RP: Island getaway

[shh_mandy]

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.

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[shh_mandy]

Mandy laughed quietly. "Oh, I was so shocked by you at the start, you know? The way you'd provoke without batting an eyelash, say the most outrageous things to get a rise out of me. But very fast, I found it ... liberating. Exhilarating even. So I guess you do bring it out in me. I don't talk to anyone else quite the way I do with you."

She was still for a few moments, nibbling her lip. "That was hard for me, to say that to you," she confessed. "But it ... it turned me on, too. I'm getting a bit better at it, maybe? You never laugh at me when I stammer and blush, that helps."

It felt so strange and exciting to have him doing this to her here, outdoors, under the open sky, daring almost, even though there was no one here to watch them. Even his voice sounded different here, an intimate murmur under the sing-song whistle of the wind, the words making her tremble as much as the solid heat of him behind her and the steady caress of his fingers on her skin. "Oh, Zach." Her voice shook, too, unsteady with arousal and wonder. "How can anything feel this good?" Whimpering, she turned her face to him, her breath shuddering out of her as she traced her lips along his jaw, the corner of his mouth, wordless supplication for a kiss.

[shh_zach]

"I know you were," he said, chuckling. "You were so easy to bait. Still are. I love it. And I'm glad you don't talk to anyone else the way you do me. I love having you to myself that way. Even if it means you're yelling at me."

"Oh babe, you're fantastic at it." He kissed her jaw, and her lips and her chin. "I love it when you stammer and blush. It turns me on even more. Don't you know that? I love to hear you talk like that. You're perfect."

Turning his face, he caught her lips, pressing his tongue in between her soft parted lips. He pressed against her more firmly and ached to be inside her but there was no way he'd take her again so soon after that. He'd hurt her. Gently, he unbuttoned her denims and lowered the zip, pressing his fingers against her belling and slipping them underneath the waistband of her knickers. "Let me?" he asked, quietly, kissing her, kissing her.

[shh_mandy]

"Hey," she protested, holding back a giggle and pinching his thigh just a little bit. "I'm not that easy to bait, Smith." They both knew she was; she was demonstrating it right this instant. And that was half of the fun, just as him baiting her was the other half. They'd perfected it to an art form over the years.

"Yeah? I guess I'll just keep on stammering and blushing my way through it then," she whispered, giving him a shy little grin through the soft kisses he rained down on her face. "So lucky for me you happen to like that, huh?"

She moaned low in her throat when he caught her lips, his tongue so soft tracing inside her mouth, his fingers moving deftly at the front of her jeans. It seemed he wasn't going to admonish her to eat first, after all. She was so relieved. She was much more hungry for this, right now.

"God, yes," she whimpered quietly, urgently, spreading her legs as wide as she could inside of his thighs. There was wet warmth between her legs and she was taut with tension as his hand pressed on her stomach and inched under the edge of her knickers, moving down inside her denims which were impractically tight. Blushing again and biting her lip, she reached down and wriggled them a few inches lower on her hips, offering his hand a bit more room to work in.

She felt how hard he was, pressing against her backside, and wanted to lie down, to have Zach make love to her here under the bright sky, but she couldn't think with his fingers teasing slowly downward through her curls. She could only hold herself tensely still in the breathless anticipation, small sounds of urgent need suddenly spilling from her lips into his mouth as he encountered the slick wetness between her folds and dipped smoothly, gently inside.

[shh_zach]

"You are too," he said, grinning and covering her hand with his own. "I think it's fantastic."

"Mmmm, you keep doing exactly what you're doing. I love everything you do."

He caught her moan in his mouth, sucking on her tongue, her lips, gentle and slow. His cock throbbed in his pants and he rocked forward, moaning as well at the warm friction.

Her voice, the way she moved, made him crazy and his hand trembled as he tried to keep from ripping her clothes off of her body.

Her thighs spread at a touch and he slid his hand down over her mound, through the soft, damp curls between her thighs. The pads of his fingers found her wet already and he gasped and kissed her deeper, slowly moving his fingers in tiny circles over the hardened nub at the top of her folds before sliding his fingers inside. He groaned louder, his chest rumbling with a growl. "I love feeling you. You're so tight, so wet... I want you all over me. Want to taste you for days, smell you... God, Mandy. Want you so bad."

