Petunia 'Coop' Cooper (driveeveryroad) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-08-08 13:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | adnan, coop, z - 1st tribe - day 32 |
In The Grips
Who: Coop and Adnan
When: Late morning
Where: Well away from camp, east along the beach
What: The find each other
Rating: Most definitely NC-17
Coop had just needed to get away. There was no way to miss what was going on in camp or inside her own body. She'd never been one to experiment with drugs but she thought this must be what ecstasy felt like, the drug, not the sensation. All she wanted was for someone to touch her and she wanted it so badly that her chest felt tight. The need was crushing her. And then, of course, there were the sounds coming from the other lean-tos. Even Tripper was behaving in a clingy and odd sort of way. Coop had tried to get up and get things started with breakfast but she kept losing her train of thought. Finally, she just put everything down and high tailed it out of camp.
She's broken into a run when she'd reached open beach, completely unmindful of rocks under her feet. She stumbled a couple of times, even went down hard on her knees but if she was hurt she certainly didn't feel it. It wasn't until she was well out of camp that she slowed down and finally dropped onto the sand. The sun was so bright, it dazzled her. She couldn't even look at the water because the glare stabbed at her alarmingly. Falling down onto her back she flung an arm over her eyes and just tried to breathe.
"What is wrong with me?" she groaned out from between clenched teeth even as her thighs pressed tightly together and her skirt bunched up between them. The strange pink dust that seemed to be coating the ground out here stuck easily to her sweat-damp skin, powdering her in pastel.
Adnan had been up early, not having slept all that soundly. He'd been restless all night, despite relieving some of his own tension after saying goodnight to Coop. So in the end he'd given up and went to the wood piles, intent on cutting them into more workable pieces. He felt even hotter than he had the day before, if that was possible, and even without the sun bearing down on him, he was sweating up a storm soon enough. Adnan shed his shirt readily, then peeled his jeans off after that. There wasn't really anyone around, he could work in his boxers. As the sun continued to come up, however, he found himself getting squintier and more irritable. The pink fuzz was everywhere, and it kept getting in his nose. Plus, it was hard work, and he honest to Allah didn't want to do it today. He deserved a break, didn't he?
Thunking the fireman's axe into a log, he gathered up his clothes and started to walk to the beach. Maybe taking a swim would cool him off. He just wanted to do it far away from camp. As he walked, he became vaguely aware that he was actually following someone else's tracks. Someone who'd been moving a lot faster than he was. Feeling a bit brain-hazy, Adnan frowned and continued walking. Until he was about twenty feet away from the footprints' owner. Clad in red and dusted with pink. He stopped short and just stared for a moment.
Coop didn't hear him at first and she wasn't entirely sure how long she had been lying where she was. She wasn't entirely sure, but she thought she might be sinking into the sand. Either that, or floating away on the absent breeze. She caught a hint of movement out of the corner of her eye or maybe it was the sound of his boots sinking into the sand but she turned her face toward him. "Do you feel alright?" she called to the familiar man down the beach, finding herself not at all surprised to see him there. "Because I don't feel normal," she told him. Her words seemed to echo in her head.
She didn't feel normal. That sounded about right to Adnan, though it was difficult to really grasp and think about. A lot of things were. Except how good she looked laying there in the pink sand. Was the sand pink before? He couldn't actually recall with any clarity. The urge was there again, stronger than it had been the night before, to go to her, hike her skirt, and make her his. His feeling of restless pissiness melted seamlessly into lust, and Adnan dropped his clothes before moving in closer to her. "I don't feel normal either," he said, his deep voice a bit huskier than usual. He felt almost better than normal. He stood over her finally, looking down and feeling his blood start to rush to pleasant places.
With him standing over her Coop's wide pupils simply refused to focus. She lifted her hands and noted that she had some sort of pink fluff on her but dismissed it as unimportant. "I can't see you up there," she said, noting his bare shins dusted with dark hair and followed them up to knees but beyond there, he became indistinct. "Come down?" It didn't occur to her to sit up or perhaps stand. Her hands weren't so much shading her face anymore as they were reaching for him.
