Flight To Paradise Ch 03

Immersion Playground

Book #3: Flight to Paradise

Chapter 3

The morning birds had ended their matins an hour before when Kate wakes with the feeling of a hand gently stroking her, sliding slowly over the skin of her bare thigh, bringing her nerve endings to peak awareness. She sighs and stretches slowly, eyes still closed, as her lips curl into a small smile before opening her eyes and turning to face the owner of the hand. She watches as Mac's lips quirk into a crooked half smile as she stretches and groans.

"That's a nice way to wake up," she murmurs as her eyes close again, her smile fading slightly. Not yet fully awake, she raises her hand to his face to touch him softly on the cheek. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Not long. About fifteen minutes," he murmurs, gliding his hands over her body as he slowly brings his hand to her breast to tenderly caress it, dragging a finger slowly around the stiffening nipple. "I could wake you up even more, if you like," he adds, the half-smile becoming broader and more playful as he brushes her lips with his.

She breathes deeply at his kiss, her eyes opening again as she works to throw of the mantle of sleep. "And how would you do that?" she asks as their lips slowly part, holding his gaze as a smile plays at her lips.

"Maybe you'd like this," he says as he gently squeezes her taut nipple, pulling it just enough to make her hiss in pleasure before he takes her lips again, a bit more firmly but doing nothing more. "Or maybe you'd prefer this," he rumbles as he lowers his head and takes each nipple in turn into his mouth for a thorough treatment, licking and suckling on them until she's squirming beneath his onslaught. "Or would you like this, instead?" he asks as he moves up to kiss her again, this time teasing her mouth open so he can take her tongue.

When she softly moans with desire for more, he reaches down and slides his hands slowly over the flat of her stomach, tickling her navel on the way to her womanhood. He strokes her lightly, feeling her wetness but not going past the pouty outer lips. She trembles slightly as he teases her, deliberately winding her tighter, making her squirm and move under his touch. He loves sex, particularly enjoying it with sexual women, but this... thing... he's unleashed with Kate is unlike anything in his experience. He can't seem to get enough of her smooth skin, her delightful curves, her long legs, or her passionate responses. Especially her passionate responses.

She can't understand how she can

need

Mac's touch so badly after he'd positively obliterated her last night. She's had more orgasms, and on rare occasions, harder orgasms, but never has she had so many orgasms of such power, and yet, after only a few hours' sleep, it's as if none of it had happened. As his mouth and hands roam her body, her fires of passion return, her need for him so great that she can scarcely contain it.

"Do you like that?" he asks her, his voice low and hoarse, testament to his struggle for control as he gently strokes her womanhood.

When she nods, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, apparently even less able to speak than he is, he smiles and gently opens the petals of her flower, seeking her clitoris to tease it out of its home, waking it to a tender hardness to match the hardness of his penis. She writhes against his fingers, groaning, and he can feel his cock twitch in anticipation of her moans when he sinks into her once more. He moves a finger inside her, stroking her, touching her sweet spots, probing and stroking her most intimate areas as he suckles at her breasts until she mewls while thrusting against his hand.

She loves what's happening to her, her orgasm roaring through her like a wildfire, her entire body alive in tingles as she writhes and bucks in pleasure, wanting the feeling to never end. As if he hears her wish, he moves over her, opening her legs and holding her ankles as he sinks into her depths. He thrusts into her, possessing her over and over again, taking her and making her his. His pants and groans of pleasure egg her on, her orgasm finally washing away but seemingly never ending, arousing her past fever pitch. With a gasp he releases her legs and falls forward, pinning her to bed with his weight as he takes her lips in a deep and hard kiss. She tears his lips from hers and buries his face in her neck, unable to breath, her teeth bared in a feral sneer of passion. With each of his inward thrusts she rises to meet him, slamming her hips against his hungrily, needing the contact between them to ground her as he fucks her with beautiful savagery, and she relishes each thrust, each groan, and each beat of his heart.

She begins to keen as he takes her, her second orgasm approaching like an oncoming train, terrifying and unstoppable in its power. As he plunges into her, she begins to move and thrash as pleasures tears at her. She moans, her muscle control destroyed as pleasure overloads her control, her body moving of its own accord as muscle works against muscle. She wants to scream, needs to scream, but even that ability has been stolen from her. She begins to gasp as she climbs higher and higher in pleasure, almost losing the ability to breathe as her orgasm closes in around her to suffocate her with the approaching storm.

