Atonement – Plateau Style
By Mae Murray

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Roxton tossed and turned in his bed, angry with himself and unable to sleep. He and Marguerite had had another huge fight, arguing for hours and exchanging heated words all the way from the Zanga village back to the Treehouse.

Their discord had carried over into the evening. The moment the two of them had stepped out of the elevator, the others knew that they would be subjected to another of Roxton and Marguerite's lovers' spats—a spectacle the other explorers could have done very well without. The sparring couple had annoyed the other expedition members by glaring at each other throughout dinner, their bad moods poisoning what would otherwise have been a lovely meal.

Roxton sighed deeply. As was so often the case, it was a completely ridiculous fight. Good intentions on both sides… 'But as they say,' he thought, 'the way to hell is plastered with good intentions'.

He took his pillow and fluffed it up a little. Maybe that would help him fall asleep. But the pillow had been fine before. It was the memory of their shouting and bickering that robbed him of his sleep.

It had all started so well…

Someone needed to go to the Zanga village to do some trading to get much needed supplies. Roxton volunteered Marguerite and himself for the trip. The others readily agreed that Roxton and Marguerite should take on this task. Challenger's paternal smile and the wink Veronica gave Malone indicated that they all knew the hunter wanted some time alone with the beautiful heiress, but he didn't care. Neither did Marguerite.

They packed their backpacks full of goods to trade and got on the way. The trip to the Zanga village was pleasantly uneventful. Once there, they bartered and traded their items and filled the backpacks again with the new supplies.

As it was late when they finally concluded their transactions, Chief Jacoba invited them to stay overnight and they gladly agreed. Marguerite and Assai spent the evening chatting happily while Roxton exchanged hunting stories with a few of the Zanga men, trying his best to speak the Zanga language. Unlike Marguerite he didn't find it a particularly easy language and there were quite a few misunderstandings during the conversation. He was very embarrassed when he finally figured out that his story about a courageous battle against a T-Rex was interpreted as him suffering from diarrhea for a week.

Marguerite was in a good mood in light of their successful trading. She was in a playful frame of mind when, at the end of the evening, she came over to sit next to Roxton. As she listened to his hunting stories, she did plenty of touching--leaning her head on his shoulder, stroking his arm, touching his knee and thigh. It was all pretty subtle, but nonetheless rather exciting for it's audacity. There was always a chance someone would notice and comment. He was glad it was rather dark around the camp fire; it made it easier to hide his physical reaction to her tender gestures.

Since the Zanga had very liberal views on cohabitation, they offered Marguerite and Roxton just one hut to sleep in. Their relationship was not exactly a secret in the village and they had no qualms about accepting the accommodation.

When they bid good-night to the Zanga, Roxton felt elated, looking forward to a night of passion. He was not disappointed. The second the door to the hut they'd been given for the night closed behind them, Marguerite started to kiss him and fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Graciously returning the favor, he quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her skirt. A few moments later all clothes were shed and two naked bodies tumbled onto the bed.

Marguerite pushed him onto his back and started showering little kisses on his face. Her lips touched his skin only for the shortest moment, creating a fluttering, butterfly sensation that was very tender. She kissed his stubbly cheeks, his strong jaw, his forehead and then she started nibbling on his throat.

His hands inevitably went up to her breasts, stroking and massaging them lightly. His thumbs teased her nipples, causing her breath to quicken. Roxton loved fondling her breasts. In the early days on the Plateau he had seen them once, when he stood on watch on a river bank while she was taking one of her lengthy baths. Their perfect shape had burned itself in his brain and he had many sinful fantasies about how he wanted to touch and caress them. He was still making up for lost time.

Marguerite kissed a path down his chest, her final destination obviously his groin area. On her way down she placed wet kisses and gentle love bites all over his chest and belly. She had always cherished the moments when she could watch him at work without his shirt on. His broad shoulders and his strong chest just cried out to be kissed and caressed. His skin was so smooth and soft to the touch. She nibbled on one of his nipples for a moment, enjoying his enthusiastic gasp. Then she continued her downward path and paused for a moment to flick her tongue into his navel.

Her hands started caressing his muscular thighs. Roxton had beautiful legs. She smiled and thought, 'Well, no wonder they're so well-muscled, he gets enough exercise outrunning dinosaurs on his hunting trips.'

She chastised herself. 'Focus, Marguerite, we are getting closer to our target.'

She had reached his erection and looked at it for a moment, admiring its size and throbbing hardness. John had a lot wonderful qualities and as luck would have it, he was also a well-endowed man. She decided that it was time to pay homage to this lovely piece of male flesh.

He groaned ecstatically when he felt her mouth engulf his penis. He could swear he heard a little giggle from her, but was too distracted by the amazing sensation of her lips and tongue on his member to investigate further. She first sucked gently on it, while at the same time lovingly stroking the base and his testicles with her hands. Then she focused on the top of his penis, giving it quick licks that drove him crazy with pleasure. Then she took it deep in her mouth again, sucking more strongly now.

Marguerite had always taken her oral ministrations seriously--no half-hearted actions, but rather a full-fledged attack on his manhood. He knew he wouldn't last long if she didn't stop soon and he tried to get her attention by gently tugging on her dark curls.

She lifted her head, releasing his penis from her mouth, but giving it a coquettish little kiss before she finally looked at Roxton. Her hands held her throbbing treasure and her fingers caressed him lightly. She whispered in mock scorn, "Please don't distract me from my task, Lord Roxton! I intend to finish this, so you better lean back and stop bothering me."