Adnan was perfectly fine with her not getting up. She looked amazing like she was, if his vision was a little blurry with the sun being so bright. He obediently crouched down where he was, the fabric of his boxers pulling tight over thick thighs. He was caught between wanting to bend down to kiss her -- amongst other things -- and just look at her. It was like he'd never seen her before. One hand reached out to bury fingers in her short hair, while the other one settled flat on her belly. "How do you feel?" he asked, not really thinking about the question.
Coop's chin tipped up and her eyelids drooped a little when his fingers combed through her wild short hair. Had a touch like that ever felt as good? She didn't think so. "Like I'm sinking into the sand and flying away at the same time. Don't you feel it?" Was there something going on with the island? Maybe it wasn't anchored to the bottom of the lake at all. Maybe it was just adrift. Maybe they were on the back of an enormous tortoise? Who knew? At that moment she didn't really care if the sky was falling and all the sand was turning to glass. She felt amazing and she wanted him to feel that way too.
He wasn't sure that he felt that way. He felt more feverish and keyed up and like his skin was wanting to crawl off of his body to that her hands could get to the muscles that were aching to be touched. Maybe if he laid down with her. Adnan manuevered himself so he was sitting, then leaned back to lay next to her, mostly closed eyes aimed up at the bright sky. After a moment of just breathing, he started to feel it as well, like he was very slowly falling up. "I do," he murmured. Never having been actually high in his life, he didn't have anything to compare this feeling to, but he kind of liked it. Now that Coop was there with him.
She snuggled up right against him in the dazzling sunlight, her hand finding his and grasping it tightly. It was still a hot and muggy day, not a cloud that she could see but that wasn't saying anything given the fact that the white sun seemed to fill the entire sky. Adnan, also, seemed to have lost most of his clothing. Even that one time a couple of days ago when they'd been in the water together, she hadn't seen him so uncovered. Where their arms and fingers and shoulders touched she felt the most amazing shivery tingle. It wasn't exactly an itch but she sensed a very deep desperation building behind it. She wanted to ask him what was going to happen next but she knew what it was and the question ran out of her head almost as soon as she'd thought it. "I'm not on the pill anymore," she told him in a sort of dreamy voice. "I haven't been for weeks, even before I came here." This, of course, was the origin of her hesitation the night before.
"What pill?" he asked in his own hazy murmur. His mind was more focused on the feel of her smooth soft skin against his. Even when she'd been in his lap the night before, he was pretty sure there hadn't been so much bare skin touching. Why weren't people naked and on each other all the time? Just the thought made his muscles tingle deep inside themselves. He became vaguely aware that he had a sizeable erection, but couldn't exactly bring himself to care. It all felt too good. He wanted her hand on it, but made no move to make that happen. " ... oh," he said after her statement had echoed around in his brain long enough to make sense. That pill. The no-baby pill. Adnan wasn't sure what to think of that, and continued to lay there and mull it over while he stared at the sky, his thumb lazily tracing over the bumps of her fingers that it could reach.
Just that simple caress, the pad of his thumb taking in the peaks of her knuckles, was enough to set her heart racing. She was glad he'd caught on but her own point was slipping and sliding away from her. A line appeared between her brows as her face turned away from the sky to take in his profile. He was...scruffy, but handsome. The blade of his nose and the plane of his cheekbones. She wanted to trace his brows with her fingers. Touch him, taste him, feel him everywhere. "So...," she hesitated, scrabbling for the tail of her statement to yank it back again. She sighed, frustrated that she couldn't think of anything except feeling all of his skin against hers. Coop let go of his hand and jacked herself up onto one elbow, turning her body toward him. "I want you. I do. Maybe since that first day, I don't know." She blurted, her free hand burying and fisting in her own hair. "But we could end up parents in this place." Relief stole over her face as she finally managed to get her entire thought out. Now she hungrily watched his own features for indications of understanding and opinion.
