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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"Oh good," Kathy said, eagerly reaching for his pants. She licked her lips, hands skimming over the bulge there. "I mean, it would just be terrible to have your handprints on my ass."

Totally. Absolutely dreadful. Oh noes.

"So, just to make sure I understand, sir, you want me to take your cock out of your pants, lean in real close, and wrap my mouth right around your cock and then swallow you down to the back of my throat?" Specificity was important.

"Mmmf," Anders said, and then cleared his suddenly tight throat so he could form words. "I -- yes. That's what I want."

She made a big production out of slowly unzipping his pants, the metal buzzing with each unfastened tang, then unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down over his hips. His underwear came next and suddenly Anders was standing in a puddle of cloth and his cock was there for the taking.

So she did.

Not with her hands, no. Those were clasped behind her back, just leaving her to lean forward, mouth open, letting him slide between her lips, taking him as far back as she could, until her nose was pressed into his abdomen and the head of his cock was pressing against her throat.

"Kathy...." Anders said, voice a long, low groan. His hips rocked slightly against her mouth.

Maker, he loved her.

Kathy held him there for several seconds, just letting him savor the feel of her mot mouth all around him, then started to move in earnest. Her lips were bright pink as they slid over his pale skin and her tongue circled his tip and tickled the divot right below it. She glanced up at him, locking her eyes with his, falling into them while her hands unfurled from behind her to cling to his hips to keep him steady.

Anders muttered a swear, then buried his hands in her hair. "Good job," he said, once his head was clear enough that he could talk again. "I'm still going to get that ass of yours nice and red."

"Mmhmm," Kathy hummed around his dick, nodding her head as enthusiastically as she could without interfering with her task at--well, it wasn't really hand. "Mmmm..."

Hopefully that dreamy little noise let him know how much she was looking forward to it. But, for now, he'd given her an order and she was following through, sucking him off until he said she was done.

Not that she was in any hurry for that. Going down on Anders was a delight.

And Anders wasn't in any hurry to end the festivities either. He breathed deeply as she worked him over, hands deep in her thick dark hair as she drew him closer (but not too close, not yet) to that peak.

She was wet, deliciously wet, and her clit felt round and swollen between her thighs. She worked him over for long minutes, sometimes using long, deep strokes where she had to swallow to fit him all in, other times using faster, shallower ones where she put a lot of suction on the head and used her tongue and the pressure of her lips to drive him wild.

One hand slid from his waist to his ass, pressing her finger against his entrance for another thrill.

Anders gasped, legs going wobbly as they spread to encourage her probing.

"Not ... not gonna be able to take this much longer," he ground out, which wasn't exactly stop.

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.

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