; spirit

--

As the image of her became visible his smile broadened. God, she was beautiful. “Pocahontas.” He held out the flowers, which happened to be roses, and soaked in the sight of her. “These are for you.” After she took them he stepped in slightly, wanting to kiss her long and hard, and deeply.

--

Rebecca took the flowers and smiled, though what she really wanted was him. As soon as they were in her hand, she was standing on tip toes and reaching her arms around his shoulders. She looked up into his bright blue eyes, and leaned in. She pursed her lips, trying to coax him to bend down and meet her.

--

There was no longer any hesitation, and the Englishman took her lips firmly. One hand rose to place at the back of her head, threading into her hair whilst the other splayed against the small of her back. He was leaned over, getting down for her and ensuring they were as close as possible. “Oh I missed you,” he murmured.

--

Rebecca had missed his kiss. It was warm and strong and full of sparks. She found herself hoping once again that he would stay. She placed her chin on his shoulder as soon as she could. “I missed you too,” she said before giving him a squeeze. When she let go she waved him in and went to get a vase for the roses. “How was your Christmas?” she asked.

--

“Pleasant. And yours?” He had seen family, and worked his commitments in London before flying back. He hadn’t spent enough time at the farm to go out of his mind, which was always a plus. “Something smells amazing.” As he closed the door a whiff of the bread was caught, and his mouth began to water. He followed her, looking about her place as he did.

--

“It was nice,” Rebecca said. She had kept the visit short, and managed to avoid her ex and still see her family. “That is the corn bread,” she said as she started pulling out pots and pans to make fried chicken and collard greens to go with it. “I hope you’re hungry, because I think I might have bought too much at the store,” she said. “And you’re welcome to sit down anywhere.”

--

John took a seat nearest to where she was working, without getting in her way. “I’m always hungry. Need any help?” He wondered briefly again if she had seen her ex, but as always swept the thought under a rug in his mind, so to speak.

--

“Nope. I’ve got it covered,” Rebecca said. She’d made this meal tons of times, and hardly needed anything. She looked over the counter at him and smiled as she started to bread and flour the chicken. “Are you okay with spicy?” she asked wondering if she should season the chicken the way she normally did.

--

“Probably for the best. I’m not too savvy in the kitchen unless we’re talking about breakfast of course,” which he hoped to be making for her in the morning and said with a grin. “Spicy is great. Season away.” He looked around the place once more, and found it quite pleasant. “You have a nice place here. Has your father ever been to visit?”

--

Rebecca smiled, and set up everything as she usually did. “He’ll probably come down for my birthday. He’s not too interested in snow,” she said with a smile. “He’s not sure I’ll stay here that long, but he’s wrong in this case. I love it here.” She really did love her job and the area, and she was far from done with learning the Aldyria forest. “Has your family every come over to the states?”

--

“When’s your birthday?” He asked curiously. “No, my uncle is getting on a bit now. It’d be a little too much for him I think, and since I’m based in London there’s never been a real reason for him to come over here. Hardly a reason for me to be here actually,” he chuckled. It was nice to get away sometimes, and it was an amazing place to visit. He shrugged, and watched her as she cooked. The way her body moved, how her clothes clung to her slim frame. The hills of her rear…

--

“March,” Rebecca replied. “When’s yours?” Her heart sank at his next statement, though her face didn’t show it. She thought for a moment just what that meant. He did come back after all, and she couldn’t leave it alone. She looked away from the chicken and up at him. “Why are you here then?” she asked.

--

March. He’d try to remember that. “January,” he smiled. “Usually, to escape and explore. Self indulgent really. Right now?” He bit down upon his bottom lip, keeping her gaze. “Unfinished business.” And he would be staying indefinitely. Or, at least he’d keep returning indefinitely. “There’s a beautiful girl I just can’t keep away from.”