Adnan's head rolled to look at her, lids moving lazily over eyes that seemed darker than usual because of the dilated pupils. He felt very ready to pull her on top of him, but she was talking about ... being a parent. Pregnancy, babies. Or one, at least. He frowned faintly, the fear that should've come with feeling distant and vague. Some thought cropped up about other options? But no. Not where they were. He knew in some far-off sense that he should be more concerned about this, thinking more about the fact that the possibility of sex was even coming up at the moment. He just ... wasn't. His gaze ticked over her features, and he honestly couldn't keep his hands off of her any longer. Adnan reached up, cupping his palm behind her neck and pulling her down to his lips. "I want you too," he murmured against them, in between hungry kisses. "But no babies." How exactly he was going to pull that off, he wasn't sure yet, but he would think of something.
He had her at the kiss and there was no mistake about that. Leaning over him to kiss him with matched fervor wasn't good enough. Coop reached across him without breaking the kiss and found earth to hold on to while she climbed over him. She straddled his hips for the second time in less than a day and this time he couldn't hide his reaction from her in the least. Once she was hovering over him she tugged at the dress, annoyed by all of the fabric bunching up between them. It wasn't that Coop didn't want children. It didn't even bother her that Adnan wasn't much of a financial catch back in the real world. Here, he had a pretty prestigious job, being the master builder. Here, none of them had families to be quoted as 'good' or 'bad' ones. None of these things mattered in the least to Coop on any old day, least of all today. Something in her, probably the very most primitive part, whispered that he was perfect mating material. Tall, strong, clever and good. If there was a baby, so what?
Breaking the kiss in a frustrated huff, she yanked up the hem of her dress and pulled the whole thing off over her head, casting the billowy cotton aside. Once that was gone, baring her every inch aside from the tiny black cotton thong she'd been hiding underneath it, she fell back into kissing him.
Adnan had always wanted children. To replace the family he'd lost so abruptly. Being thrown into a strange world that he was only just beginning to understand hadn't killed that deep-seated desire. It was just the timing, and being sure that any offspring he helped create would survive. He wasn't really thinking much about that at the moment, however. It was nearly impossible to think about anything but the glorious-feeling weight on top of his hips. He inhaled sharply as she sat back and stripped almost completely, catching just a glimpse of her slim body before they were lip-locked again. Adnan kissed her with abandon, calloused hands moving to roam all over her back and sides and ass and thighs, taking in the feel of everything. Attempting to conceal his arousal was the farthest thing from his mind, and he pushed up against her with a deep noise in the back of his throat.
Coop was not so far gone into the sensations of her body that she was unaware of him. When he pushed up, she ground down. Though there were a couple of scraps of cotton between them it was easy to fall into a familiar and ancient rhythm with him. His calloused hands felt like heaven as they skimmed over her or squeezed her firmly. There was no more need for conversation as far as Coop was concerned. To the best of her knowledge, they had settled the issue. She just could not exactly recall what the issue was. In a matter if minutes she was moaning into the kiss, shivering in his arms. She broke the kiss to catch a much needed breath but did not go too far as she nibbled on his lower lip.
He felt very near to coming already, with all the heat and her hungry mouth and the roll of her hips against his. Normally that would concern him, but Adnan didn't much care either way. There was too much that felt incredible. He dragged his own breath in, his spine giving a little shiver at the feel of her teeth. He groaned softly, completely beyond coherent words. He wanted her, to move those annoying bits of cloth to the side and push inside her, own her, make her scream until they both just couldn't find the strength to move anymore. There was a small nagging hesitation somewhere in the back of his pollen-hazed mind, however. He couldn't grasp it wel, but the logical part of him did still exist somewhere. Pleasure could be had without risk. "Turn around," he muttered into her mouth. "Want to taste you."