[shh_mandy]

Oh God, Zach's fingers sliding there and his tongue sliding in her mouth and the words he moaned over her lips in a hoarse low voice. She arched and writhed in his arms, gasping his name as his fingers pressed inside, her muscles clenching down on him involuntarily. He wanted her too, he told her so, and she could feel his erection pressing against her bum which made her wiggle back against him desperately, nearly undone by what he was doing to her.

"God, yes, yes," she said, nearly sobbing. "Please, can we ... lie down, make love? Would you ... here?" She wanted all of it, face to face, to feel him inside her, moving slowly together, and she forced her eyes open and cast about frantically for her wand. It was there right at her side, next to the forgotten basket of food. She grasped hard around the wand handle, focussed with all her might on her clothing and cast a wordless Evanesco.

Under the blanket, under his hands, her skin was suddenly bare, and her clothes appeared perfectly folded next to the blanket they were sitting on. Even in the most distracting circumstances, Mandy couldn't help being a bit of a neat freak.

She turned to him, about to cast the spell on him, too, then all at once faltered in desire-addled doubt, blushing to the roots of her hair as she gazed, bewildered, into his eyes. Stripping him stark naked with a wave of her wand was a bit rude wasn't it, without asking permission, even if he had his fingers inside her and was kissing her as though kissing was better than breathing? She cleared her voice, her palm sweaty where it gripped the wand so tightly. "C-can I ... do you mind?" she stammered on a moan, pleading him with her eyes. She needed to feel him, so badly.

[shh_zach]

"Are you sure?" Zach asked gruffly, licking into her mouth, his finger delving deeper. "Fuck, I want you so bad... you're not too sore? You sure?"

Apparently she was, cause in the next moment she was naked and turning in his arms, all warm skin under the blankets. "Ohgod," he hissed, sliding his finger in deep, deeper, cupping her, grinding his palm against her. Her soft breasts pressed against his shirt and he wanted nothing more than to be naked against her.

Then she blushed and paused, staring at him and he almost pulled away, thinking she'd changed her mind when she opened her mouth and his jaw dropped open. There was no way he could have stopped the gobsmacked expression.

"Are you... do I..." He blinked and then kissed her. Hard. "You have... an open ended... invite... to undress me... anytime... anywhere... whenever... you... want." Each word was separated by a kiss, by his hand sliding against her. "Come on, babe. Want to feel you."

[shh_mandy]

"Yeah," she moaned, "I'm sure, just ... go slow at first, it'll be fine, God, I don't care if it's sore."

Zach never stopped the caresses, until he pulled back and stared at her like she'd gone crazy, except in a way that was very affectionate too, and then he kissed her so passionately that she wasn't too embarrassed. He told her "Come on," but he was still kissing her and sliding his hand between her legs, and her wand was shaking in her fingers. She closed her eyes, concentrated as hard as she could through the pulsing haze of arousal, and spoke the charm aloud this time because she wasn't certain she was focussed enough for a wordless spell.

She let out her breath in a whimper as she felt him, his naked skin against hers, a shock of relief and silk-smooth heat that quickly flared into a greater impatience. The wand dropped out of her hand, and moaning over his lips she pressed against him, sliding her breasts against his chest and squirming down on his palm, on his long finger that thrust and twisted deeply inside her. The blanket slid down off her shoulders, and she felt the cool gust of the wind and the warmth of the sun, light blazing against her shut eyelids.

Mandy gasped, lowering her face to his shoulder, licking the sweet-salt taste off his skin as she closed her fingers gently around his erection and stroked it slowly from base to tip, the sweet tightness building low in her belly as she clenched hard around his sliding finger and ached for more, feeling hollow with the craving for him.

[shh_zach]

Still kissing him, she said the spell and suddenly there was nothing seperating them anymore. He moaned, breathless, feeling cool air slide over him as the blanket shifted, moaning louder at the sight of her gorgeous breasts bathed in sunlight.

Her fingers closed around his cock as she rocked against him, making him buck forward into her grip and her lips and tongue trailed across his shoulder.

He had to have her. Now.

Gently, so very gently, he pulled away and cradled her against him as he turned them, carefully laying her on her back, his arms under her, one hand cupping the back of her head. Teh blankets had fallen free and he made sure the one behind her back was in place to lay her one. He tugged the other one up over the both and then leaned down to kiss her. "I'll go slow. I won't hurt you. I promise." He kissed her again and again as he shifted his hips forward, urging her legs farther apart as he slowly felt the tip of his cock start to sink into her wetness.