--

Rebecca sighed to hear that. So he had come back specifically for her. She went back to cooking. “Really? She must be pretty special to get your attention,” she said. She clicked on the stove to heat up the oil. “I mean since you’re so famous and all.” She had maybe gone and found a few of his documentaries and watched them over the holiday. “Also don’t let me forget if your birthday is coming up. We at least have to go on some kind of date for that.”

--

“She is. I suspect can actually keep up with me. Putting up with me is a different challenge entirely, though. She’s kind, too, and there’s something peaceful about her,” he said truthfully. “And she’s gorgeous, too.” John was never one to play games with a woman. If he was interested they heard from him. If not they didn’t. He wasn’t a horny young man anymore, and sleeping with her had meant a little more than just sex. He was always going to fly back half way across the world to see Rebecca, and that decision had been made before their night on Mt. Elbert. “The circus in town is supposed to be good, we could grab a bite and then go?”

--

“That sounds great,” Rebecca said with a smile that refused to fade away thinking of all the compliments that he had just laid on her. “It’s usually me that doesn’t stick around but…” she found herself worried he wouldn’t. She started adding the pieces of chicken to the hot oil, and they sizzled and popped. “I’m really glad you came back.”

--

John smiled. Honestly, it was the same with him. He was always the one to leave except this time he couldn’t wait to come back. “Well it’s up to me to keep giving you reasons to stick around,” he smiled. Her ex, what with being a fiance, was worrying. “And me too.”

--

Rebecca took a step back from the sizzling oil though she kept an eye on it, tongs ready to turn the chicken over when necessary. “I guess that means we’re kind of officially dating now, huh?” she asked. If he flew back just to see her it had to mean that right?

--

“I’d say so,” he agreed, glad she felt the same way. It seemed they were on the same page. John stood, finding doing nothing to help a little too difficult. Instead he moved to glance out the window at the view outside, before turning to gaze at her. She was more beautiful every time he saw her. “It smells amazing by the way,” he was starting to really find his appetite, and not just for food as he once again admired her body.

--

Rebecca pulled the cornbread out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool as she finished the rest of the meal. “It’ll be done in a few minutes.” The collards were almost done as was the chicken, which she turned over so it could fry on the other side. She turned around just in time to see him staring straight at her rear. “See something you like?” she teased. His eyes seemed quite fixed in their wandering.

--

John barely even registered till she caught him out. He smiled at her teasing, and crossed his arms, still checking her out with no shame at all. “There’s absolutely nothing not to like,” came with a nod. He chuckled, and decided to let her cook in peace. “Can I help set the table? I feel terrible doing nothing to help.”

--

“Yeah, sure,” Rebecca said. “Plates and stuff are in that cabinet,” she said pointing towards

the side, “And silverware is in that drawer.” As the other side of the chicken cooked she started to slice the cornbread into squares, and she handed one to John as soon as he got within arms reach.

--

John began to set the table after thanking her for the cornbread. It smelt delicious, and tasted as much too. He hummed in delight whilst he ate a bite. “That tastes great. So other than your trip home what else did you get up to?” He asked curiously whilst placing the silverware down upon the table. It didn’t take long to do and he was soon sitting once more.

--

“Oh god,” Rebecca shook her head. “Saving my friend’s life apparently. Do you know Danny? He works at the gay bar, and he likes to drink. Mostly we just talk about boys honestly, but he… I don’t even know where to start.” She started plating the collards and fried chicken, making sure to give John the breast and one of the large thighs.

--

“Huh, well I wasn’t expecting that, is he alright?” He asked, shaking his head. “Danny doesn’t ring any bells. Then again I haven’t visited the gay bar.” His mouth again began to water, and he couldn’t wait to dig in.

--

Rebecca brought the plates over and set John’s down in front of him. She set hers down across the table from him and then sat herself down. She uncorked a bottle of white wine sitting on the table and poured them both glasses. “He’s fine now. A little worse for wear, and now you won’t miss him if you see him. He got his face scarred up. I told him it looks really badass,” she said with a shrug. “Okay, probably enough of that since we’re about to eat, but dig in.”

