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Sugar Walls	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Friday the 13th. The characters of Micki, Ryan, and Jack do not belong to me, they are the property of Paramount, Frank Mancuso, Jr. et. al. and I absolutely do not get paid for this.

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We’ve just pulled the Cursemobile back into the garage, and we’re listening to the radio, my Howard Jones tape serenading us with “No One is to Blame” as we park with loopy grins.
“I had a great time tonight.” Ryan says to me, “That was just what I needed.”
I slide next to him on the bench seat and give him a hug, “Me too.” I reply. Again, he smells just delicious. The masculine undertone is in a world all of its own. My mouth moves to his ear, “Thank you for the nice night, Ryan.” I tell him, then tentatively kiss the space below his ear on his jawline. He sucks in a breath as I can’t help but make a trail of small kisses to his mouth.
When our lips touch, everything goes nuclear. My body trembles all over as our mouths explore each other, first cautiously, quickly elevating to passionately. Our arms are still around each other from the hug, and hands begin exploring each other in what can only be described as frantic need. His hand slides up from my back to touch the side of my face, and caresses it with such tenderness that I could cry. Our kiss is still going, and I don’t feel like I’m close enough to him, so I move to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat. Now I definitely feel his excitement.
Ryan looks surprised and breaks us out of our kiss, “Micki, are you sure about this?” he pants in concern.
I kiss him again, slowly, with the most passionate intent that I can transmit, “Positive.” I answer with my mouth hovering close to his, “Laura got me insanely jealous.”
“She did? Wow. For what it’s worth, I just thought that you didn’t feel *that* way about me.” Ryan admits as I kiss him again.
“Well, I do feel *that* way about you.” I say into his lips.
“Thank God.” He responds and we fall into a lengthy make-out session that fogs up the curse hearse until it’s impossible to see out of the windows. Every kiss he shares with me helps to erase the crushing hurt that I felt after he spurned my arms for Laura’s after that fire fight. My need for him is spreading like wildfire as his mouth moves down to kiss my neck. We need to get to a bed, quickly.
“Should we take this inside?” I manage out.
“Yeah.” He growls into my neck. He opens the car door and I make the first move to get out. Ryan gets out behind me and takes one of my hands, leading me into Curious Goods, smiling beatifically at me. We make our way through the shop proper, seeing no sign of Jack. He checks the desk before we head upstairs to find a note from Jack telling us that he’s spending a couple of days out of town in search of a cursed pillbox.
“So we’re alone.” I comment, “How fortuitous.”
He drops the note on the desk and reaches for me, grabbing my waist and pulling me into another kiss, “I couldn’t agree more.” He says, leading me up the stairs.
Once we reach the kitchenette, we land on his cot, resuming our lip-lock as his body eases on top of mine, his manly heaviness feeling pleasantly all encompassing. I let myself fall into this sensation for a while, twining my right hand into his hair as the other clutches his lower back. He takes a break from our kiss to shrug off his suit coat and I use this opportunity to toe off my heels before we resume kissing and dry humping each other with fervor. I am so excited. Ryan is an amazing kisser, for one. I feel like we could keep going like this for hours, but I also feel like I want more.
I want all of him.
“We need to get out of these clothes.” I caress against his lips with mine, breathing out the words.
He pulls back and looks at me for a second before ripping off his T-shirt and casting it aside. I smile, sitting up, “Could you help me out of this dress?”
“Absolutely.” He smiles back. I move to stand off the cot positioned in front of him and turn around.
“The zipper’s in the back.” And now I am feeling him slowly drag the zipper down to its hilt on my lower back. He pulls at the fabric on my hips, the dress moving slowly down and off my body. I feel a surge of wetness in my center as the garment falls to my feet. Now in just my matching blue bikini panties, I turn back to face him.
“Holy Christ, you’re gorgeous.” Ryan lets out as his eyes survey my body.
I kneel down and start to work on the belt buckle of his jeans. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” I respond. I make quick work of getting rid of his pants, and he pulls me into another kiss upon completion of that task, his hand in my hair with the other on my waist as he leans me back into the pillow of his cot. He slides on top of me between my thighs and my legs wrap around his waist. The proof of his want presses against my damp panties and it feels excruciatingly good. Our mouths have not ceased their connection, deepening in intensity as our hips grind together. I reach my hands down to the waistband of his boxers and yank them down. Our mouths lose connection as he assists in moving them the rest of the way down his legs.
Wow. It’s so pretty. Ryan has the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen; the size is perfect and it stands completely at attention, sheathed in glowing smooth olive skin. “You’re so beautiful.” I tell him, beholding him in admiration.
He moves back between my legs and kisses up my torso, creating tingly sensations throughout my body as he settles on my left breast and begins to softly suckle the nipple. Jolts ignite sparks in my core. Another gush of wetness surges into my underwear. I need these off.
Oh, but this feels so nice, now he’s paying the same attention to the other breast and my want is an ocean worth of desire. He continues for a bit and soon enough he’s kissing his way up my neck and our lips are meeting again. Now that he’s eye level I feel the need to proposition him.
“Ryan, can you take my panties off?” I ask, my breath ragged.
“Yes.” He hisses against my mouth. He raises up and begins to use his hands and I stop him.
“With your teeth, please.” I purr.
