such an intense orgasm he'd be ready to settle into a nice long fuck, but her ardor excites him like no other woman ever has. He opens his eyes, looking into her beautiful face, a face twisted in lust as she thrusts savagely, her face beginning to glow from heat and sweat. Hands still on her sides, he begins using his arms to drive her down harder as he thrusts up, the swirling water about his balls a delicious complement to her pussy wrapping his cock. As their tongues slash at each other, he holds her tight, pressing their bodies together has her hips continue their mad thrusting.

Her orgasm is coming, the short delay in moving to the bathroom not long enough to cool her raging desire. She pulls her head away from his neck, needing more air, her efforts and desire making her breathing rapid and shallow.

"Oh... fuck!" she barks out as her orgasm once again begins to close around her. "Fuck! Fuck!"

She's going to come again, not as hard as before, but hard enough. The hot water is raising her temperature, making her overheated with desire as her orgasm begins. As she tumbles into her rapture, she grips his head, holding his forehead to her own as she continues to slam her hips down on him, growling as she wrings her body dry of need. Her climax consumes her until she finally stops her madly thrusting hips, grinding herself down on his cock with a long, drawn out moan.

She begins to tighten up as her orgasm begins. "Come on... come on!" he commands, giving her words back to her as she grips his head painfully. Finally, with a grunt, she drives his cock deep into her, causing him to gasp, his lips curling into a snarl as he pushes up, driving himself deeper still as she sits impaled on his cock, the pressure of the thrust making him growl in lust uncontained. He's consumed by a need to fuck her, a need so great that he's almost out of control. He forces her backwards into the tub wall opposite their current position. She grabs the edge of the tub behind her shoulders as he rises to a squat, holding her ass in his hands as he begins to thrust violently into her.

Kate's burning in desire, the water no match for her blazing heat as her blood roars in her veins. Mac drives her backward into the tub wall as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him tight, not letting him pull out and giving him no escape. He pulls her ass up, holding her level with the top of the water has he begins to thrust.

"Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she hisses, her orgasm bleeding away into pleasures so intense the difference becomes meaningless.

He drives into her as she spits and snarls in desire, exhorting him on, to give her more, to fuck her harder, deeper, and longer, and he can feel his orgasm stalking him. He's going to come, he can feel it deep in his gut and balls, and when he does, it's going to be an orgasm of biblical proportions. He clamps down on his climax, holding it away as much as possible as he continues to pummel her. There's no stopping now, no slowing, no going back. They're locked in a struggle as intense as any combat situation he's ever been in, each intent on destroying the other. He fucks her with a fury he's never used before, and she's taking it and exhorting him to do more, to take her harder still.

"Fuck!" he roars, his lust taking over, stripping him bare and depriving him of his reserve.

Her next orgasm is bearing down on her like an avalanche, the staggering power of it frightening and exhilarating.

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she snarls, daring him to match her, to meet her towering lust with his own. "You fuck me! You fuck me hard! Harder, goddammit! Fuck me harder!" she sneers, her voice harsh with passion and lust. She's lost, her civility stripped away to expose the animal underneath, the feral need to be completely taken, to be possessed by the man who's taking her with the ferocity that she demands. The water sloshes around them, up and over the sides of the tub, but neither notice as they engage in erotic combat.

Mac pushes against the approaching climax as it closes in around him, squeezing him like a vice as he fights to hold it off. He bares his teeth in a snarl, shaking his head in violent twists, calling on every skill in his arsenal to delay his impending release. Unable to hold against the coming onslaught any longer, he thrusts once more deep into her, holding himself there before removing one hand from her hips and using his thumb and forefinger to savage her clit, stroking it, pressing it, squeezing it, circling it without ever removing pressure from the point that he knows will make her explode. He forces his hips tight against her, pushing her past the point of no return as he gently rolls her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. She begins shaking, creaming against his hand, his cock drowning in her juices as she comes on a loud cry, her vaginal walls fluttering against him.

He pulls out of her as she orgasms, Kate's mind screaming a denial as she shakes, trying to hold him inside her, to force him to come with her. The waves of sensation roll over her, unrelenting, overwhelming her as she fights to control her climax, though she knows it's too late. She wails as her orgasm sweeps through her, but before it's done, she feels herself being turned around, driven forward and her knees banging into the wall of the tub. Before she can comprehend what's happening Mac is inside her again, taking the last of her orgasm and sending her soaring again.

He waits a moment as she shudders and bucks against him, her orgasm ravaging her, her thrusting, bucking hips as she fights her orgasm for control causing his cock to slide inside her. The pleasures radiating out from cock is like a searing warmth, and he needs more time, more time to gather himself, but he's so blinded by lust he can't wait. Swiftly pulling his cock from her, he reaches a big hand under her back, levers her up, and sets her on her feet. He steadies her before he shoves her forward to kneel on the bench. As she grips the edge of the tub, preparing herself for a further battering, he drives into her once more, his head pulling back, his eyes squeezing tight, his mouth opening with gasping grunt of pure pleasure as he holds her tightly in place.