--

“Well if I see him around I’ll be sure to mention how badass he looks,” he smiled. After thanking her for the wine he dug in, not needing to be told twice. “Mm,” he hummed. “You’re a great cook.” It was delicious.

--

“Thank you,” Rebecca said as she began to eat as well. She was glad he enjoyed it, though he generally seemed to enjoy his food. She grabbed a piece of cornbread from the middle of the table. “What all did you do while you were at home?” she asked.

--

“Spent some much needed quality time with my mother, worked a little to her dismay, and spoilt my niece and nephew,” he told her with a fond smile at his lips. As long as the trips were short, going home tended to be lovely. “Sounds like you had the more exciting time.”

--

“More stressful maybe. Sounds like you had a lot of fun,” Rebecca said with a smile. “What’d you work on?” she asked. His work fascinated her. While he was gone she’d finished the book about rivers and downloaded several of his documentaries and TV programs and was currently making her way through watching those.

--

“Nothing riveting. Have you heard of the British television show Fawlty Towers? John Cleese?” John was making quick work of his meal, though without the usual urgency that had been ingrained in him from his army days. It was simply delicious.

--

“Fawlty Towers no, John Cleese yes,” Rebecca replied. At his pace he was going to finish before she was even half done, and she was reminded of the eating contest at the fair. So he just always ate like that she supposed. She hoped he didn’t mind sitting while he waited for her to eat. “From the Monty Python movies.”

--

“It’s the ultimate British sitcom. Cleese wrote and starred in it as a young man. He played Basil Fawlty, a hilarious hotel owner. Over Christmas marked its 30 year anniversary, and I was asked to take part during Cleese’s ‘Basil’s best bits’. A few of us were asked to guess Basil’s best scenes, and then Cleese himself revealed which ones were his favorite.”

--

“Oh, oh wow,” Rebecca said. The more she learned about John the more she realized he wasn’t embellishing his celebrity. It just hadn’t crossed over the Atlantic was all. “Maybe we should try to find some to download since I’ve never seen it,” she suggested. “You can tell me which episodes are good.”

--

“I have the box set so not to worry,” he told her as he finished his plate. He washed it down with a few sips of wine, and again complimented her cooking. “That was perfect. What else do you like to make?” He wondered if she’d taught herself, considering her mother wasn’t in the picture, but didn’t ask.

--

“Brunswick stew, and I can cook shrimp and oysters and lots of other seafood, but I wouldn’t trust any of the fish you buy here. Way too far from the ocean,” Rebecca said. Perhaps some of the freshwater fish was fine, but she wasn’t as familiar with that as the Atlantic sea life. “I can make a great crab boil, but again gotta get the crab. Clearly we need to take a trip to the east coast sometime.”

--

“Undoubtedly. I’ve travelled a lot farther for the promise of a good meal,” he chuckled slightly. “And I’ll remember that, about the fish.” He’d noticed there were a lot of fish options on The Island’s menu, but would now think twice before ordering unless it was freshwater.

--

Once the meal was done they both cleaned up the plates and Rebecca put away the uneaten food which was only some of the collards and two pieces of cornbread. John had put away even more than she anticipated. “So, this is my place,” she said as she walked around. It was a small one bedroom apartment with a living room, dining room, kitchen and a bedroom in the back. She had bought mostly new furniture, all from thrift stores which was cheaper than shipping stuff here that she had back in Virginia. She decorated with a few pieces from home “”though, all native things that reminded her of her heritage. A fur rug lined the living room, and a dream catch hung over her bed.

--

“I like it. It’s very warm, inviting,” he commented as he took more of a look around. Wine glass in hand he moved to take a look at a picture within a frame. “You and your father?” he asked, noting the familiarity between the two and the resemblance.