Coop lifted her head, dark eyes cloudy with need and confusion. "What?" she asked breathlessly. Turn around? But...he was up this way. She'd have to turn away from him to turn around and that just didn't sit right with her. Breathing hard she pushed herself upright on him and, frowning, tried to discern what he meant. "Like this?" she asked, climbing off of him for a moment to turn to face the water. Reverse cowgirl they called it, right? Well if that's what he wanted she could do that and enjoy it! Straddling him again she closed her eyes against the glare off of the water.
That hadn't been quite what he meant. She was too far away. Adnan's abdomen clenched as he sat up enough to hook his hands around the front of her thighs. He had no problem putting her where he wanted her. "Back here," he murmured, only half aware he was doing it at all. He pulled her backwards enough to reverse his grip and then lifted her to get her knees to clear his shoulders. Once he was sure she hadn't bashed her head on him or anything, his eyes focused on the glorious sight in front of him. Not wasting any time at all, he pulled her tiny scrap of underwear to the side with one finger and closed his mouth around her slick folds. He grunted deep in his chest as he gave her a firm stroke with his tongue. It was perfect. There wasn't another word for it.
The whole rearrangement happened so quickly that Coop almost did end up with a face full of sand. She might have even yelped in surprise to be pulled backward by his strong hands but if she did it only cleared the way for her moan as his mouth found her. Coop typically had no trouble throwing herself into any sort of lovemaking but she had a bad track record with receiving head. For the most part, it didn't ring any bells for her and often sent her into fits of giggles with mixed results. Today, though, she had no urge to laugh. In fact, with just a few passes of his tongue she was already breathing hard. She spread her thighs just a little bit further apart and moved her hips.
Adnan raised one knee and threw his whole focus into what he was doing. It was easy to do; the feel and taste of her were completely intoxicating. He didn't want to put his mouth on anything else ever again. Except maybe her mouth. And her skin. And her perfect petite breasts. The thought reminded him, and one hand slid up along her body to pinch and toy with one of the lovely swells on her chest. He went along with her movements, translating them by instinct into what she liked, and doing more of that. After a moment of just his lips and tongue, he moved the hand that was up near his face a bit and slipped a finger into her heat.
Coop sighed and moaned and nuzzled his obvious hardon through the thin cotton of his boxers. When he slipped a finger into her she sucked in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh even as she tested the flex of her muscles around the digit. She took the opportunity to slip her hand into Adnan's boxers and withdrew his penis. Her breath was so warm against his skin that it might have been fire but there seemed to be no such thing as pain today. She licked him from base all the way to the top and took her time about it.
The muscles in his lower abdomen clenched up the instant she touched him, and only hardened more at the feel of her tongue. He had to pause in his ministrations to drag in an unsteady breath. It was odd that something that always felt good had never felt that good before. Like he'd reached some previously-unknown level of goodness. He pushed his thick finger deeper into her, the tightness of her body around him even more of a turn-on. Whatever she did down there, he didn't think it would take long. And that was okay today. Once his breath was mostly caught, Adnan flicked his tongue against her again, diving back into it.
Coop was certainly enjoying herself. Her plumbing worked just fine and her body responded in all kinds of nice ways. Even some ways that were completely new to the day. She actually felt the bliss of what he was doing to her like was waves crashing consecutively larger on the beaches of her pleasure center. She, too, knew it wouldn't be long. With a clever swirl of her tongue she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, adding suction into the mix. She had an odd thought while she was devouring him in the most delightful way. That she wanted to get up, turn around and take him deep inside of her. She thought that wanted to be pollinated. The thought was so ridiculous that she actually giggled around him.
