Dearly Beloved...

Cathy kissed him back, fiercely. Her mouth opened and she sucked lightly on his tongue as her hands rested lightly on his hips, pulling him toward her body. She inhaled his aroma, the sweet smell of the wine mixed with the light odor of his cologne was making her head spin.

Cathy slipped her hands underneath his jacket, feeling his smoothly muscled back underneath her hands, and trailed her nails up his spine. She moaned, low in her throat, and broke the kiss, catching her breath. Feeling his eyes on her and flushing a little, under the starry sky.
 
The ground beneath them was mossy and gentle. He pulled her down next to him and buried his face in her hair. He inhaled deeply.
Jack loved the texture and smell of a woman's hair. Cathy's was rich and dark and made up handfulls that he raised to his lips and let fall.
With his arm around her waist and her body leaning against his he was aware again as he had been when he first saw her of how petite she was.
He loved that. It brought out the protector instinct in him.

"Beautiful night."
She said.

"Yes."
He was becoming intoxicated with her. His hand touched her leg below the knee and caressed it, following the flowing contour to her slim ankle and back. Her skin was cool and firm beneath his palm.
He felt a stirring and knew that he was begining to stiffen and grow. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt.

"Yes. A very beautiful night."
 
Jack's fingers were setting off small fires on her skin. She was tingling all over. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach, and she licked her lips, leaning over to kiss him again, her skirt riding up.

Cathy murmured Jack's name against his mouth before kissing him, a breathless name. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him close, nibbling on his full lower lip. Her right hand stole underneath his jacket again, tugging at the shirt, trying to pull it out.

He shifted a little and the shirt slid free. Her hand slipped underneath, nails dragging gently across the skin, then digging in deeper as his hand travelled up her thigh.
 
Nothing could set Jack off more surely than a womans nails against his skin. His abdomen tensed in natural reaction to her touch and he was glad of the physical conditioning the service demanded.
His hand had traveled almost the length of her thigh and was brushing the lacey material of her panties when he stopped for a moment just to feel the flesh beneath his palm and fingers.
Cathy's lips were brushing his and her fingers on his neck were sending tingles straight down to his groin. He could clearly see the length of her beautiful legs in the moonlight and his hand began to move on her thigh once again, down softly to the knee then back up...up to the warm place between her legs.

He began to say something like, 'Cathy I want you', but her lips stole the words as they melted into his and parted in invitation for the gentle invasion of his tongue.
 
OOC: Sorry about the disappearing act...

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She could feel Jack's fingers trailing up and down her inner thigh, his feather light touch was sending sparks through her entire body. Her nipples stiffened and she was sure they were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress.

Her hand was still tangled in Jack's hair, and she leaned back, laying in the grass with his body on top of hers. The skirt of the dress was hiked up almost to her waist now, the hem was an inch of two below her panties.

She opened her mouth, taking his tongue inside, sucking, exploring, tasting him. She used the tip of her tongue to delicately trace around his gumline, feeling the hard smoothness of his teeth against it. Broke away, breathing hard, hands still exploring underneath his shirt.

Cathy planted several small butterfly kisses along the front of his throat, flicking her tongue out occasionally to taste the skin. She was moaning softly and hardly aware of it. He must have been too, as she could feel the vibrations of them against her lips as she kissed along the length of his throat.
 
Her lips traced lines of fire on his skin. He lifted himself up one arm and unbuttoned his white dress shirt.
His chest was broad and tightly muscled, a six inch scar cut through the black curling hair that lay scattered across it. She ran her fingertips along it but asked no questions.
He used his hand to cup her breasts and feel the hardness of her nipples through the silk. He leaned down and took the tips, fabric and all into his mouth and gently sucked them.
Cathy's fingers laced into his hair and pulled him down into the high firm mounds.
She raised her knee and he found himself suddenly between her legs, the long hard length of his cock pressing against her mons.
Stars began to flash across the sky but neither of them noticed...
 
Her spine arched, and her fingers tightened in his hair. She pulled him tighter to her body, grinding her hips up and feeling his hardness against her body.

Her head fell back, and she sighed his name softly. One leg hooked around the back of his, pulling him into her. Her breathing was growing ragged, whimpers and soft moans drifting across the still air.

Cathy pulled his head away from her breast and up toward her mouth again. She just had to have his lips on hers. She kissed him hungrily, tongue thrusting into his mouth, and rolled him over, straddling his hips. She ground down hard against him, hands slipping and sliding across his chest and arms, wanting to touch every inch of his body.
 
She was riding him hard, pressing and rubbing her mons against his erection almost painfully. His excitement was growing every time she touched him and she was touching him everywhere. He felt her nails cutting across his chest...her knees were pressing tightly against his sides and her hot sex rubbing against his penis was driving him crazy!
He reached under her dress and grabbed her sides just above the pelvis, relishing the warm firm flesh of her body in his palms. His hands worked their way up and soon he was cupping her breasts with them, his thumbs moving across the hard buds of her nipples.
"My God Cathy," he gasped, pushing himself up against her,
"I've got to have you...right now!"
 
