RP: Island getaway
Date: 23 September 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
( It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zach Smith
Location: Mandy's flat and her family's home in Northumberland
Status: Private
Summary: Mandy needs to check on the wards around her family's home. Zach comes along for help and company.
Completion: Incomplete.
( It had felt terribly lonely to visit the deserted place in the spring. This time, she was bringing a friend along for company. )
She barely noticed him taking off her shirt and bra, just mindlessly intent on cooperating so he'd touch her again. Her arm was around his neck again, fingers tangling and closing in his hair while her other hand strayed restlessly back to his hip. He pinched her nipples and she felt warm wetness slide from her in response, felt how swollen and slick she was just as he dropped a hand there and cupped her, long fingers rubbing between her legs.
"So good," she whimpered. She shifted her thighs apart, her legs shaking a little. His hand went to open the zip in her jeans while he pushed her forward with another grinding thrust of his hips, and a harsh moan escaped her as her breasts were pressed against the glass, cool on her aching nipples. Her hands instinctively reached to brace her against the window and her sobbing breath fogged up the glass as she dropped her forehead to the pane, feeling his hand slide inside her jeans, flirting with the elastic of her knickers.
Shaking with need, she lowered one hand to close around his wrist and then slide down, her fingers lying on top of his larger ones. She pressed down, slid both their hands inside her knickers, then further, felt his fingertips reach her curls, the top of her cleft, and nudge her open, gliding on the flood of welcoming wetness. She didn't know whether the jolt that went through them started from her and him, but she was moaning his name, lips wet on the dewy glass pane, as she pressed against the window and into his hand, shivering with the cool and flushed with the heat, caught in electrified arousal.
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His breathing accelerated at once and he shifted, spreading his legs as well as he ground against her, rubbing into her arse as his fingers were pressed down over her damp curls and dripping folds.
Fuck, fuck, oh fuck...
"Fuck, yes, show me," he whispered, letting one finger dip inside of her, feeling her own fingers on top of his. With his other hand he shoved her trousers and knickers down over her hips and he pressed his forehead against her shoulder as he looked down between them. Her bare bottom was canted toward him, and his erection was pressed against her cleft as they moved together. She was so fucking wet, and he reached down to open his own denims, pushing them down and letting his cock bob forward, pressing naked against her arse.
"Mandy," he whispered, fingering her deeper, kissing her throat, biting her softly. "What do you need, love? What can I do for you?"
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She wasn't prepared for what he did, making her wait longer, saying her name and asking her, while a long finger slid slowly in and out of her, his palm gently rubbing over her clit. Her breath left her on a choked sob. She knew what Zach wanted her to say. She wanted to tell him, too, and she thought he realised that, or he wouldn't have tried to make her. He knew this wasn't easy for her.
"Please. Want you to--" Her voice broke as she whimpered, fighting the amazing resistance against such simple words. She was too aware of the sweetly pristine room around her, everything proper and neat like she'd been raised to, all the things a nice girl shouldn't say. She pressed her burning cheek against the cold glass, and dropping her gaze she saw her own naked body, his glistening fingers working between her legs, her jeans shoved down on her thighs, and suddenly realised they both still had their boots on; Zach wasn't even undressed, only his denims pushed down on his hips. His lips were moving over her throat, kissing and nipping tenderly, and she arched back as both the roughness and the gentleness of this made something in her shudder and give in, telling him what she needed in a shaking whisper.
"Fuck me." Whimpering again, running hot and cold with excitement and apprehension, before she gasped it out with more force, pushing her bum back against the hard, straining length of his cock. "Please, fuck me. Oh, God. Zach. Need you to, now, please."
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She wanted this as much as he did. He hadn't realized before now. It was odd, because he assumed she was more reserved, more timid, but she wasn't at all. She wanted the same things he did and her asking for it made him gasp and thrust forward, shoving her tighter against the glass.
Fuck me.
"Ohgod," he whimpered, bending his knees and holding her hips as he moved, sliding his cock down underneath her, jabbing upward blindly a few times before taking his fingers from her clit and gasping as he guided himself between her folds. The head of his cock slid in easily, snug inside her tightness, and he pulled her hips back and down as he thrust up hard, biting back the urge to cry out as he took her.
It was awkward as hell, and sloppy, but he couldn't stop, couldn't slow down. His fingers clenched into her hips and his other hand moved on top of hers, forcing her fingers over her clit, back further to feel where they were joined and he sank his teeth into her throat as the pace became frenzied.
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