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Remember Part 12 He carried me into the cabin and set me down on the small bed. Continuing to kiss me...my mouth, my face, my neck...he pulled off my tank top and sports bra. I managed to strip him of his t-shirt, although he wouldn't let me touch him further. He trailed his mouth down, pushing me back on the bed, kissing, licking, sucking, biting; first my breasts, then my stomach. I was writhing beneath his touch as he undid my denim shorts and slid them down my legs, along with my panties. He knelt between my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I could still feel his hands touching me all over, but not his mouth--save for his hot breath against my mound. I was tense with anticipation, and moaned softly when he finally flicked his tongue at my clit, then slowly trailed the tip of it over my slit. He pressed his tongue slightly into my opening, teasing, letting his hands roam over my thighs and hips. "Would you like me to do more?" He asked, pulling away. I could still feel his breath against me as he spoke. "Please..." "Tell me what you want." As if I needed to say it. "I want you to fuck me with your mouth." With that, he plunged his tongue into me, making me cry out at the sudden assault. He slid his tongue in and out, lapping at my juices, working my clit with his fingers. The metal on his chin pressing into my flesh as he devoured me only served to heighten the erotic feelings in a way I could not describe. I tightened my grip on the bedspread, squeezing my eyes shut as he continued to drive his tongue into me. He added two fingers and slid them slowly in and out, twisting them slightly as he did so, and moving his mouth to lick and suck at my clit. I groaned his name and urged him on. He returned again to pressing his tongue into me along with his fingers and I could feel my thighs begin to quiver as I neared my climax. He felt it too and quickened the pace, working at me furiously as I writhed against him. I came suddenly, surprising myself with the strength, arching my back as my juices poured into his waiting mouth. He withdrew his fingers and lapped at me slowly until I was twitching away from him. Through half-closed eyes, I watched as he removed the rest of his clothes and laid down beside me, pulling me into his arms and holding me as I still came down from my high. When my breathing returned to normal, he rolled me onto my back and positioned himself over me, sliding into me easily. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips as I slid my tongue between them, seeking out his that had pleasured me so just moments before. Continuing to stroke into me slowly, he waited until my senses were heightened again before he began to seek his own release. It didn't take me long before I was lifting up to meet his thrusts, pressing my nails into his back and making him groan. He sat up, holding my hips off the bed and steady against him as he began to pump into me faster. I watched him; his eyes shut, his lips curled into a snarl, the veins in his neck standing out slightly. I could feel him nearing his climax. "That's it baby, come inside me..." I whispered. "Give it to me." He buried his shaft into me and growled as I felt him convulse and his heat fill me. My orgasm followed quickly, washing over me, calmer than the first, but satisfying nonetheless. He let go of my hips, withdrawing, and laid on top of me. I held him in my arms; simply enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed together, his weight on me. The boat rocked gently, and I could hear the sounds of the revelry in the distance. Suddenly a shout went up, and then the whizzing and popping of fireworks ensued. "The show has started." He said, lifting his head. "Come on!" "No." I smiled, pulling him back down. "I like this better." "So do I." He kissed me. "But we'll have time to make some more of our own fireworks later." I feigned a pout as he helped me up and we redressed. I grabbed the cannoli out of the fridge on the way out to the deck, and we enjoyed them as we watched Chicago's spectacular lakefront fireworks. Afterwards, we navigated our way back to the marina. I offered for him to come back to my hotel with me, but he insisted I check out instead and spend tonight at his condo, which was farther up on the northside and a faster drive to the airport. We found a taxi in the remnants of the Taste and headed for my hotel. "If you've still got your condo here, why were you staying at the hotel?" "They gave us the rooms for free, its a pretty nice place, and besides, I had only planned on staying one night." I twisted my finger in his necklace and pulled him to me for a quick kiss. "Then I'll have to make your change of plans worth it." "You already have. But you're welcome to keep trying." Copyright TMS2004 Disturbed Fanfic Page Remember - Part 13   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)