~ Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ {chksng19}

[kimbra_ailis]

Krista practaically screamed everytime he thrust into her from behind. She used the bed to muffle most of the noise. Her nails dug deep into the sheets to keep her body in place. She moved her body slowly, her hips at different angles, feeling the different frictions. Some angels making her scream louder than others. Shifting her body slightly her climax was so unexpected, her body tensed and she forgot to breath for several seconds.
Still feeling dazed when she realized he had stilled behind her. Moaning softly she eased herself down on the mattress letting his body remain laying on her. One of her legs hooking his to encourage him to stay with her. Finally feeling relaxed in a a way she had not in a very long time. A soft whimper escaped her lips when he fianlly moved his weight off of her back and she pressed her body close to his as he laid down beside her.
Take half a moment to look over at him she noticed a mark from her teeth on his chest and her smile grew wider. Pushing her hair out of her face she laid her head back down closing her eyes. Her skin was already cooling but she did not mind, he felt fairly warm against her.
"I didnt mean to mark you like that.... I dont always realize I am doing it. If you dont like you will have to try to stop me in the future..." Her voice sounded less than apologetic, actaully she sounded more content. ".... Or mark back...."

[Chuckdom19]

A deep sigh eminated from me, and I turned to look at Krista.

"Girl, if you bite me again, I may just spank your ass instead of making love to you." Fortunately, no stitches would be needed.

"Now that that nerve-wracking first time is out of the way, I think perhaps we need to get to know each other a little better. I'll start."

"My father raised me until I was a young teen, and left me on the streets of Chicago. He was a big hunter, a big fisherman, big into himself, no love for anyone else. After some years of fighting on the streets, going to school on my own without registering, auditing classes at a college at the same time because the rooms were open and warm in the evening, I was eighteen and got my first job at a Radio Shack. Access to the parts and information about electronics got me curious. I started building things. Sold a couple to a guy from Seattle. You might know them as "track-pads" on laptop computers. Made a few bucks from lots and lots of different computer companies. Had to go into hiding, so I came up with a couple 'unknown' personnas.... and that got me in trouble. I was picked up just for visiting a friend's house one night; there was a fight, and I was declared 'destitute and incompetent' by the local cops. I fought, and fought when they put me in for observation. Eleven million dollars in banks around the world, more rolling in every day, but I couldn't prove who I was. It frustrated me! I struck out at the Doctor who wouldn't listen. That kept me there. What kept you?"