Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension) - Entry post 2
Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension) - POST TWO
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"Mac..."
It helped that the sun was descending and nightfall was just around the corner. It also helped that her shirt was lying over by the table, and her pants and bra were in a tangle in the middle of the tent.
His hands were hot and dry, moisture leeched from them from two weeks amongst the sands. His lips were hot on her neck. Together, they stumbled backwards towards the bed, narrowly avoiding landing on the mosquito net and pulling the whole structure down on top of them. Sam shuffled backwards onto the camp bed, a part of her mind concentrating on the fact that it was rather inclined to collapse suddenly if uneven pressure was applied. The rest of her mind was taken up with the bare, tanned skin of his chest, strong shoulders, long-fingered hands as they fumbled at the buttons of his jeans...
Ah, screw it - let the bed collapse.
She leaned forwards and grabbed at his belt, shoving his hands aside and tugging the buttons deftly apart. Mac found a better use for his hands. Propping himself half over her, he ran one hand swiftly from her bare knee up to the bend of her hip, paused to kick off his jeans and underwear, and hooked a finger in her panties. Then he looked up, and held her eyes as he slowly, slowly dragged them down. Sam found she was breathing hard, her heart thumping. He threw them behind him, and for a moment they stopped, lingering, enjoying the moment - and then they were wrapped in one another's arms, kissing hard, falling back.
Sam ran her hands down to the small of his back, and over the curve of his ass, encouraging him forwards. Mac groaned, and for a moment he panted into her neck, pressing forwards, hot and hard and oh so welcome - "Waitwaitwait," he breathed. "Shit. I haven't-"
Sam stretched one arm back to snag her toiletries bag, and Mac eased back so she could bring it up to the bed and riffle through it. "So much for being prepared for anything," she teased, as she handed him a foil packet.
"They're in my tent!" he protested, and Sam grinned, leaning up on one elb ow to watch him unroll the condom on to himself. Thus protected, he stretched out beside her, and ran one hand appreciatively down from her neck, over the swell of one breast, pausing to run his thumb across the point of her nipple. Then he ran his hand down her stomach, burying his fingers in the hair at the juncture of her thighs. Sam lifted one leg to rest the flat of her foot on the bed, giving him better access. He twirled one finger lazily through her hair, and then slipped it lower, finding her clit. Sam groaned.
"Macmacmac..." she breathed nonsensically, and gripped his arm tightly. His finger rubbed relentlessly. Then she pushed him back, paused as the bed swayed alarmingly, and moved to straddle him. His eyes were dark, gaze fixed on her face as she ran her hands down his chest, to grip his erection firmly. She centered herself on him, and sinking down slowly. Sam closed her eyes, and heard his moan. When she looked again, his eyes were closed. His hands on her hips to help steady her as she shifted, getting comfortable.
Sam set up a steady rocking movement. The tremble in his fingers as they ran over her sides and breasts, and the warm urgency in her stomach, told her that neither of them was going to last long. "Oh, god," she said. "Mac."
One of his hands stayed on her breast, the other moved to her ass, helping her to press closer, harder, faster... "Sam," he groaned, and the hand on her breast slid down and rubbed against her clit instead. Sam gasped, threw her head back, and ground down hard against him, shaking as she came. Mac's hand pressed ruthlessly hard against her ass, and he followed swiftly, arching up beneath her involuntarily, and then collapsing, panting. They stayed there for a timeless moment, until -
"OH!" said Sam. Mac's eyes opened in alarm.
"What?"
Sam, in reply, got quickly off him, ran to the table and pressed a few buttons on the device. A gust of cool wind blew through the tent door, and she scurried back to bed. "Just figured it out," she said, and kissed his forehead.
They woke in the morning to rain drumming on the roof of the tent.
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Well, Sam Carter and Mac... I couldn't resist.
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"So much for being prepared for anything," she teased, as she handed him a foil packet.
Ahahahahaha! That's so perfect!
You're amazing. :D
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*blushes*
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