Carlos smiled reassuringly. "Look, I'm always careful. Well...if someone else's life is on the line I'm probably not, actually, but I'll try to be more so, ok? I'm not eager to give up my body; I enjoy it too much." He leaned over and sucked warmth to the surface on the side of her neck to bring the point across. "It's just nice to know for certain that I don't vanish when it doesn't work anymore." /Though honestly, baby? If I do get killed, better watch it. I might just decide to haunt your ass. Boo./
He laughed a little. "I'm talking like my aunt Carmen now. She's the one that raised me. Umbandistas are pretty romantic people from what I've seen, and she's worse than most of them."
Broad grin as the conversation turned saucy. He leaned down and started murmuring in her ear. "Yes, I do think you're wonderfully fuckable. You're so much fun to get to relax and open up...and when you get going, my God.... I love it when you lose control and end up all over me. It's fucking amazing. Sometimes it gets me worried I'll end up hurting you, but you always seem to enjoy it . I love...the look of amazement you get when we try something new and you like it. And all those wonderful little sounds you make. It's completely addictive." He kissed her neck in the spot where a small mark had appeared, and nipped gently at the skin with his teeth.
At her suggestion and movements, his smile became sly and he felt a tightening in his groin. "No problem," he rasped softly, and rose, helping her up.
No point walking all the way back through camp; they headed instead to their mossy spot in that ring of trees. Carlos had taken to carrying a rolled-up mat with him to take advantage of their odd moments of privacy together; he laid it out and took off his boots, already starting to shudder a little with anticipation.
Undressing wasn't methodical; he started stripping off his shirt and her hands were there, sliding up over his belly and helping to push up the cloth. They both fumbled at her belt and his and for a while there was a lot of impatient tumbling and groping and kissing. Finally they got their shorts kicked off and he was kneeling on the mat and reaching for her.
He bit back a groan as he slid into her and pulled her down firmly against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he cupped her hips with his hands.
He coaxed her to lean back a little, bracing her with his arms, and bent his head to kiss and nibble and suckle her breasts. "This more like it?" he asked in a strained whisper as he started to move. "Ohhh...oh, I would definitely say so...."
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[Carlos] Everyone's got fears (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-05-04 09:12 pm (UTC)He laughed a little. "I'm talking like my aunt Carmen now. She's the one that raised me. Umbandistas are pretty romantic people from what I've seen, and she's worse than most of them."
Broad grin as the conversation turned saucy. He leaned down and started murmuring in her ear. "Yes, I do think you're wonderfully fuckable. You're so much fun to get to relax and open up...and when you get going, my God.... I love it when you lose control and end up all over me. It's fucking amazing. Sometimes it gets me worried I'll end up hurting you, but you always seem to enjoy it . I love...the look of amazement you get when we try something new and you like it. And all those wonderful little sounds you make. It's completely addictive." He kissed her neck in the spot where a small mark had appeared, and nipped gently at the skin with his teeth.
At her suggestion and movements, his smile became sly and he felt a tightening in his groin. "No problem," he rasped softly, and rose, helping her up.
No point walking all the way back through camp; they headed instead to their mossy spot in that ring of trees. Carlos had taken to carrying a rolled-up mat with him to take advantage of their odd moments of privacy together; he laid it out and took off his boots, already starting to shudder a little with anticipation.
Undressing wasn't methodical; he started stripping off his shirt and her hands were there, sliding up over his belly and helping to push up the cloth. They both fumbled at her belt and his and for a while there was a lot of impatient tumbling and groping and kissing. Finally they got their shorts kicked off and he was kneeling on the mat and reaching for her.
He bit back a groan as he slid into her and pulled her down firmly against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he cupped her hips with his hands.
He coaxed her to lean back a little, bracing her with his arms, and bent his head to kiss and nibble and suckle her breasts. "This more like it?" he asked in a strained whisper as he started to move. "Ohhh...oh, I would definitely say so...."