As his climax approaches, his body begins twisting in on itself. His head first pulls up and then down as he growls in effort and contained passion. He kisses her hard on the neck, his need to climax shredding him, his skin burning as his orgasm builds. He drives into her harder, faster, his world focusing down to the need for Kate, and himself, to rapture. His pounding strokes are pushing his knees away, causing his thrusts to lose some of their power, but with barely a hitch in his driving hips, he pulls her hard to him, slamming her ass into his legs as he yanks her back. The slight change in the position is all it takes as he tips over the edge into the raging torrent or his orgasm, growling his release into her shoulder.

"Fuck!" she wails when his cock touches her most sensitive spot. She's coming again, hard and furious, so hard she doesn't think she can withstand it. His snarling roar of satisfaction as he empties himself into her, pushes her higher still as her orgasm savages her unlike any she can remember. She clings tightly to him as she twists and writhes in pleasures she can scarcely contain.

He holds her tight as she thrusts her hips, tearing at him, her fingers digging in painfully tight while fighting through her orgasm, her movements sending searing pleasures through him as his cock stirs inside her. As she thrashes, seemingly trying to throw him off, he holds her while rolling over, protecting her and preventing her from hurting herself as she flails about until she finally relaxes in his arms with a hard shudder, her stillness allowing his own titanic orgasm to wash away.

Her thrashing ends with a gasp and a shudder as her orgasm finally releases her. She lies on his chest, unsure how she ended up there, panting from passion and exertion. They lie together, his thundering erection still inside her, allowing their passions to cool and their hearts to slow. She expels another hard gasp as her muscles loosen, her breathing slowing and falling into sync with his. She has had some fantastic lovers, but few have given her an orgasm like the last one.

"Fuck..." he murmurs with a long exhale, his arms holding her loosely to him.

She smiles weakly, not moving save the slight nodding of her head in confirmation. She's spent, her last mind twisting orgasm wringing the last of her strength from her and leaving her unwilling to move. She reaches up to lightly pat his cheek as her stomach rumbles, causing her to giggle when his stomach shakes beneath her with his chuckle.

"Hungry?" he asks as his snicker dies away.

She sighs, snuggling in a bit more on his chest, sleep pulling hard at her. "I don't know how I can be hungry," she replies, her voice thick and slow, "when I just had my fill of sausage."

He chuckles again. Kate has quite a tongue on her. "Would you like some eggs to go with that sausage?" he asks, gently pushing her off him and onto the bed. "Just lie here for bit. I'll make breakfast." He sits up before pausing, looking at her with one eyebrow arched. "You do have breakfast food, right?"

Kate heaves another deep sigh of contentment, sleep beginning to wrap her in its folds as she nods, her eyes already closed.

"Okay. Just rest a minute. Do you have a tray or something? If you do, I'll bring it to you here."

"By the washer," she mumbles, as she slips into sleep.

Mac kisses her gently on the cheek, lightly caressing her back, before he rolls out of the bed and pulls on his pants, Kate already asleep. Padding into her small kitchen, he begins a quiet search, opening refrigerator, drawers, and cabinets to see what he has to work with for breakfast.

A long moment of looking tells him what he needs to know. Kate is a zapper girl. She has a large selection of zapper meals but scarcely any fresh food, and even fewer spices, for cooking. He does find a few eggs, an onion past its prime, some decent smoked ham, sliced thin for sandwiches, and some shredded yellow cheese of unknown variety. The packaging says

Mexican Cheese Blend

but doesn't list the contents. He pinches a bit of the cheese between two fingers and takes a nibble, making a face at the taste. The cheese is so bland and flavorless further identification is impossible beyond its color. He tosses the package on the cabinet in disgust, suspecting the packaging would have more flavor than the contents. He finds a pan easily enough but decides after a thorough search that Kate has no wooden or plastic cooking spoons, or a spatula.

