Flight to Paradise Ch. 08

She finds she's no longer hungry, eating because the food is there in front of her, kicking herself for her damnable mouth. Why do I have to say such stupid things? She wants to apologize to him for what she said, but holds her tongue, afraid of making matters worse. She picks at her fish, trying to hold up her end of the conversion, but miserable inside all the same.

After dinner he shoo's her away to the couch overlooking the lake. As she sits, he cleans up the kitchen and dinner dishes before cubing some of each cheese he'd bought and pouring two glasses of wine, carrying the cheese and wine with him to join her on the couch.

As he putters about in the kitchen, she decides he deserves an apology, not missing the fact that she'll have apologized to him more in a week than she has with any five of her previous lovers, combined. That, in itself, must mean something, though she's not sure what, other than she has a big mouth sometimes. As he steps around the end of the couch, cheese board in hand, she smiles.

"Mac, I just want to—"

He interrupts her before she can even get the word out. "Shhh. Nothing to apologize for. I asked an honest question. I got an honest answer. Don't worry about it. Take the glasses, please, so I can sit this down."

She takes the glasses, places them on the table and then turns back to him. "Mac, please, just let me finish. I didn't mean that the way it came out. I'm sorry for the way it sounded. I wasn't criticizing you or how you have acted and... I'm sorry."

He leans over and kisses her gently on the lips. "I know. I didn't take it that way, so don't worry about it, okay? And I think you made a valid point. Now, you've said your piece. Can we just enjoy this excellent wine and cheese?"

They sit, Kate leaning against Mac, once again watching the sun settle behind the trees, nibbling on the cheese and sipping the wine, talking little. She doesn't know what to make of Mac, a man that apparently refuses to be offended no matter the provocation, and who is gentle and understanding, almost to a fault. So why she does she still feel like shit?

"I'm ready for bed. Are you?" he asks, standing and slipping first one empty glass then the second into the cheese board holder, offering her a hand up.

She checks the time. It is still early, only ten-fifteen. "Yes, if you are," she says, hiding her disappointment.

She helps him with the cheese board, then, as they walk down the hall, she turns into her bedroom. He stops abruptly, stepping into the guest room with her. "Why'd you come in here? I'd much rather make love to you in my room. More romantic with the view, wouldn't you agree?" he asks with a soft smile.

She looks into his eyes. "Mac... I don't know what to do. I'm all twisted up inside from what I said. I can't tell if you're upset and just not telling me, or what."

"Come with me," he says, taking her hand and pulling her gently. "Let me show you." He leads her into his bedroom, stopping by the bed. He makes no move, looking into her large brown eyes for a long moment before he steps around behind her, kissing her on the neck as he begins to slowly unbutton her blouse.

She allows him to undo her shirt, her hand curling to the back of his head as he kisses her neck from behind. He's being deliberate, slow, seeming in no hurry to have her as he slowly opens the front of her blouse, his fingers gently caressing her under her breasts before returning to the buttons. Shirt open, he slowly peels it over her shoulders, kissing at the flesh as it's revealed. Her heart speeds up and her wetness flows in anticipation of the pleasures to come. Shirt removed, he softly drags his fingers down her back, causing her to shiver from the sensation.

He smiles when she wiggles as he draws his fingers down her back. Hands at her waist, he unbuttons her shorts, sliding the zipper down to open the front, but not pushing them down. He allows his finger to slowly roam, but doesn't touch her womanhood, causing her to move gently as he drags his finger slowly under the lip of her panties as she twists her head around to kiss him on the lips.

He's driving her insane with his slow, delicate touch, touching her everywhere except where she wants him to touch. She twists her head back, pulling his lips to her own. It isn't the most comfortable position, but she's desperate to taste his lips. As they kiss, he slowly slides her shorts and panties down. The moment they loosen over her hips, she shakes her legs, causing the clothing to fall to the floor. Pants removed, she's finally naked, having not put on a bra after showering from the swim. She steps out of her pants and turns in one smooth motion, pulling him in with arms around his neck as she kisses him, really kisses him, rising on her tiptoes as she flows into his arms. He gently pushes her to the bed, softly trying to force her onto it, but she resists his push.

"No. Please, Mac, no," she breathes as she pushes him away.

As he backs off, she holds his gaze with a smile that can stop a man's heart. Her fingers slowly begin opening the buttons on his shirt, her lips following the growing opening down his chest. He begins to breathe deep as she works her magic on him.

His shirt unbuttoned, she pushes it open with her hands, allowing her fingers to glide along the rippling muscles of his form, her lips coming to rest on his left nipple, her tongue slowly swirling around it as it hardens under her caress. Lips and tongue busy on his chest, she begins to free his manhood, unbuckling his belt and pants, not rushing, taking her time, enjoying the process of undressing him. As her hand slides down the front of his pants and into his underwear, taking his turgid manhood into her hand, she can feel his body stiffen as he issues a long, low, groaning exhalation.

As she grips his penis, he shrugs out of his shirt and then pushes his pants down, pulling her into his body, needing to feel the touch of her flesh to his, their lips coming together once more. She releases his cock and uses both hands to pull them together before leaning back, allowing him to lower her to the bed. His bed is an ultra-king, fully seven and a half feet square. As they settle on the bed, he rolls, pulling her with him as he scoots to the center before rolling back over and pinning her under him.

She helps him move to the center of the bed, then allows him to position himself over her without protest, his arms under her back, his hard cock pressing against her womanhood as she opens for him. He doesn't enter her, only lying against her instead, looking into her eyes as she watches his face, waiting to see what he does.