--

“Yep,” Rebecca said as her gaze caught the photo he was looking at. It was of her and her father at her college graduation. Rebecca was in robes and he was in a dress shirt and pants. “He was so happy I finally got my degree,” she said thinking fondly of the memory. Next to it was a portrait style photo of her late mother who looked remarkably like an older Rebecca.

--

“What was it you majored in?” he asked, before turning to the photograph next to it. He didn’t have to ask who it was. Her mother had been beautiful, and her daughter more beautiful still. “You look so much like your mother.”

--

“Environmental Biology,” Rebecca replied. “It basically meant tour guide or park ranger.” She gazed over at the portrait. “Yeah, everyone says that.” She did look a lot like her in that picture anyway, and more like her still the older she got. In a few years she’d be older than her mother was when she passed away. “Did you go to college?” she asked.

--

“Ah,” he nodded. “In Virginia?” He turned back to her and took a sip of his wine before answering. “No, barely passed my exams before joining the navy at sixteen,” he told her. Thankfully he hadn’t needed any qualifications to join, and there were specific roles he’d been trained in on the job helping the navy keep British waters safe.

--

Rebecca nodded, and then chuckled. Someone so worldly as he was she had expected to go to school, but she supposed one didn’t really need school to travel or write books so long as they had money to back them up. She finished her wine and set down her glass. “Sixteen? I think you can’t enlist until eighteen here. What did you do?” she asked suddenly intrigued by the idea of John Smith on the high seas.

--

“Mm, sounds about right. I remember your lot being older, it was a little intimidating,” he confessed. He’d had quite the wake up call when joining the Navy, in a lot of different aspects, that was for sure. His wild streak was disciplined, controlled. “I was a Navy Airman. An aircraft handler. It was my job to secure the safety of the aircraft when onboard. If it was stationary on the fight deck it was my responsibility. When it needed to be deployed I had to have it ready at a moment’s notice. Transporting it via the operating lift was one hell of a job too. I babysat a helicopter, basically,” he chuckled. “Thought I was going to go out of my mind with boredom.”

--

Rebecca laughed lightly. She could hardly imagine John watching something stationary. He was constantly on the move, going, doing, talking. That must have been hell for a teenage version of himself. “I can’t see it,” she said. “No, I see you doing something exciting. Piloting or fighting or something like that.

--

He laughed with her. “That was exactly what they promised in the leaflets,” he shrugged. “But then I’m made to watch a helicopter… and I didn’t even get to fly the damn thing. It was appalling. And if you complained,” he laughed again, “never a good idea. But luckily my superior officer could see I was a flight risk.” His eyes held a cheekiness to them. “I used all of my self control not to joy ride the damn thing. So they kept me busy, I didn’t have time to be bored. Then I decided to join the Royal Marines. I was eighteen at the time. That’s when the real adventure began.”

--

Rebecca smiled and crossed the apartment back over to the sofa. She sat down and gestured for him to sit down next to her. “Well, that’s what I want to hear about,” she said. “I mean… without the gory details, but the adventure stuff.” She couldn’t handle the more gruesome parts of the military and war, but she loved the idea of going off to faraway places and having stories from them.

--

John chuckled. “You sound as bad as I was. I think you have a thirst for adventure, Pocahontas,” he teased. And boy, was he the man for her if she did. He intended to give her one. “At first I thought I was going to die. The training almost killed me, but it was worth it. So worth it.” As he spoke his features lit up, as if speaking of a dear friend or loved one. The reverence for the Royal Marines was clear to see. “No two days were ever the same. Training out of the way I’d made friends for life. People who would take a bullet for you… that kind of bond is hard to explain. From the South of England we travelled constantly. It was spontaneous and there was a freedom from the boring routine of an Airman for the Navy. Belize, uh Germany, Switzerland, Mexico, the US, Norway, Belgium, we went everywhere. And when we weren’t working or seeing the sights we played sports. There’s a big sports culture within the Royal Marines. Fencing, angling, even basketball… when we’d dock on US waters on our down time we’d hit the bars with your lot and if we weren’t too hungover in the morning it was onto the basketball court…” John could talk for hours about his experiences. The good ones, that was. He purposefully omitted the more gruesome tales, and didn’t once mention Iraq or Afghanistan. An hour had passed before they’d finished talking and John had painted vivid pictures of adventures seen all over the world.