[shh_mandy]

She laid her arms around his neck and half-closed her eyes as he turned them about, his arms supporting her, his hands so careful it made her smile at him in wonder, and then he lowered over her, leaning on his arms cradling her as he kissed her again. Their tongues slid slowly together while her fingers tangled in his hair, lovingly sifting through the fair strands. They were tousled by the wind and the rain earlier, and she thought she could feel the familiar damp of the sea on his hair, the salt that carried in on the wind and left its trace on everything on the island.

Oh God, Zach. She still could sometimes scarcely believe that he was hers to feel this way.

She could smell that salt on the air as well as the freshness of the rainshowers, and the sunshine warming wet rocks and grass and the dewy perfume of the wild saltspray roses, and it all mingled with the close warm scent of him, equally familiar, equally loved. When he touched her thighs she opened her legs to him completely, a slow undulating arch of her whole body inviting him as she looked up at him, the way the midday sun painted a golden halo around his hair and his shoulders, leaving his face in intimate shadows, his blue eyes dark with hunger and tenderness as he began pressing inside her.

"I know that," she whispered with complete confidence, "I know you won't hurt me," and she didn't even brace for it, trusting him as he rocked inside her slowly, with such care, while she tilted her hips up to welcome him, the hardness of him sliding up to fill the soft tender emptiness inside. There were sounds all around them, the steady crooning of waves and wind and the cries of seabirds and their own sighs and moans of pleasure, and it made her smile, too.

They lay completely still for a while, just kissing softly and breathing in time, while her body lazily contracted and released around him in rhythm with the slow throb of him inside her, an ebb and flow as perfect as the tides. She knew the gasping climb to ecstacy was just a movement, a touch away, but right here and now she was awash in bliss, completely at peace. She could have held him like this forever.

[shh_zach]

Her thighs parted for him, around him, soft and smooth and warm and he pressed in gently, as careful as he could, sliding in so slowly, his muscles trembling from trying so very hard not to hurt her.

Her trust was implicit and he held her as he pressed all the way in, holding still, kissing her, feeling her lips move against his, her tongue slide into his mouth. She throbbed around him, a slow, lazy pulse and his cock thrummed inside of her, held tight and safe in her arms.

The sun was warm on his back and the wind cool and he covered her completely, wanting to keep her warm.

Reaching up, he brushed his fingers through her hair and broke from the kiss long enough to look at her, to smile down at her. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, completely in awe of her. "I've never met anyone as beautiful as you."

He kissed her gently, their breath mingling together, his fingers sliding through her hair. He loved her. So very much. He didn't know how long they lay like that, holding each other, kissing, touching, just feeling. But eventually, the need to move overwhelmed him and he pulled out, a slow motion, careful, holding, and then pressing just as easily back inside. "Does... does it hurt?" he asked softly, kissing her cheek, her eyelids, her nose.

[shh_mandy]

Zach withdrew a fraction from the kiss, looking down in her face, and his gaze had all his heart in it and his smile too, his fingers threading through her hair as he whispered to her. His voice, so close, so dear. He made her feel cherished, sheltered. Their breaths shook a little, together. She found him beautiful too. Just beautiful. She couldn't find her voice to say it but she told him with her smile, with her eyes, instead, with her fingertips tracing a soft nonsensical pattern over his shoulders.

Eventually, he pulled almost out, slow and careful, and she held her breath, then moaned out softly as he pressed gently back, the length of him filling her again. Her body was squeezing him, pulling at him in a deep, sensual pulse, everything slick and tight down there.

After the frantic encounter this morning she'd been prepared for a trace of discomfort, nothing so bad it would matter in the least, but there wasn't even that. He felt so good inside her, above her, there was no room for anything to hurt. "No," she whispered back, smiling when he kissed her nose. "It doesn't at all. It feels perfect." She pulled one leg up, bent at the knee, sliding her calf down his bottom and his thighs. The warm thrumming need was building inside, the restless compulsion to move, to feel more. Biting her lip, she let her head fall back, raised her hips up to him, a tentative, imploring motion. "Oh God," she whispered. "Zach, I need you to ... please, more."

[shh_zach]

Her head fell back, cradled in his hand and he moved so slowly, relieved when she said it didn't hurt. He wanted it to be as wonderful for her as it was for him.

She was breathtaking.

Her leg slid lazily over his hip, pulling him in deep and her moaned again, breathless, swept up in the moment as he pressed their lips together, catching her whispered words on his tongue.

Oh.

He sped up just a bit, keeping the motion even. He set a slow, rolling rhythm, pressing their bodies together on each inward thrust. Their chests moved against one another and he could feel her nipples pressed against him and he longed to lean down, suckle her, but he couldn't pull himself from that gorgeous mouth.