He mutters to himself, wondering how anyone can live eating nothing but prepackaged food. He begins to prepare an omelet by slicing the onion with a knife so dull he could sit on it without fear of being cut. Onion sliced, he smears a bit of the ham around in the heating pan with a fork to grease it since butter is nowhere to be found. He prepares the omelet as well as he can, given his lack of ingredients, spices, and tools, sliding the eggs about occasionally to keep them from sticking. As the eggs cook, he finds the tray, more like a writing desk actually, and sets it aside for later use. With an expert flip of his wrist he folds the eggs, only to realize that while he has bread, probably to go with the ham, he has no toaster.

Holding his hands palm up and silently beseeching the heavens for a toaster, he finally decides army toast, prepared in the pan, would have to do. He also can't tell if Kate didn't drink coffee or drank only purchased coffee, because he can't find coffee or a coffee maker. He opens a container of orange juice of recent vintage and pours that up for her as well as a glass for himself. Sliding the eggs onto a plate, he drops the bread into the pan, waits a moment before flipping it over with a flick of the wrist. A moment later the bread lands on the plate beside the eggs. Not the prettiest toast he's ever made, but he's seen worse, and she'll have to eat it dry because there's no butter.

Adding the glass of juice to the tray, along with utensils, he carries the breakfast to Kate. With her limited supply of fresh food, he decides he'll either skip breakfast, or grab something after he leaves, rather than decimate the remainder her meager stocks.

He enters the room to find her as he left her, sprawled face down across the destroyed bed, sleeping completely nude. Even though it's been less than twenty minutes since she'd fucked the shit out of him, his penis twitches at the sight of her in the rumpled bed as he remembers how it got that way.

He sits on the edge of the bed, holding the tray on his lap with one hand as he gently shakes her awake with the other. She groans and stretches, once again pulling herself up from sleep before she rolls over and begins to sit up.

"Breakfast is served," he says, placing the tray in her lap when she's finally awake and sitting up, her back against the headboard.

"Wow, you actually

made

breakfast!" she exclaims after another huge yawn, holding a hand over her heart. "I'm impressed," she adds, her eyes finally alert, lips curving into a teasing smile.

He smiles in acknowledgement before turning away and rising to dress. He looks ruefully at his wrinkled clothing in the floor, then smiles as he dresses, thinking about why they're the way they're. He's willing to be a little rumpled if it means he can spend the kind of quality time he has with Kate.

She's propped on pillows piled against the headboard, the very headboard they'd tried to drive through the wall last night, and again this morning, slowly eating her breakfast. She watches him as he dresses. The food's good, but the view's better, being this is the first time she's seen him in good light with his shirt off.

My God is he good looking!

He strips off his slacks, laying them over the foot of the bed before retrieving the boxers he neglected to put on earlier from the floor. She almost chokes on her toast at the sight of his manhood, his cock semi-erect and hanging in a most inviting manner.

She slowly sips her juice to control the saliva that gathers on her tongue as she watches him don his underwear. His muscled ass, when he turns to retrieve his pants, has her groaning softly to herself and gripping the side of the tray, biting her bottom lip softly, as his strong hands pull the trousers up his long, corded thighs. She forgets she's eating, engrossed by the unintentional show. His body is ripped, toned, and built to perfection, his six-pack clearly defined, and from where she sits, there's beauty in his form, without even the hint of a scar or spot to mar him.

He turns as he dons his shirt and catches her looking, smiling at her as he buttons, then turns back to comb his hair with his fingers, crouching slightly to look into her dresser mirror, trying in vain to smooth hair that had been tousled by their lovemaking. No, not lovemaking, fucking.

He finishes straightening his hair the best he can, then sits on the edge of the bed again, moving the breakfast tray to the side, enjoying the sight of her body once more.

She can feel his eyes roaming over her. She pulls the sheet up a bit higher on her breasts but feels it hides nothing from his piercing gaze. Sometimes, since the first moment he'd dropped his sensuous mouth on hers inside her front door, she's had the feeling that it wouldn't take much for him to see straight through to her soul. She has the feeling he can see what she's thinking right now, how her breasts are tingling, wishing for his big hands to close around them again, to treasure them, how her pussy weeps for the touch of his hands, his mouth, or his hard cock. She closes her eyes when he bends over to kiss her goodbye.