--

As the time passed Rebecca found herself holding onto his hand, and then leaning on his shoulder as he spoke. The life he’d led sounded so wonderful, and hers unbearably boring by comparison. Perhaps instead of messing around doing a whole lot of nothing after high school she should have chased adventure. She sighed. “Do you ever see yourself stopping, or would you just go forever?”

--

John paused to think about her question. “I’m 46 next week and haven’t stopped yet. I’m not sure I can,” he told her. He wasn’t made to sit still. The thought of being stagnant was enough to frighten him more than any danger he’d find out in the world. “But one thing I’ve learned is you can never know what tomorrow will bring or how you’ll feel. So who knows.” A thumb stroked over her hand gently, and his chin rest upon her head.

--

Rebecca looked up at him, her fingers lifting to trail along his jawline. “Well, I hope you’ll stay for at least a while,” she said as she pulled her body up towards him. She pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss as her thighs brushed against his.

--

“I will. And then I’ll come back,” he promised once the kiss ended. A hand moved from hers to find the thigh that brushed against his, squeezing gently. His forehead rest against hers before his lips found her jaw, kissing his way to her ear. “Mm, come here,” he invited, sitting back to give her room to straddle him.

--

Rebecca smiled slightly and climbed over him to straddle his lap. She ran her hands through his blonde hair, and leaned her forehead against his. Her lips remained slightly parted as she sighed against his and slowly sat down until her rear touched his thighs. “Skype calls were so not enough,” she said.

--

He smiled wide as their foreheads touched, and hummed in agreement. “I thought of you often,” he whispered against her lips. “Us, too. In my tent…” Lips could really explore her, then, as she sat above him. They began just below her ear and worked down slowly, as his hands moved around her waist.

--

Rebecca felt chills fall down her body as his lips covered her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, and with her hands she pushed her hair over to the other side. “I thought of you too,” she said specifically in his tent just as he had. “About the way your lips felt on my skin,” she moaned softly, “About how big your cock is,” she she giggled.

--

He chuckled against her skin, and said cock began to grow bigger as blood rushed between his legs. Their time within his tent had been the object of his thoughts and fantasies so much it had the power to raise his arousal a tenfold. Their steamy two nights together had been filled with passion. “The only thing wrong with our time on the mountain was how dark it was in my tent,” he told her, lips working their way back up. “It’s been driving me crazy.” He wanted to really see her. To experience her body with his eyes, too.

--

Rebecca smiled, and cast him a coy look. She could feel herself already getting wet with just what he did to her neck and she leaned back slightly. She reached down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She shook out her dark hair and tossed the shirt onto the rug. “This better?” she teased as her hands moved down to her pants and she started to unfasten those.

--

“Much better.” Blue eyes took in the sight before him, and it only served to make the space in his pants tighter. “God you’re gorgeous.” If she was undressing it was only right to do the same, and thus he began to unfasten his shirt. When he reached the last button, his hands tended to his belt. His shirt and leather belt were soon being discarded.

--

Rebecca stood up just long enough to unzip her jeans and pull them off, though being so far away from him and so undressed felt awkward. A creeping shyness stained her cheeks slightly darker than normal. As soon as his pants were off she climbed back into his lap. Skin against skin made her body flush warm, and blood rush south. Her hands trailed along his chest, tracing out the lines of his muscles. “Look at yourself. All of these are… wow,” she said.

