It always seemed that once you met that first orgasm, your body was craving for more, even for him, and his kind. Shannon had been able to achieve more than one in the past, and though his body didn't always seem to be on the same page as his mind, or his heart, that didn't mean he wouldn't like to try for more. It just wasn't always in the cards for him, and he envied women in that way. They could be struck over, and over again, and need very little time to recover, if any at all. Wasn't there a joke about God giving men the ability to pee standing up, while women had multiple orgasms? Looking at it now, in moments like this, it didn't exactly seem like a fair trade off. What man wouldn't want to be able to just go, and go, and go? Shannon couldn't think of one. Who wanted to be a fucking one time show, you could have repeat performances? Of course... that whole peeing standing up thing did come in handy when you were out in nature, and had no chance in hell of making it to a loo in time. Though, that was the only time he imagined women had to look at them, and curse under their breath. In envy anyway. The closer she grew, the tighter he held her to the front of his body. It wasn't easy to maintain that grip, not when they were both drenched from head to toe. If not from the spring water, than the sweat that had been leaking out of their pours. As delightful of a lubrication as it was, he had to be careful not to let her float away on them, even if that wasn't really possible at the moment. You always worried that the thing you wanted most would be lost. "... fuck all, do I want to..." He confessed, his head falling back, a breathy moan leaving his chest. The backs of his thighs went tight, as he pushed into her, but didn't retract. His arm slung up across her back, as he emptied himself, his face finding comfort in the crook of her neck. "Jesus... fucking Christ..." His voice was trembling, his legs felt weak, but he held her to him none the less.
From the start of things between them, she hadn't allowed them a moment, short of fooling around, where they hadn't been as cautious as they could be. The girl didn't have the best luck, and neither did Cal, so, she didn't think it was a good idea to tempt fate. Besides, the boy had been around the block a few times, and even with her supernatural healing abilities, there wasn't anything she wished to catch. Thus far, he had been faithful to her, even if he hadn't been required to be. No, Jun had never come out, and asked, she could smell whether he'd been with another woman or not. It was something she had grown quite used to during her time with Cliff. Out of habit, her nose always sought out those distinctive smells, but nothing ever reached them. Now she thought that they were at a point where they could rely on that little pill, and one to follow later, and be fine. Besides, vacations were about being treated, and every girl had heard a man complain about how uncomfortable rubbers were. It would be their night of first. First I love yous, first time as a couple, first time going bare back. Why the hell not? "You got that right, honey." A wicked grin curled her lips, as her hands went up along the wall of the cabin, finding whatever grove, or indention they could to grip. With that leverage, her back bowed slightly, angling her hips differently, causing his body to move into her own differently as well. "Oh fuck... right there, Cal." Her eyes slid closed, as her head fell back between her shoulders, still she moved with him. As ideal as it would be to stay this way for the whole night, it would place a lot of strain on him. Jun knew she was no pin thin thing. The girl was tall, and had meat on her. Lifting her head, she craned her neck forward, catching his lips. "Put me down... fuck me from behind, baby." She spoke against his lips, an arm casting around his shoulders, she pushed them back from the wall just so.