She was so tight, so hot, so consuming around him. Warm and wet and perfect for him, so perfect and he closed his eyes and thrust in again and again, feeling her and hearing her and smelling her and nothing else in the entire world mattered but this.

[shh_mandy]

She whimpered into his mouth when he started moving steadily in and out of her, and arched up to meet him at each thrust, her legs stretching out and twining with his, restlessly, tensely gliding. They were pressed together, warm skin to skin the full length of her body, and Zach slowly, firmly ground into her every time he pressed inside, teasing friction sliding over her clit while she felt him move in her. So deep, so luxuriously unhurried, just like their kisses. Like having all the time in the world.

Her hands, light on his face, at his shoulders, stroked down his back in distracted, tender patterns, but steadily, the tension grew, because they both knew where they were going and they both knew it would be good, so good, and her hands wandered to his flexing bottom, squeezing and pressing him close every time he bore down on her, every time she surged up to meet him. She tore from the kiss, neck arching as her face turned, because she was moaning and gasping to fill her lungs for the inexorable sweet climb, her skin breaking out in a fine sweat where he covered her, making them slide slickly together.

"Zach..." The word came on a gasping breath, endearment and entreaty and shaking wonder, the only word in the world. She pressed up against him, faster now, urging him on, needing more of him, more of this.

[shh_zach]

So careful, so sweet, he took her gently, even when he sped up, making sure to stay low on top of her, touching as much of her as he could, covering her completely. Her legs twined with his and her hands, her sweet, soft, warm hands moved over his shoulders, his arms, and down to his arse.

Ohgod.

He pushed in a bit more firmly, feeling her hands slide and move and press against his straining muscles. It felt so good, to be this close, to hold her, to fuck her here in the open air, in the sun, with the salt on her lips and her skin.

"Can you come like this?" he whispered, breathless. He was getting precariously close and he could feel her body already start to tense, tightening around him as he moved. "Can you come on my cock? Do you need me to touch you? Or can you come just from me fucking you?"

[shh_mandy]

Zach kept pace with her more urgent motions, not hurrying her, just following closely in time, firmer thrusts now that sent aching pleasure reverberating from each impact, drawing a steady flow of low moans and cries from her. His eyes were intent on her reactions, glazed over with pupils blown wide under heavy lids, dark eyelashes clumped together with sweat, his glistening lips parted for his panting breath. So beautiful, so sensual. Just looking at him made her shake, unable to tear her gaze away, immersed in him and in the sensations.

The pressure was building, sweetly constricting at the base of her stomach, tingling and racing through her body from head to toes, her calves stretching, hips tensing and lifting, hands clutching onto his bum in a quietly insistent message of don't stop. He slid in and out of her, she could feel the soft tight give in her body each time he pressed inside, the greedy clutching as he pulled out. She was light-headed from breathing so hard, nearly sobbing when he asked her and God, usually she did need a bit of help, but the intense contact of this position had her so close and the wide sky and sea around them had her so open to him, beyond naked, and maybe--

And then, his voice breathless and rasping, he elaborated on his first question, and the raw words reached to touch her as surely as his hands used to do, and she shook and stammered and sobbed. "I can ... on your ... like this ... just ... please, now, please--"

His hips snapped and her fingers were digging into his muscles as she arched up and cried, coming around him in slow gripping contractions, soft and hard and beautiful and her eyes were half open to the sky, but it was like the white-gold blaze of the sun was pulsing inside her.

[shh_zach]

Higher and higher they climbed, a steady motion, pushing them both closer to the edge. Her hair spread out over the ground, over his hand, as she arched up into him, her body undulating against his.

Her fingers clenched into his arse, pulling him deeper with each thrust, holding him so close. He tightened his arms around her, gasping as he drove into her, sliding their bodies together.

She was shaking and sobbing and he wasn't much better, barely hanging on. He didn't want to let her go, didn't want her to let him go, and then she was speaking, her words broken and oh god, she tightened, tightened...

And came.

Her body closed around him, her fingers clenched, her legs tightened, and she held him tight, throbbing, her head tossed back, back arched, as she pulled him inside and he thrust coming instantly, pouring himself into her, breathing her, loving her, holding her.

It seemed to go on forever and when they were done they lay together, sweaty and warm, twined, lips touching as he kissed her softly. "Beautiful," he rasped, his voice unsteady. "So gorgeous."