Ryan smiles but doesn’t say anything as I raise my hips slightly. He leans his head down to the waistband of my underwear, kissing the skin bordering it with an aching slowness before I feel his teeth tug on the band and slowly drag down. Once they reach my thighs, he uses his left hand to rip them the rest of the way off, and moves back on top of me. Our mouths meet again, tongues sliding hotly against each other in a sensual dance. One of his hands caresses my breast, my hands are in his hair as his other hand slips up my back under me to grasp a shoulder, “Please, I need you.” I plead between kisses. His cock presses against the opening of my pussy, maddeningly erotic.
“My god, you’re so wet.” He muses, kissing down my neck and moving to reposition himself. He eases inside slowly, carefully. Oh my sweet Jesus, this feels amazing. Once he’s to the hilt, he halts his movements.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“No, I just…I just need a minute.” He answers, kissing me again, “This feels so good I think it needs some getting used to.”
He begins to slowly move against me and I circle my legs back around his waist. The pace increases in increments and Heaven, this is wonderful. Oh, he just feels so intoxicating. I am completely wrapped up in him. Through it all, we have to keep kissing each other. This is deliberate and passionate, the way he’s moving against me. He’s shoving against me and I’m shoving back, our bodies connection rocking a rhythmic dance. My hands move from where they were circled around his neck to grip his strong upper arms. The muscles strain under my palms and I find this pleasantly thrilling.
“I can’t believe how good you feel.” Ryan breathes out, leaning down to kiss my jawline as he thrusts a little faster.
Oh my god, I think I’m going to come already. Granted, I’ve been pretty excited for a while tonight, but I usually don’t come this quickly. However, my toes are tingling and I feel a swelling pleasure in my center. I cry out slightly as my body trembles all over and he leans down to kiss me again, my breasts grazing his chest as my orgasm leaps off the precipice and into the abyss.
Ryan keeps moving against me, maintaining a steady medium pace as I pant my way through my orgasm, feeling just fantastic. We’re still kissing, and I suck his tongue a little into my mouth as one of my hands clutches his ass. His pace gets more forceful and he’s thrusting a little harder after I do this, and I think he might be close.
As I’m thinking this, I find myself coming *again*, just like that. Holy fuck, he feels incredible. My vision gets starry and all I can feel is him all around me. It’s a magnificent sensation. I feel him swelling inside of me as his thrusts grow frantic and he cries out in a groan against my neck, our orgasms co-mingling our pleasure. His movements gradually slow down to a stop and he sags against me, lazily kissing my cheekbone as I sign in content. He’s still inside of me, and due to the smallness of the cot, is not making any moves to go anywhere. I softly stroke his back and his face reaches mine again. Our kiss is sweet but with lingering remnants of passion.
“I am so glad that I came home.” He breathes out, hand caressing my cheek.
I’m hit with an overwhelming feeling of emotion and my eyes well a little with tears, “Do you mean that?” I ask, voice tremulous.
“More than anything.” Ryan says gently, kissing the tears away that fall on my cheeks, “This is like a dream.” His mouth closes over mine again in another blissful kiss and I silently agree with him, He feels so good that it’s unreal. Ultimately dreamlike.
As pleasant as he feels on top of me, the area under me has become incredibly damp and I become aware of the slight discomfort. I break our kiss and rub my nose against his, “Should we move to my bed soon? We’ll have more room to cuddle and we can escape this wet spot.”
“Sounds perfect.” He replies, slowly moving off of me with a little effort. I wonder if he feels as boneless as I do at this point.
Ryan helps me off the cot and we have to stagger our way into my bedroom. I pull the covers back on the bed and we slide in under cool, dry sheets. He lays on his back and I snuggle up next to him with my head on his chest and my body alongside his, our legs entwining. One of his hands takes mine and our fingers lace together as I look up into his face. He’s gazing down at me with a satisfied smile gracing his lips. I raise up slightly and softly kiss the dimple in his cheek, trailing slowly back to his mouth. I am overcome by how much I am in love with him, but am still too afraid to just come right out and say it. We’re under such a lovely spell, I don’t want to break it by injecting reality into the situation. What if his feelings don’t go that far, and this is just lust for him? I don’t want to risk losing him again. I can’t.
“Do you know how much you mean to me?” Ryan asks me as our kiss ends, looking into my eyes.
There’s such a tenderness there that it scares me, “Why would you think of leaving me, then?” I ask softly, trying to tread carefully but still feeling remnants of that hurt.
“Temporary insanity.” He replies, “Believe me, if I even had a clue that I had a chance with you, I wouldn’t have even *looked* at Laura.”
I smile at him in relief, “Good answer.” I kiss his neck as I settle my head on his shoulder, “So was it worth the wait?” I ask, yawning.
“More than worth it.” He smiles, “Definitely worth *continuing* to explore this new side of our relationship.” His hand traces light circles on my back as he falls into a yawn of his own.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” I say with exhaustion in my voice, “Should we reconvene in the morning? I am so sleepy.” I yawn again and snuggle in closer to his body.
“I’ll be here.” Ryan tells me, kissing the top of my head, and soon we are captured in fatigued but easy slumber.

End. Hoop-LA!
“Remember when we used to dance/All I wanna do is dance.” -Gorillaz, “Dirty Harry”
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