"Woohoo!" George said, and clung to Carlos as he carried her toward the shelter. He seemed to carry her with little or no effort. She wasn't a big girl, but it still impressed her. She couldn't have carried her.
Carlos ducked with George still cradled in his arms and duck-walked through the low entrance and into the relative cool and dimness of the shelter. He set her gently on the sleeping mat and pushed her down onto her back as he kissed her very thoroughly.
George wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and returned the kiss, doing her best to take his breath away. They dueled this way for a timeless interval before they separated and sat up. George felt hot and flushed with excitement and wanted his hands on her, wanted him inside her. "Clothes off," she commanded him a raspy voice.
Carlos just grinned, the ferocious gleam in his eyes a match for her own eagerness. He started stripping. George did the same. It turned into a brief, unspoken race, ending with George throwing herself at Carlos, pushing him down beneath her.
She wriggled around, teasing him with the touch of her skin, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body and getting him worked up. This went on until Carlos groaned and sat up, picking her up as if she were weightless George just had time to wonder what he was doing when he lowered her again.
George gasped as she settled down on his lap. Oh, he was worked up alright....
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[George] Take me now, sub-creature (tag Carlos)
Date: 2006-06-26 07:17 am (UTC)Carlos ducked with George still cradled in his arms and duck-walked through the low entrance and into the relative cool and dimness of the shelter. He set her gently on the sleeping mat and pushed her down onto her back as he kissed her very thoroughly.
George wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and returned the kiss, doing her best to take his breath away. They dueled this way for a timeless interval before they separated and sat up. George felt hot and flushed with excitement and wanted his hands on her, wanted him inside her. "Clothes off," she commanded him a raspy voice.
Carlos just grinned, the ferocious gleam in his eyes a match for her own eagerness. He started stripping. George did the same. It turned into a brief, unspoken race, ending with George throwing herself at Carlos, pushing him down beneath her.
She wriggled around, teasing him with the touch of her skin, reveling in the feel of his hands on her body and getting him worked up. This went on until Carlos groaned and sat up, picking her up as if she were weightless George just had time to wonder what he was doing when he lowered her again.
George gasped as she settled down on his lap. Oh, he was worked up alright....