--

A shiver cascaded down his spine as her fingertips slid over his flesh. The slight flush of her cheeks was caught, as he’d been looking for it. Whilst he was completely confident with little shame he knew women often weren’t built that way for whatever reason, usually not so new into the relationship as well, but it helped build a level of comfort once it had been done. He lifted himself, and her, whilst pushing down his pants. When around his ankles he kicked them away. His hard cock lay against his thigh, trapped within his boxer briefs. “We’ll move somewhere a little darker when you’re ready,” he offered. His face all but buried between her confined breasts, lips kissing what area of skin was exposed above her bra.

--

“It’s fine,” Rebecca tried to assure him. He must have caught her shy look or the tremble in her voice. “I’m okay. We’re just so new at this,” she said. She liked him very much, she was just a little shy with new people and John hadn’t seen her in all her glory just yet, not really. She bent her back so he could reach all the skin of her chest, and she reached around to her bra and unhooked it. The garment joined her pants and shirt on the floor.

--

“I understand,” he breathed, but his breath almost hitched as her bra fell to the floor. A hand rose, sliding over her skin till it cupped over her breast. His lips peppered the other with kisses, until he took her nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over it teasingly, and he began to throb. His free hand moved to re-adjust himself.

--

Rebecca moaned softly as his tongue and lips worked over her nipple. As soon as he’d adjusted she could feel his hard length against her thigh. She licked her lips as her hands reached down between them. She trailed her fingers along his covered cock for a moment before reaching beneath the waistband so she could tease his flesh with bare hands.

--

His forehead rest against the space between her breasts as her hand met his cock. He hardened further still, and his legs parted beneath her somewhat. Het let her hands explore beneath the waistband for a few moments, before helping her by ridding of his boxers altogether. After a small movement whereby he lifted them once again they were around his ankles, and being discarded along with both socks and shoes. He sat back in his full glory, completely exposed for her to see. His then freed cock stood tall between them.

--

Rebecca felt a new wave of blood rush south, and she was sure she was soaking her panties as she gazed down at his body before her. One hand reached for his cock and wrapped around it. She began to tease it slowly with her fingers until it felt fully hard. Her other hand wrapped around the back of his neck while she used her tongue to wet her palm.

--

He sighed, enjoying the way her palm teased the length of him. As she did so, a hand slowly moved to the front of her panties. The material was soaked, and he grinned a cheeky grin. He began to tease over the front of them, fore and middle fingers rubbing over her clit. He wondered what she taste like, how she would feel inside his mouth, but decided to give her some time before he found that out.

--

Rebecca sighed as she felt his fingers start to glide across her soaked panties. Her now wet hand went back down to his cock, and she grasped it in her fist. She started to pump it slowly up and down as his fingers worked her over. When he found her clit her thighs trembled and she closed her eyes. Her jaw slacked and a moan escaped her throat.

--

The sound of her moan almost produced his own, and he throbbed harder beneath her hand. A string of deepening breaths were breathed out as he rest his head back, watching her body move as she pumped him. The tension was building, and his hands continued to pleasure her. They slipped beneath the material of her panties, and fingertips were met with warm dewy flesh.

--

A shiver traveled up Rebecca’s spine and ended with a gasp as his fingers touched her bare flesh. She stepped back to pull off her panties and then immediately climbed back onto him. One hand steadied her body by gripping his shoulder and the other went back to his cock. She could feel precome begin to leak into her hand and she drug it down his shaft as she pumped him.

--

His hand had a lot more freedom to pleasure her in the absence of her panties. Fingers slid between her inner lips, and back up where his thumb applied pressure to her clit. His hand was drenched in her juices, and the feel of her made more precome leak from his velvet head. Eyes glanced up at her, thick with lust. He smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips.

--

Rebecca looked down at him, jaw slacked and lust darkened eyes struggling to stay open. She leaned into kiss him. His lips muffled her moans and her sighs as his hands made her walls start to throb. She pulled back for a moment to catch her breath. “You’re going to make me come with just your hands if you keep this up,” she said low and breathy.