He watches her eyes, feeling himself grow harder still, painfully hard, as he anticipates the pleasures to come. He slowly brings his lips to hers, their tongues slowly entwining when he gently enters her, the feel of her flesh intoxicating as he settles lightly onto her body.

Her back arches in pleasure as he slowly sinks to her depths and holds himself deep inside her. Slowly, maddeningly, he begins to move with long, gentle thrusts, his cock sliding in delicious pleasure inside of her as passion of their kiss increases. She can't stand it, pushing his mouth from hers so she can breathe, the pleasure causing her to clench her eyes tight as his slow, gentle, thrusting sends a new wave of pleasure through her on every stroke.

When she pushes his lips away to hold them tightly to her neck, Mac begins kissing her neck and shoulder, slowly losing himself in the lovemaking. Each time he and Kate have joined, it has been violent, explosive, but not tonight. Tonight, they're taking their time, enjoying the closeness, very much making love instead of fucking.

Her orgasm is coming, and she opens herself to it. Tonight, in this slow, gentle, erotic, giving and taking of pleasure, she no longer feels the need to show him he can't out-fuck her. She'll let him give her orgasms, and she'll give him his, but there is no competition, just two people giving of themselves. As her orgasm surrounds her, enveloping her, she begins to groan as she's overwhelmed with pleasure.

She begins to stiffen as her orgasm takes her. When she gasps, her body gently quivering as she clings to him, he pauses in his thrusting, allowing her to take her release, to experience the joy of her orgasm, no longer feeling he has anything to prove.

As she comes out of her orgasm she moves, reaching for his lips with her own, hungry for his kiss. As their lips caress, he begins to thrust again, harder, with more urgency, sending her passions spiraling. She clings to him, wanting his closeness, reveling in the feeling as he settles more firmly onto her. Already she can feel a second orgasm coming, just moments behind her first, and she begins to kiss him frantically to draw the orgasm in.

He can sense her winding up for a second climax as he drives into her faster, harder, pushing her toward her release. Her hands roam his back, grasping at him, her fingers tangling his hair as she begins to moan softly into his mouth. Her kiss becomes frenzied with her desire until, with a great gasp, she pulls away and then lunges at him, her mouth at his ear as she grasps him with desperate strength while whimpering softly.

She's ravaged by her second orgasm in as many minutes as she holds to him, her body trying to curl in on itself in pleasure, holding him tight as he slows his thrusting, letting her climax flow through her. As her pleasure washes out of her she feels warm, fulfilled and something akin to loved. She relaxes her grip on him, settling back onto the bed with a smile of contentment, opening her eyes to watch his face. There has been no doubt that he's skillful in bed, knowing fully how to please a woman, but she now knows he can be a gentle and considerate lover as well. She places her hands gently on the sides of his face as he smiles at her.

He watches as her face melts into a softness she's never shown before, her hands caressing his face with great tenderness. He smiles softly at her, feeling a closeness with her he hasn't felt in a long time. He slowly takes her lips, kissing her slowly, gently, his hips still as they focus on the kiss, their tongues dancing.

She has been well kissed before, but never has she had such a slow, erotic, and deeply satisfying kiss as the one she's sharing now. As the kiss continues, he begins to move, slowly at first, his thrusts slow and easy, but as he continues his thrusts become harder, more forceful, slowly increasing in speed. Her two orgasms have taken the edge off and she purrs in pleasure as she settles in to accept the pleasure he's giving her.

He makes love to her, slowly, for many long moments, until his orgasm begins encroaching on him. He once again covers her mouth with his own, the eroticism of the kiss as they make love driving him toward his orgasm. "I'm going to come," he whispers as he slowly withdraws from the kiss.

"Please come with me, please come with me," she gasps, his impending orgasm urging her toward her third climax. "Harder," she gasps, reaching for her final release of the night.

With her plea, he begins to drive into her harder and faster than anytime during the night, driving her to another orgasm. He tightens his control, holding to his pleasure, waiting for her to catch up to him so that they can peak together.

When he begins pounding into her, her rapture blooms in power. "Yes! Yes! Just like that," she gasps as she tugs him tighter to her and dragging her orgasm closer.

"Come. I want you to come," he whispers, encouraging her, trying to whip her into a frenzy. "I want to you to come with me."

Her orgasm is closing around her again, her eyes once again squeezing shut as her pleasure saps her control. "I'm coming... ohhhh... I'm coming!" she grinds out as she begins to tumble into the abyss.

As she announces her fall, he relaxes his control, letting his orgasm overtake him, until with a final hard thrust, he drives deep into her as he empties himself. He has had many orgasms that were more powerful, but few as deeply satisfying as this one. As he breathes deeply, enjoying his release, he looks once more into her smiling face. He slowly lowers his lips to hers, taking her lips in a lingering kiss.

They kiss, allowing the flames of their desire to cool while basking in the lingering warmth of their lovemaking. After a time, he rolls off her, allowing her to move, neither speaking and no words necessary. She crawls into his arms, her hand slowly stroking his chest as his hand caresses her back. She's content, satisfied at a very deep level, fulfilled in a way that a good hard fuck can't match. She's happy, happy to be here with him and sharing his bed. With a final deep sigh of contentment, she smiles softly as she drifts slowly into sleep.

He lies still, holding her close, thinking about the pleasures that she has given him over the last few days, but unsure of his feelings toward her. He barely knows her, but he can't deny the growing attraction he feels for her, but is this attraction of the flesh, or of the soul? He's not sure, sure only that having her here for only one more day is a bittersweet thought, not wanting her to go but knowing she can't stay. He continues to think about her, and tomorrow, until he too slips quietly into slumber.