Flight to Paradise Ch. 04

As she writhes and cries out, he continues to fuck her, driving her, and himself, harder than he's ever driven himself before. Suddenly she goes limp, her sudden change causing him to stumble. He pulls her strongly to him as he topples sideways to a bench in a mighty splash of water. He's weak, spent, holding her against his chest, suddenly very afraid at her lifelessness. As his heat surges, panic setting in, he feels her stir weakly against him as he holds her tightly on his lap and cradles her head to his shoulder.

She struggles to open her eyes, flummoxed for a few moments as she gets her bearings. That last orgasm had been unique in her experience, leaving her weak, shaky, and uncertain of how long she'd been coming. She thought she said something to Mac, some signal of how much she loved what he was doing to her, what he'd been doing all evening, but she can't be sure. She only knows she'd been practically incoherent at the end as her body spiraled entirely out of her control and she'd felt a bit faint, the power of the orgasm still making her feel trembly on the inside. As she collects herself, she realizes she's now sitting in Mac's lap, her breasts above the water. She looks at Mac, who is looking at her with worry in his eyes, uncertain of when she sat down.

"Jesus, Kate! Are you alright?" he nearly shouts in relief.

"Oh my God, Mac!" she begins, "I've never..." She didn't know what to say, so she abandons her own thoughts in favor of answering his question. "I'm fine. Just a little shaky. I've never...!" She still can't explain, still uncertain of what had happened, so she stops speaking and curls into his chest instead, drawing on his strength for support and comfort.

"You scared the shit out of me!" he exclaims as he pulls her in tight. "You just went limp. Jesus! What the hell happened?"

"You tell me," she murmurs, looking up into his face. She feels completely out of sorts, unsure of herself, and his obvious concern is upsetting because she knows something happened, but she's not sure what. "I've never felt anything like this, like I felt in that last orgasm."

He holds her tight for a time as relief pours through him, his cheek resting on her head. "I don't know. All I know is one minute you're fucking me like there would be no tomorrow, and then nothing. You just went limp. Are you sure you're okay? Do I need to ping a doctor?" He can feel himself starting to calm down, but his heart is still pounding, and not all of it from passion and exertion.

"I passed out?" She's incredulous. It'd never happened to her before, but she had to concede that it was possible, considering how hard she was coming just then. She remembers the light floating feeling and her inability to catch her breath as he ravaged her. Thinking about him fucking her to unconsciousness had been fun, but she didn't think he could actually do it! She didn't remember how passing out felt, but she did recall every heart-stopping, Earth-shaking moment leading up to it and the thought that this man could so easily overwhelm her is the deepest thrill she can imagine. She snuggles in close as his arms tightened around her again, her eyes already feeling heavy, despite her nap this afternoon. She takes a moment, doing a quick internal check of how she feels. Sleepy, she feels very weak and sleepy, but otherwise normal.

"I don't know what happened, but I'm fine now. Just tired." She smiles as she takes a deep contented breath, kissing him on the front of his shoulder before snuggling in again and becoming still.

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, stroking her hair.

She nods before speaking. "Yes, Mac, I'm fine."

As she relaxes into him, he heaves a sigh of relief. She hadn't answered him about needing a doctor, but she seems fine now. He sits, allowing the water to boil around them for a few minutes before setting her to her feet. She doesn't seem very stable, so he picks her up with a slight grunt and steps out of the tub before setting her to her feet again. While she holds lightly to the shower door for balance and support, he quickly dries her with one of the huge fluffy towels then drapes one of the complementary robes over her, Kate gathering the front shut with one hand, as he picks her up and carries her to the bed, placing her gently in the center. She heaves a sigh of contentment, kissing him lightly on the lips as he leans in.

He pulls back, watching her as she almost instantly drifts away to sleep. He's feeling strung out himself, like he'd just run an arduous race. He wants nothing more than to curl up beside her and go to sleep, but he needs to mop up some of the water they'd splashed everywhere before it leaks through to the room below and he finds himself thrown out. Plus, he has a surprise planned for her tomorrow, something he thought of while at dinner, if he can arrange it and they can drag themselves out of bed in the morning, that is.

Still bare as a newborn, Mac returns to the bathroom and mops up the water using the entire supply of bath towels, hand towels, and washcloths, finishing the job with the other bathrobe. He'll ping the front desk and have a fresh supply sent up in the morning.

As he works on the floor, he scours the net, looking for shooting ranges. Most are closed at ten o'clock at night, but he does find one open late. A quick ping to the address listed, and a fair wad of cash later, and he secures the entire range from ten until noon tomorrow, with the understanding that finished or not, the range opens to the public at their normal noon opening time.

Finally finished, he pings the desk and places a call for fresh towels and breakfast at seven. He thinks a moment and then decides everything is ready for tomorrow. Setting an alarm on his chip, he settles beside the angel sleeping in his bed, Kate snuggling in close in her sleep when he touches her. He listens to her deep rhythmic breathing before he too slides into a deep, contented, sleep.