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Cathy's hips were thrusting and rocking into Jack's pelvis. She could feel how hard he was underneath her and she smiled a little. She sat up straight, reaching around to the back of her dress and undoing the zipper. The dress slid off her shoulder with a soft rustle, leaving her skin bare in the moonlight.

She leaned over him again, licking a trail up from the middle of his chest to the hollow of his throat. Dragged her nails along his ribs and sat up again, grinding slowly, and on purpose, feeling him between her legs.

The fabric was bunched up around her waist and she stood briefly, to let it fall to the ground, in a heap, wearing only her panties and her stockings.

The look in his eyes drew her back down, and she led down next to him, feeling the scratchy moss and grass against her skin. Inhaling his aroma, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and nibbling at the skin...
 
Cathy's breasts were pressed against him and the hard nub of her nipples were pushing into his own. Her breath was a fever on his neck and the world had shrunk to a very small place.
She was drawing her sex up and down along the length of his rigid cock sending itching, aching, waves of pleasure through him....he wanted her, wanted himself inside her...could feel himself pushing up into her...GOD!

His hands slip along her sides and up to the small of her back, moist with excess, then down beneath the sheer panties and each one cups and squeezes her, pulling her down, pressing her mons against him as he thrusts up, riding his shaft along her sex. Surely the thin fabric that seperates them must tear open any second.
 
She stopped moving for a moment, drawing herself up straight again. Her hands were on Jack's chest, balancing herself she made a long slow circle with her hips against him. He groaned loudly and she did it again, squeezing with her thighs and knees.

She could feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted her, and she leaned over him once more, still grinding and pushing. Cathy was growing more and more aroused, the muscles in her stomach and legs were trembling with desire, and still she held back. Her tongue traced the outline of his mouth, her wine-sweetened breath washing over his face. Her hands were lazily caressing his ribs, his chest, his upper arms. She didn't want to leave any piece of him untouched...
 
Jack was struggling out of his pants as Cathy moved like a hot wave all over him. He needed to be closer to her with a desire that was almost desperate. He managed to push his clothes down to mid thigh and release himself from them. Cathy's tongue invading his mouth like a serpent, her nails clawing grooves in his chest, her hard nipples against the fevered skin of his abdomen...her sex...her sex...only a haze of damp silk over it...was riding, sliding along the length of his naked cock...It felt as though his aching arousal was fitted perfectly in the groove of her lips. Oh God! He could cum this way if she didn't stop!
 
She gasped, feeling his length pressing against her through her panties, ground down again and heard him groan. Broke away from their kiss to smile wickedly and started sliding down the length of his body. Stopping to lick and nibble at his nipples, then sucking and kissing to his stomach. As she slid, her dress rode up, higher and higher on her body, until it was a heap of material resting on his chest. She brushed it aside, wanting to see his face as she continued to slip down.

Every sense was heightened, she could smell the faint scent of his cologne, the tangy smell of their perspiration, feel every little hair on his body against her skin. Cathy grazed her lips across the skin just below his navel and felt/heard him take in a sharp breath. She looked up at him, smiling again...
 
Jack felt the heated length of himself sliding between her breasts, her kisses were grazing the
curling thatch of hair and the swollen tip of his erection lay against her face.
His hands were in her rich dark hair, caressing her scalp, the texture was sensuous. He moved himself against her, a flash of moisture on her cheek, as she drew closer and closer to his throbbing aching penis...
He wanted her to take him in her hands, stroke him, pump him slide her warm full lips around him...
"Cathy, baby...God, I want you."

Whispered words he wasn't sure she'd heard at all.
 
Licking her lips, Cathy looked up at Jack one last time and smiled. Her fingers curled around the length of him, squeezing lightly as she stroked. His hips rocked toward her and she did it again, the pad of her thumb brushing across the head, and he moaned. She leaned in closer, letting her breath waft across him, teasing a little....then flicked out the tip of her tongue and dragged it up the length of his shaft. He shuddered all over and she did it again, fingers still lightly curled about the base and still squeezing.

Jack's fingers were tangled tight in her hair, and she could feel him trying not to push her face against him. Her lips were planting small open mouthed kisses up and down his erection, not missing a single inch of skin. Finally, she returned to the swollen head, she kissed it once, then wrapped her lips around it, taking just the tip into her mouth, her tongue darting all around. She took more and more of him inside of her moist, hot mouth, stroking with her tongue, her fingers, moaning around him...
 
Jack lifted himself onto his elbows and watched her. Cathy had teased him almost to the point of no return with her hands and kisses and now was using her tongue and mouth to carry him over. He tensed up. He didn't want to release himself yet.
She was so damned fine and sweet and good looking he wanted to pleasure her first and foremost. He knew that he would feed off her arousal and their
pinnacle could be reached together.
But she was going to make that pretrty difficult.
As her lips continued to glide up and down the aching legth of him it seemed as though she was drawing the heavy warm juice right up from his center.