It was getting more and more difficult to hold back. In a couple different ways. As good as her mouth felt, Adnan had the almost overwhelming urge to sit up, turn her around, and bury himself in her. The dim, mumbly logic in his head was weakening in the face of amplified instinct. It was simple: she belonged to him now, and he wanted to take her. Consequences be damned. His spine twitched hard as another shudder of pleasure rolled through him, and instinct won out. He had the weirdest feeling that if he climaxed any other way, it would be wasted. "Stop," he gasped, pulling at the part of her arm he could reach.
Breathing harder that every her mouth left him with a moist slurp and Coop was breathing hard. Unsure why he'd asked her to stop she just focused on catching her breath in the hot, humid air, and rested her forehead against his hip bone. She wanted to whine and demand a reason to stop something that had been going so wonderfully but she didn't go to pieces. "Did I hurt you?" she asked breathlessly. That was the furthest thing from her mind and she hoped she hadn't hurt him by accident.
He couldn't even express how much the opposite the truth was. Instead Adnan set about squirming, and trying to move them both at the same time. She was light and pliable, but his muscles felt thrummy and uncoordinated. After a minute of trying, he was laying her back on the sand, and pushing one of her legs back. He didn't push into her immediately like he wanted to, leaning down to claim her lips with his for a moment. "Be mine," he murmured between heated kisses. There was something pleading in it, a painful need fighting with the part of his nature that would not take without asking.
Coop hooked the leg he pushed upward over his hip and held him close as she partook of the nibbly, suckling and beautiful kisses. She was half way down the road toward oblivious in her pleasure when he asked and it took her a few minutes to work up an answer. Lifting her hips in desperate invitation. "Yesss," she said in a long breath as she tried to press the entire petite length of her body up against his. He wasn't close enough, she thought in bewildered frustration.
That was enough for him. He lowered his body the rest of the way to cover her, elbows digging into the sand at either side of her head. He lined their bodies up by pure instinct and thrust in without any more delay, letting out an unsteady sound as she enveloped him. Normally he might've tried to slow it down, draw it out, keep his climax at bay, but Adnan was far beyond that point. He braced himself and thrust hard, body falling into that ancient rhythm without a single hesitation. It was right, it was perfect, it was how things were supposed to be.
Coop whimpered and bowed her body up against his. He was all hardness, she decided. His arms, his chest, between her thighs. He was utterly immovable to her and she found that it only attracted her to him all the more. Bucking and squeezing, she vocalized every little burst of pleasure, sighed his name and drove him on even harder. It felt like forever even though it was only moments and she thought it was amazing. Her orgasm blew her apart, or so it felt. All of her focus coiled down into one small point of light and as he plunged into her one more time it let go and spun her out into the outer stratosphere. Starlight dazzled her eyes and she was completely unaware of her lover for the ages between a handful of heartbeats.
Adnan had no idea how he even lasted as long as all that. Not that he was analyzing it or anything. He'd just grit his teeth and kept pounding, while that pressure in his groin built and built. The instant after she tightened around him, that pressure reached it's breaking point. Everything in him tightened even further, muscles thumming like over-taut strings, then exploded. That was what it felt like, anyway. He pushed out a vocalized breath and suddenly couldn't get one back in as more pleasure than he'd ever felt in his life rocketed through him. He pounded into Coop twice more before his body started to shake too bad, emptying everything it had into her. He honestly couldn't tell if his eyes were just closed or he'd completely blacked out for a moment.
When his trembling had gotten so bad that she'd worried he was going to pass out, Coop had wrapped her arms around him and drawn him down to her breast. Winded didn't even cover how she felt for the moment but she just didn't want to have him all of those inches away. With featherlight strokes, she brushed the sweat that glistened along his hairline away. She trailed her fingers down the nape of his neck and over his shoulders. Her touches were nothing if not tender, a little strange given the ferocious need of their coupling but she was fascinated by the sensations traveling over her skin. If possible, the day seemed even brighter than before.