--

“I can say the same,” he replied against her neck, head having fallen to rest there once she’d pulled away. “Though I’d much prefer to make you come inside of you.” His lips kissed what skin was nearest, everywhere and anywhere as his hand ceased to move between her legs. He grasped both her hips and sat back, inviting her to sit upon him if she wished. “You didn’t mind going without a condom on the mountain, but I did bring one...just incase… so It’s completely your choice,” he offered.

--

Rebecca let go of his cock and pulled her hands up to his shoulders. She looked down at him, and smiled. “I don’t care about a condom,” she said. Maybe it was reckless, but they already done it once without, and they weren’t seeing anyone else, so she saw no reason to use one. She lowered herself down onto his cock, using one hand at the base to guide him in. She groaned as his girth stretched her tight walls. “Oh John,” she moaned calling out his name.

--

He sighed huskily as she settled down atop him. His hands remained at her waist, bracing her and then offering support as she sit there upon his lap, his cock buried deep inside of her. “I’ve got you,” he moaned, head lulling back slightly as he again took in the image of her. His muscles tightened, as did his jaw.

--

Rebecca placed her hands on his shoulders once he was buried inside of her. She began to move up and down, slowly bouncing on his lap. His large hands encased her as she felt his length press against her walls. She shook her hair back behind her shoulders and stared down at him. “Oh, I missed this,” she said between gasps and moans.

--

John grunted slightly, and a hand moved to place upon her rear. “I’ve missed this, and this,” he said, giving her ass a squeeze as a cheeky grin surfaced. A moan escaped him, then, and he throbbed inside of her. “That’s it, yes,” he praised. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air.

--

Rebecca’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as she felt her body start to get close to orgam once again. “Put you fingers on me, please,” she said with a gasp as she thrusted up and down, his cock slamming against her walls.

--

His hand moved from her rear to apply pressure to her clit. With both her body supported, and sex attended to he watched with eyes blown with lust. His own climax was not far in the future, and his body tensed further. He moaned as she continued to thrust her hips.

--

Rebecca moaned and her eyes closed once again as she felt tight pressure in her lower abdomen. His fingers and her thrusting made her pant and sigh and her stomach visibly clenched. Her fingers curled, pressing nails into the back of his shoulders. Her orgasm fell over her in a wave of trembling thighs. While her thrusting faltered her walls contracted around his cock.

--

“There it is,” he moaned, her nails digging into flesh sweetly. He was brought to the edge of his own release just by her raking of his flesh alone, and combined with the contraction of her walls he was breathing heavily. Eyes remained open to witness her fall over the edge, and as she stilled, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Lips found her jaw, kissing his way to her ear.

--

Rebecca rolled her hips a few more times as she felt his release come as well. Trembling breaths met the touch of his lips on her jaw. She settled down when they both were done, not wanting just yet for him to leave being inside of her. She slowly detached her nails from his flesh and instead wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Oh, that felt good,” she said when her voice would finally obey her.

--

His load had expelled in abundance, and it dripped down him as they remained intertwined. His arms tightened a little more, palms splayed against her back. “Yes it did,” he agreed, open mouthed grin at his lips before he kissed her. He leaned back and sat up, taking her with him as he adjusted them. “I missed all that but I missed you more, you know.”

--

Rebecca loved how he could adjust her however he wanted with seemingly no effort, and she smiled down at him. She nodded and smiled. “I feel the same way,” she said as her fingers traced his jawline and then brushed along his lips. Satisfied she was feeling a little more exploratory with his body. “John Smith I think I’m falling for you.”

--

“Glad to hear it,” came with an even bigger smile. “I’m not the only one.” He kissed her gently, enjoying the way she ran her finger over his skin. His face was flushed, sweat having begun to form slightly, and he did his best to catch his breath. Through kisses, that was. He couldn’t keep his hand off her.

--

Rebecca made no motion to stop kissing him, or to climb out of his lap, or to get dressed. “Stay over tonight, please?” she asked during a breath as her hands traced down his chest, feeling each plane of muscle.

--