"Cathy...I'm pretty...close..."

His breathing was fast and shallow, she felt a shudder run through him and the taste of his precum was salty in her mouth.
Her hands joined her lips and mouth, working up and down the whole length of his pulsing cock.

"Cath...I wan't you...I want...tobe...in you...
GOD BABY!"

His fingers laced into her hair, he rose up to meet her hungry lips...
No holding back....no holding.....
 
Cathy dimly registered that Jack was telling her he was getting close. She could feel his eyes on her, his fingers in her hair, his hips thrusting and rocking, and she increased her tempo. Her tongue was curled around his cock and her lips were slipping along the length of him...

She could feel him tightening up, could see his stomach muscles growing taut, he was close to the edge, moaning and thrusting beneath her. She could taste him, the salty tangy taste of his skin on her tongue, the smooth texture...she inhaled deeply and took as much of him into her mouth as she could, sucking harder, licking, moaning around him....and waited for him to explode...
 
Unable to hold back another second, Jack laced his fingers into Cathy's hair and allowed the momentum to take over. The abyss which he'd ben holding back now rose in a shuddering wave and consumed him. The great aching, burning force released itself in searing pulses of cum that burst from him and into Cathy's eager mouth. He watched as she swallowed and swallowed and finally unable to keep up with the flow, allowed his glans to slip from her lips and the last ejaculations coated her face and ran down her still stroking fingers.

She smiled at him and he leaned over and kissed her deeply tasting his own spend on her lips.

"Now Cathy,", he whispererd,"it's my turn...I've wanted to taste you since the first minute I saw you."

His cock was still caoted and dripping as he leaned her back on the mossy ground, spread her
beautiful legs and buried his face between them.
 
Her legs parted, and she hooked one over the top of his shoulder. Her hands slipped down, tangling in his hair as she ground into his face, rocking and thrusting toward his fingers and tongue.

His tongue danced across her lips, and she wondering briefly if he figured out how hot making him come had made her. Of course he noticed, she thought...and then his fingers and tongue were everywhere and all other thoughts flew from her mind.
 
Jack spread the small mounded folds away from her sex exposing the slick delicate flesh that he was hungering for. His fingers touched the hood above her clitoris and she gave a shudder of anticipation. His fingers lightly ran along the moist edges of her pussy as he took her pearl into his mouth and gently began to suck. Cathy's legs were both on his shoulders now and he slid his hands under her to raise her closer to his lips. Her bud had hardened in his mouth, between his lips. He played his tongue across it. His fingers dug onto her cheeks in a sensuous rhythym with the movement of his tongue which began to open her petals in long hard licks that started at her clit and ended deeper and deeper inside the tight walls of her passage.
 
Her spine arched and her hips lifted, thrusting, seeking his tongue. She ran her fingers across his hair, curling them around the back of his neck and pushing against his mouth. His tongue was driving in and out of her in long slow strokes and his fingers were dancing on her clit. Cathy's breathing was ragged, she was moaning and thrashing underneath him, crying out.

"Jack...oh Jack....yes, right there," mostly inintelligible words but he knew what she wanted. He increased his pace and her hips rocked in his hands. Jack's fingers were holding her open now, and making his tongue flat he drew along the length of her and she felt her climax building.

Her fingers dug into his neck, his tongue became a pointed dart, flicking all around the hard nub and wave after wave of pleasure washed through her...
 
He was sucking her into his mouth, holding the pearl inside, savoring it between his lips and teeth, his thumbs had slipped upwards and pressing, opened her wide for the deep licking thrusts of his tongue, trying to reach into and taste every part of her. When she began to shudder in growing climax, he shifted his arms and still cupping her sex into his face with one hand, slid two fingers of the other deep into her tight hot passage while his tongue and lips and teeth began a furious assault on her clitoris.
He felt his own arousal increasing tenfold approaching an involuntary ejaculation as she writhed against him, her fingers digging into his scalp pulling him into her.
Fingers curling twisting, touching, rubbing, plunging like small animals inside her, Cathy released in a final contracting spasm and Jack felt the warm sheet of her climax bathing his
probing fingers and running down his wrists.
Without a pause he withdrew his hand and taking her into his mouth entire, invaded her once again with his thirsty mouth to drink and taste the juices of her orgasm.
 
She fell back into the soft grass and let out a long shuddery breath. "Jack," she tried to say, had to clear her throat which was hoarse and raw from crying out..."Jack, come up here," Cathy said with a smile.

Her breathing was still ragged, and the cool breeze that drifted over her sweaty skin felt delicious, causing small goosebumps to erupt. Jack was next to her now, and she leaned in and kissed him softly, tasting her juices on his mouth. Her tongue delicately traced the outline of his lips, licking and lapping at them, much in the same manner that he was just lapping at her. She moaned, and slid a hand down along his ribs letting it rest lightly on a hip, scratching with her nails.

She continued kissing him, softly and slowly, slipping her tongue between his lips and then back out, lazy thrusts, all the while her hands were on his skin, and moving up and down his thigh...
 
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