Breathing, Adnan remembered how to do that. He gasped and panted as his climax subsided, blinking against the over-brightness of the sand his eyes were aimed at. He managed to hold most of his upper body weight off of her with his elbows, but the rest of him relaxed rather rapidly, like someone had let all the air out. His breathing and heart slowed, but thoughts didn't really come back just yet. They were drowned out by the tingle from her soft fingers. He could feel the tenderness there, and laid still against her as he absorbed it and breathed. He was powerfully thirsty, but couldn't bring himself to move just yet. That spot felt far too good.
Coop got lost in all of the quiet and amazing sensations - how they were breathing at the same rate, even as it all slowed down. How the hairs on his thighs felt against the inside of her own thighs. It was all just nice, too perfect to question the cause. Lifting her head, she brushed a kiss against his shoulder and tasted the salt on it with the tip if her tongue. After a few long minutes of communing with him in the golden afterglow, Coop urged him to roll to the side so she could sit up. Sand stuck to her for the entire length of her body, stuck fast with sweat. She chuckled as she futilely tried to brush it off.
He moved to his side next to her when she needed him to move, as he didn't want to go very far. He propped his head up with one hand and just looked at her. Even sweaty and spent and covered in sand, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He wanted to keep her within arm's reach all the time, cradle and protect her, make sure she was happy and satisfied for the rest of her life, make her belly swell ... Adnan sat up himself after a moment, lightly running fingers down her sandy arm. "Time for the water?" he asked, though he was pretty sure it was. He had the powerful urge to very gently wash her back for her, and run his fingers through her hair.
She nodded and tilted a smile at him. It lingered as she looked at her face and wondered at just how quickly this all had happened. Not the lovemaking, that was a given when one considered the level of need. Not that she was considering anything too deeply. Just...the sense that she'd bonded so completely with Adnan after such a short acquaintance. Sitting up she wiggled out of her little pair of underwear and pitched them in the direction of her dress before standing up carefully. She swayed slightly on her feet for a moment but once she got her balance Coop rolled up to her tippy toes and stretched her arms over her head. Being naked and bathed in all of this sunshine was divine and she loved that Adnan was watching her.
Watching her was actually the only thing he was doing. Adnan had stayed just where he was while she got up, following her with his eyes. Just the way she moved, and the curve of her ... it was breathtaking. He couldn't imagine a more beautiful woman. Or one that he wanted more. He waited until he'd gotten a very good long look before starting the process of getting to his own feet. He was still feeling light-headed and not very steady, but he got up and steady, eyes still mostly on her. He reached out to take her hand, and walked for the water. Even just ankle-deep, it felt wonderful on hot and sticky skin.
Coop didn't dawdle. With his hand firmly in hers she waded out from the beach. It was hard, in her dazed and sensitized state, not to make strange Judeo-Christian fantasies about Adam and Eve and some indigo garden of Eden. With the cold water lapping up her legs and the warmth of his fingers laced with hers, all sorts of ridiculous notions went through her head, much too quickly for her to actually tell them to him. Finally when the water was up to his waist she turned back toward him, looping her free hand around to the small of his back. Coop pressed her body fully against him, pressed a kiss against his shoulder and drank in all of the sensations of him.
Adnan enveloped her in his arms, leaning his cheek to rest against her sandy head. In contrast, his mind was mostly silent, filled more with broad feelings and sensations than real solid thoughts. He was satisfied, that was the main thing, and in much more than the physical sense. After a moment he led one hand drop to the water and started very gently cupping it up to her back, washing the sand away bit by bit. He didn't feel the need to speak, as he so often did, he was content just being with and communing wordlessly with her.
It was pretty rare to find Coop without something to say. He might never find another day where that was the case. In contrast with the air the water was deliciously chilly. She could feel her pert little nipples stand up against his chest and that divine feeling only combined with the rest. She sighed and shivered as the cold water trickled down the groove of her spine, washing the grit away. Her own hands wandered to return the favor. This is good, she clearly thought to herself. This really is perfect. Coop couldn't help but tip her head back and give him a beaming smile. I can't imagine spending this day with anyone else.