She struggles against his hold, not willing to be overcome again without him, but his hands on her hips are firm. He's not hurting her, but he's making it impossible for her to do more than take his cock, to squeeze him and try to hold him inside. His hips begin slapping against her bottom, his cock filling her and setting off tiny jolts of pleasure with each stroke. She twists her head to peer over her shoulder, grabbing his arm for support, desperate to watch his face, to see the snarl as he fucks her, his muscles tight and even more defined as he plunges rapidly into her. The sight of him, grunting in desire and effort, his eyes dark with the depth of his need, his cheeks red, so aroused it almost seems painful, sends her skyrocketing again. When he adds his middle finger to the circle of her anus, she howls in surprise as her orgasm barrels down on her again. How is he doing this? How can he withstand the pleasure that won't let me even catch my breath? she groans as she begins to ramp up for yet another orgasm.

He's losing his battle with his body, but he wants her to come again before he loses his control. He removes one hand from her hips, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts, pulling his fingers through her wetness before using it to tease her rectum. Her reaction is immediate and violent.

She cries out as she comes again, her right hand holding onto his forearm, not knowing whether to push him away or hold him tightly to her, but the pleasure is so great that she has to move, to get away from the searing, screaming, all-consuming pleasure of his cock. With a violent jerk she drives herself backwards, forcing him deep into her pussy, holding him there as her orgasm takes her breath. Never has she come so hard or experienced such soaring waves of pleasure. As she pushes back, driving him as deep into her as she can, seeking to wring every morsel of pleasure from the experience possible. She feels him back away as she continues to push, not wanting him to escape, as she wails her pleasure to the world.

Screaming a banshee wail she thrusts backwards onto his cock with such force that he's forced to take a half step back to avoid falling. His heel hits the bench behind him, and over balanced, he sits down hard on the bench, the water splashing over them in a great wave and out onto the floor. He hauls her backwards with him as he drops, the impact of his ass on the bench driving her down hard and deep on his cock.

Like a slingshot, she feels herself being whipped away backwards, falling and landing with an impact that drives his cock impossibly deep, deeper than any man has ever touched her before, pleasure and pain meeting and becoming one.

Kate falling onto his sword drives him so deep into her he wants to scream in pleasure, and he knows he's lost. The raging storm of his lust has taken him, the world focusing down to two bodies locked in an erotic duel. His orgasm begins to take him, but he rises with a roar of defiance, once again driving her legs hard into the tub wall, the water from one of the jets passing between her legs to massage his balls. As she gasps from the impact, he bends over her, his heaving chest forcing her down, his hands going under her breast as he flattens them with his weight onto the platform around the tub. Roaring out his pleasure, he thrusts violently into her, his head hard on her back, his hand kneading her tits as he pours his essence into her in wave after wave.

Mac tosses her like a ragdoll, his incredible strength moving her as if she's made of stuffing. He drives her into the wall, and she gasps from the impact, a jet of water from the Jacuzzi jet hitting her in the pussy like a thousand tiny fingers delivering a stroke of pleasure. She's used the showerhead on herself before, but where that pleasure was warm and sweet, the combination of these thousand pinpoints of electrifying pleasure and his cock pummeling her, are searing and jaw-clenching. She's had four orgasms, and didn't think she would be ready for a fifth so fast, but the sensory overload on her most sensitive places adds to her already heightened arousal, and the thoughts of how much she wants to feel his tongue in her mouth as she comes again, makes her feel faint. She struggles to end the maddening pleasure that's shredding her, struggles to accept the pleasures he's giving her, struggles against the wooziness that has crept up on her in step with her fifth orgasm of the evening, only moments after her fourth.

He can feel the weakness in his legs as his orgasm flows out of him. Gasping and panting, holding tight to her, he strains to hold his balance as he continues thrusting into her, her thrusts and lunges threatening to take him off his feet again as she gasps and twists in his grasp. With every hard thrust he can feel his muscles tighten just that little bit more as the pleasures of man and woman try to overwhelm his ability to continue. She's so close, he wants her to come again, he needs her to come again. With another gasp of pleasure so intense he can feel his very skin burn from the erotic fire, he pulls her tighter still, and increases the rate and power of his thrusts.

"Fuck!" Kate wails as his thighs slam into her ass, his cock drilling into her with unerring precision, touching off a storm of shockwaves that sap her strength as it raises her blood pressure and sends her heart scudding off in rapid beats. While the jets sizzle against her clit, his cock touches her sweet spots with piercing jabs of pleasure, and his hands on her breasts make her wetness flow against his rod. She's unable to hold back a fifth vanquishing orgasm. Oh God! She feels lightheaded, euphoric, and completely undone as her orgasm collapses in on her like an imploding star. Her rapture is so hard it's almost brutal, and she loves it, unsure of anything aside from the fiery waves of ecstasy that are engulfing her.