"Thank you for inviting me over," he murmurs, looking deep into her eyes before pressing delicate little kisses over her eyes and her cheeks. "I enjoyed it," he breathes on her lips before dropping a teasing, feather-light kiss on them. "Did you?"

She can't bear for him to know how much she wants his touch. She keeps her eyes closed and just nods, for the moment incapable of speech, unwilling to let him know how even his leave-taking is ratcheting up her desires. She's not some needy, vulnerable woman who wants to beg him to stay and make her crazy! She's in control, always!

"Tell me," he insists, his voice low as his lips brush over her collarbone, his hair tickling her cheek. "Tell me," he repeats, drawing each word out, his voice a command just before he takes her mouth in a deeper kiss, suddenly savage and demanding.

She answers his kiss with equal fervor, letting go enough to show him she's hungry too, until he slowly pulls back. "Yes, I enjoyed it too," she replies, trying to catch the breath lost to the intensity of the kiss.

He smiles against her lips, busses them one last time before leaning away from her. "I'll ping you later, after my appointment, okay? We'll go out for dinner if you like."

She feels the loss of his body heat at once and pulls the sheet closer around her. "I'd like that," she answers, returning his smile.

He stands up and walks to the bedroom door before turning back. "Get some rest," he says before dropping his voice into a more suggestive tone, "You may need it." He winks at her mischievously then breaks in a huge smile before walking out.

She hears him quietly close the front door before she begins to giggle like a schoolgirl at the implied promise, or was it threat, in his parting words. She'll definitely need her rest if they're going to heat up the sheets like they had last night and again this morning. And she's going to bring her 'A' game this time because apparently this man is immune to her usual charms.

Her mouth crooks up in a half smile as she decides she's going to best him, best him as she has all the other men she's taken to her bed. She's determined to show him who's in control in her bedroom, though she suspects that she's met her match in Mac. It thrills her even as it scares her, but she relishes the challenge.

She pulls the tray back in front of her to finish her very tasty homemade breakfast before it gets any colder. If she's going to go another 10 rounds with Mac tonight, and she plans to, then she'll need to keep her strength up. She smiles to herself as she finishes her eggs. She'll get her to-do list taken of this morning, and then maybe take a short nap this afternoon. He may have had his way with her this time, but not tonight, oh no, not tonight. Tonight she's going to wear his ass out and wipe that smug smile right off his face.

Breakfast consumed, she sits aside the tray and slides down in the bed while stretching luxuriously, the mere thought of the coming labors making her wet again.

***

Mac uses the net to checks the time as the big Mercedes glides silently down the road. He has time for breakfast, or to get himself cleaned up and presentable before he arrives at the clinic, but not both. He decides to go with the shower and fresh clothes. He hadn't expected last night to take, well, all last night. He'd gone with Kate thinking they'd have a quick tumble to take the edge off, do a little slap and tickle, then he'd be on his way back to his suite. He'd underestimated her sexual energy and she'd fucked him but good. It's been a very long time since he's been with a woman that can give as good as she gets, and if he can get her into his bed tonight, he's determined to see just how hard, and how far, he can push her. He smiles at the thought. After—was it Abby—at the clinic gets done torturing him this morning, he might lie down for a while. He has a feeling he's going to need his strength for tonight.

He valets the Merc at his hotel and takes the stairs two at a time up the ten floors to his room to get in a little exercise. Winded from his sprint up the steps, he enters his suite and strips out of his rumpled clothes, tossing them onto the bed before entering the bathroom. He uses his depilation cream on his face and swishes his mouth with the sanitizer to remove the morning fuzz, both on his face and in his mouth, and then steps into the shower. Standing under the hot water he scrubs himself clean as an involuntary thought of taking Kate in the big two-person shower makes his cock twitch with anticipation. Twenty minutes later he calls for his car as he dresses casually in khaki pants and a loose, white, short-sleeve cotton shirt. Dressed and tidy once more, he bounds down the steps to the lobby. He sees his car waiting under the portico as he stops by the concierge's desk and arranges to have his clothes from last night cleaned and pressed, and orders a dozen red roses to be sent to his room for Kate, in case he can get her back there tonight. Walking out of the hotel he slides behind the wheel of his waiting car.