Immersion Playground
Book #3: Flight to Paradise
Chapter 5
The bed moving drags Kate from the darkness of sleep. She doesn't open her eyes as she lies comfortably in the bed, giving herself time for the fog to clear. A jaw cracking yawn escapes her as she stretches languorously, a pleasant soreness in her nether regions reminding her of the previous night's activities. She'd followed through on her promise to fuck the shit out Mac, but he'd fucked the shit out of her right back, the memory bringing a smile to her lips.
She doesn't remember much about last night after that mind-bending orgasm as she floated on top of the water. After that, she felt like she'd orgasmed for hours while he'd furiously churned her butter. She also clearly remembers sitting in his lap in the hot tub before he dried her off and carried her to bed. She must have crashed the minute she touched the sheets because there's nothing after that until now. But between those two events, it's like a dream. Sensations, disjointed images that didn't make a lot of sense. He must have fucked her every which way but loose last night, and the smile returns to her lips.
Mac comes out of the bathroom. It's still early, just after six-thirty, the sun barely brightening the suite's windows. He's had some wild sex before, but none had left his cock as sore as last night had, but he'd go again, right now, if Kate is willing, the mere thought of making love to her enough to start him hardening. As he pads across the carpet to the bed she stretches and yawns, the robe pulling further open revealing even more tempting flesh. He crawls back into the bed, saying nothing, hovering over her until her eyes open. As she smiles, he lowers himself, his lips touching hers as her arms surround him, pulling him tight.
His kiss is gently passionate, not the overheated and needy kiss from last night. That need had been met and filled to overflowing with passion spent. They linger over the kiss, not rushing, needing nothing more than the touch of their bodies. He settles onto her before sliding his hand under her back, another under her hips. Supporting her head with his arm, he rolls to his back, pulling her with him. She moves with him, helping him tumble, placing her legs to either side of his hips, the bathrobe she slept in draping over them both. As they settle, Kate on top, never breaking the kiss, he teases the robe from her body and tosses it off the bed.
Finally, she slowly pulls back, looking into his face with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Good morning," she breathes. "Not a bad way to wake up." He's already hard, his cock trapped between their bodies. As sore as she is, she'll take him again, now, if he were to ask.
He touches her lips with a finger. "Good morning to you, beautiful." He surprises himself, calling her beautiful. She's undoubtedly beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen, but he isn't given to using pet names, but somehow, calling her that seems right and natural. "How'd you sleep?"
She smiles. "Like a stone. Like someone that had been well and truly fucked." She pauses for a moment. "You?" she asks, her voice bright as she grins.
He's surprised at Kate's choice of words, and despite his best efforts he can't contain the chuckle as it bubbles forth. She's not only a lover of unprecedented skill and enthusiasm, she's funny as hell too. "The same. Like someone who's been well and truly fucked."
Her smile spread, glad to know she'd given as good as she got. Or nearly so anyway. "I told you payback was a bitch."
He chuckles again, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle most appealingly. "That you did." He pauses, stroking her hair out of her face.
My God, she's beautiful. I didn't realize how beautiful until just now
. "Breakfast won't be here for almost another twenty minutes. Whatever shall we do?" he murmurs.
Her smile broadens even more, a smile that causes his stomach to flip over. "I have an idea," she says, lowering her mouth to his again.
His lips are firm and warm, his mouth welcoming hers, his tongue indulging her need to play, taste, and consume. She licks his lips, and when he nibbles on hers, she smiles against his mouth, opening her eyes to watch him. She catches him looking at her, his gaze intense, and she feels a heady excitement at the knowledge that even just kissing her arouses him and makes him want her. She caresses the flesh over his cheekbones, down the sides of his face, her hunger simmering just below the surface. Back at the irresistible temptation of his mouth, she suckles his top lip, before she treats his bottom lip to the same. When she opens her mouth over his, he sucks her in her tongue as he takes over the kiss.
He takes her in, and lets her fill him, reveling in the taste and feel of her, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her scent, letting the essence of her envelop him in warm pleasure.
Mac and Kate are still engaged in their passions, not counting the passage of time as they enjoyed each other, until the call of "Room service!" at the door, accompanied by a sharp knock, brings them back to the real world.
"Breakfast," he announces, playfully tossing her off him before rising from the bed and grabbed the robe from the floor on the way out of the room. Moments later he brings the tray into the room, sitting it on the table next to her.
"Breakfast is served," Mac says, lifting the covers so she can see what he'd ordered.
On the large tray is French toast with syrup, regular toast with butter on the side, hot and sweet Italian sausages, scrambled eggs, fresh strawberries, coffee, and orange juice.
"Mac, we're not feeding the five thousand, you know," she protests, seeing all the food as she slides up in the bed, propping on the headboard while stuffing a pillow into the small of her back for comfort.
"No, but we're feeding me, and I'm hungry," he replies, settling on the bed, facing her, left foot on the floor, the right bent comfortably in front of him on the bed. "You were insatiable last night, and a man must replenish that what he expends." He waggles his eyebrows at her. "You wouldn't want me at less than my best, would you?"
She giggles at his silliness. "I very much doubt that you are ever at anything but your best."
"Well, I'm really doing this for you, you know, trying to keep my end up, to make sure you have no cause to complain when you leave here, so to speak." His tone is innocent, but the smile that curves his lips tell the real story of his intentions.
"For some reason I doubt you have much trouble keeping your end up. You certainly didn't last night," she smiles.
She reaches for a slice of French toast, slathering syrup over it before cutting it into bite-size pieces, placing one in her mouth in the most seductive way she knows how and pinching the fork with her lips as she slowly draws the fork out. He notices the way she consumes her first morsel of food but says nothing, refusing to let her lead him around by his libido. They eat their breakfast, enjoying each other's company and talking about the upcoming day.
"I have a surprise for you this morning," he says as breakfast winds down, Kate sipping at a coffee.
"Oh?" she purrs, a smile forming on her lips. "I might have one for you too."
He chuckles. He might like to find out Kate's surprise, had she not worn his ass out the night before. "That's for later. I've arranged for some private shooting lessons this morning."
She sits her cup on the tray and stretches, loosening the kinks in her muscles. "Oh really? And who is this crack marksman that's going to be performing the lesson?" she asks, baiting him with her words.
He chuckles again. "Me. I'll make you a deal. If I can outshoot you, with your gun, you have to let me buy you lunch."
"And if I win?" she asks, her voice light and teasing.
"What do you want?"
She thinks about it for a moment. "If I win, I get to have my way with you for one hour. Anything I want to do to you goes for that hour." She watches his smile flicker for a moment, undoubtedly imagining the erotic tortures she can inflict on a helpless man in an hour. "Nothing
too
painful, okay?" she says with a smile. "What's the matter? Not so confident now?"
