not_every_mage | Explorean Cozumel, Cozumel, Mexico

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Explorean Cozumel, Cozumel, Mexico

It had been a bright, clear morning when Anders and Kathy got into the portal in Fandom, and it remained bright and clear when they stumbled out of the Portalocity terminal attached to the Explorean resort.

But Mexico was hotter -- much hotter -- and the water was a clear aqua, instead of the muddy gray of Fandom's bay. Anders sighed in pleasure as he reached for Kathy's hand.

"I can already tell this is going to be a very relaxing two weeks."

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She quirked her eyebrows at him, basically asking You gonna stop me? with her expression alone. Because he'd have to physically pull away to get himself out of her mouth now, her hands delicately exploring his sac and the soft bulge behind them.

"Can't pull out now," Anders said, and permitted himself the relief of fucking her mouth.

He might not last past what Kathy's lips, tongue and hands were doing. But that mattered less and less as the moments passed.

That just meant he'd have to play with her till he was ready to take her again, didn't it? Kathy was hardly going to complain about that.

She moaned around his dick again, feeling his thrusts pick up speed as he took the reins back from her, hammering her mouth hard. This was always her favorite part, where what she'd been doing pushed him past the point of thought and control. With another eager little noise, she adjusted her mouth and encouraged him to take as much as he wanted.

Anders gave up on trying to hold back, gave up on everything except the warmth of her mouth and the rhythm of his hips. With a groan, he spilled himself into her mouth before letting his hands go slack in her hair.

And Kathy drank him down, swallow after swallow, her tongue delicately licking all over to make sure she didn't miss a drop. She held him tightly so he couldn't move, teasing him until he was just at the edge of too much sensitivity, and only then did she pull away to grin up at him.

"Am I still getting that spanking?" she asked. "I was a good girl, wasn't I?"

"You were the best girl," Anders answered in a dazed voice. "Hmm. You might still need a paddling to make sure you stay that way."

He sat in the armchair, arms wide, and gave her an expectant look. "Over my knees, or bent over the bed? Ladies' choice."

"Across your knees," Kathy said thickly. "And since I was so good, could I have your fingers inside me while you do?"

Normally, Kathy liked getting her ass slapped when riding someone as opposed to an actual spanking. But she was finding--in this role anyway--the idea of being splayed over Anders' thighs with her ass in the air and him interspersing slaps with teasing her cunt to be the most tantalizing image she'd had in awhile.

"Maybe," Anders said. "I'll have to think about it. It might be fun to have you squirming that way."

Which meant yes, and also that he had the same mental image as Kathy.

Kathy remained kneeling on the floor, waiting for him to take a seat. Her hair spilled over her shoulders in a profusion of dark locks over pale skin, with bits of color poking through. The red of her lips, the coral of her nipples, the splash of color from the tattoo on her right shoulder. She was pink down below, too, but that was hidden between primly closed thighs.

"Leave my ass marked so there's no question it's yours?" she teased. "And the rest of me dripping so there's no question there, either?"

"...guh," Anders responded intelligently as he seated himself. "Yes. All pink and wet and begging for more."

[OOC: I blinked and it was four days later. IDEK.]

And as soon as he was settled, Kathy was crawling into his lap, positioning herself across his lap, ass in the air. "Think you can make me beg for it? Like to find out."

[Weekends are hard, yo.]

"I think that if I can't," Anders said, as he slid the last of her clothing out of the way to bare her ass, "it's going to be damned fun to try."

He raised his hand and brought it down in a short, sharp smack.

"Ah!" Kathy squirmed under his hand, feeling the skin of her ass heat up. She thrust herself up towards his hand again. "Touch me," she said in a low, choked voice. "Feel how wet I am."

"And you didn't even say please," Anders observed, as he gave her another smack.

But his free hand was creeping between her thighs all the same.

Kathy hissed when his hand descended again. The force of that smack traveled right down to her clit and she writhed in his lap. "Looks like I still need the correction you're dishing out," Kathy said in a low moan.

"Looks like it," Anders agreed, tone vaguely strangled. He corkscrewed his fingers between her legs, teasing at her clit. "Is that what you wanted?"

Whimpering, all Kathy could do was nod and raise her ass up for another, her hand in her mouth so she could bite down at need. This wouldn't get her all the way, but it certainly served as a potent bit of foreplay, leaving her absolutely soaked, needy, and almost certainly primed to beg him for more.

Anders spent a long moment just stroking her and watching the reactions before giving her three spanks, each a little harder than the last. "Is that almost enough, you bad girl?"

Kathy nodded against his thigh. It was enough spanking anyway, the skin of her ass tender and warm and probably bright red. "But I'm still so needy..." she whispered. "Please Anders..."

"All right," Anders whispered back, and used one hand to try to tease her to orgasm while the other made its way to her breasts.

Oh god, if he was going to tease her to orgasm, it was entirely possible she might die. Just up and expire in his lap, teased to death. His clit was round and soft, already doing the begging she hadn't--quite--been pushed to and her cunt was wet and greedily clinging to his fingers. Her nipples were sharp and hard and ached under his touch.

"Fuck, I want you," she groaned. "Anders..."

"Tell me what you need," Anders said, hands no longer moving and a fierce intensity in his eyes. "But ask nicely."

"Your mouth," she asked, twisting slightly so she could look him in the eyes. "Pretty please with sugar on top? I just want to come for you so bad."

"I think I might be all right with that," Anders acknowledged around an eager thickness in his throat. He scooped Kathy up again, meaning to carry her over to the bed. "Let's get you comfortable."

And once more Kathy was in his arms, reflecting that there was no place she'd really rather be right now.

Well, maybe in his arms, on the bed, with him fucking her in that sexy, languid way he sometimes did where it didn't feel like he was rushing and yet hit her in all the right places anyway, but even then, 'in his arms' was an important facet of that little daydream, too.

"I love you so goddamn much," she said, the words slipping out.

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