Who was he to argue with a determined woman? His only answer was a very happy sigh as he leaned back again. Marguerite continued to lick and suck him in a most talented manner. He had had his share of experienced women, but Marguerite's skills at love-making surpassed all of them easily. All his senses were concentrated on experiencing her mouth, tongue and lips on his erect member. His breath was ragged and his hips pushed up slightly, finding a rhythm with the movement of her mouth. His groans became louder and more urgent and Marguerite knew that it was time to end the exquisite torture. She took him deep in her mouth a last time and fluttered her tongue around his glans. Shortly afterwards he climaxed with a lot of satisfied groaning.

While he enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm, Marguerite got up from the bed to rinse her mouth with some water. Then she came back and laid down next to Roxton. He drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. "That was wonderful, Marguerite. Thank you," he said in a deep, gravely voice.

Marguerite replied in a light but obviously pleased tone. "You're very welcome, Lord Roxton. Anything to please his lordship."

He started nuzzling her neck and throat, and whispered in her ear. "About time I started pleasing you, huh?"

She stroked his hair and leaned her head back so he could better reach her sensitive neck and throat area. "Well, you know what I like, John. I'm sure you'll find plenty of things that will please me tonight…"

Her voice sounded very throaty and husky, and he was determined not to disappoint her.

His mouth traveled down to her chest and he kissed her left breast and then lovingly sucked on her nipple. An obviously pleased moan from Marguerite indicated he was on the right track. One hand started to fondle her other breast--he didn't want it to feel neglected. His other hand slowly slid over her flat belly down to the exciting area between her legs. He covered her mound with his large hand, and Marguerite started to wiggle against his palm, obviously in need of further stimulation. He was only too happy to oblige. He slid one finger into her vagina and was thrilled to find her all wet and ready for him.

Marguerite meanwhile caressed the back of his head and his shoulders with her hands, showing her appreciation for his loving attentions. She gently tugged his head away from her left breast to her right. He eagerly complied and his mouth began its work again.

His hand between her legs was not inert either. He slid another finger into her and felt her vaginal muscles contract around them. He moved his fingers at a slow but steady rhythm and Marguerite responded to it with even more contractions of her vagina. Then he removed his now well-lubricated fingers and started to focus his attention on the tiny bundle of nerves above her vulva. He gently caressed her clitoris and Marguerite's breathing grew even heavier and she started to moan loudly.

Marguerite's reaction to their love-making excited him tremendously and he felt his erection slowly return. As if she could sense its arousal, one of Marguerite's hands went in search of his penis. When she found him nearly fully erect again, she huskily whispered in his ear, "I'm very pleased with your stamina, Lord Roxton, it looks like you're getting ready for another round."

Roxton lifted his mouth from her breast to look at her and grinned. "What can I say, Marguerite? You inspire me."

Marguerite laughed and continued to fondle his penis lovingly. With Roxton paying loving attention to her clitoris, she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. She tried to make up her mind whether she wanted to feel him inside her or whether it would be more fun to let him finish this.

She decided that a good erection should not go to waste and nudged Roxton.

"John, I'm ready."

He was distracted from all his activities between her legs and on her breasts and looked up with a slightly confused expression. "Huh?"

"I want you in me. NOW!" she said.

He grinned. "Whatever you want, whenever you want it."

She laid back and spread her shapely legs in eager anticipation. Roxton positioned himself between them and slowly pushed his now fully erect member into her. They had made love many times before, but this particular moment of the act, when he first entered her, always took his breath away. She was tight and warm and wet and just perfect for him. When he had entered her fully, she wrapped her long legs around him and he started to move in long, rhythmic strokes. Their breathing grew louder and more labored and was often interrupted by a great deal of passionate moaning, sighing, and groaning. Then Marguerite climaxed with a shudder and a last heartfelt moan and Roxton stopped his movements to let her relax.

He was still hard and hoped that he would last long enough to bring her to a second orgasm. The more familiar they had become with each others' bodies, the more he had been able to prolong their lovemaking. It was admittedly a bit juvenile, but he had a great need to impress Marguerite with his skills. And she seemed to appreciate the effort.

He kissed her lips softly and she opened her eyes. She smiled at him, still slightly dazed from the aftermath of her orgasm. She lovingly caressed his face with one hand, her fingers touching his sweaty forehead, outlining the line of his cheekbones and then down to his jaw. Then she leaned into another kiss, this time a deep and passionate kiss that left both of them breathless.

After their lips broke apart Roxton put his arms around her, one hand on her slim waist and one hand on her buttocks. Without a word he carefully rolled on his back, taking her with him, so she was lying on top of him. He smirked at her lovingly and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Ohhh, Lord Roxton, am I supposed to do all the work now?" she asked with a teasing smile.

He smirked at her and replied, "Well, I know how you like to be in charge, so I thought I was doing you a favor."

She responded with another passionate, open-mouthed kiss. She lightly bit on his lower lip and he took sweet revenge by doing the same to her upper lip. Then he searched out her tongue with his and they spent many breathless moments exploring one another's mouths.

After a while she gave him a last quick kiss on the lips and then lifted herself up to a sitting position. She straddled his hips, his penis still deeply sheathed in her. She was ready for more.

Marguerite began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, using her vaginal muscles in most imaginative ways. Soon she began to move faster, her body dictating her to increase the stimulation. Roxton knew he wouldn't last long; the pleasure of her movements was just too intense.

He watched as her self-control and cool rationality gave way to her usually hidden passionate nature. He looked at her through half-closed eyes. He loved seeing her like this, entranced by lust, all wild-eyed and in the throes of passion. Her pace quickened even more and her hand went down to stimulate her clitoris.

'Why didn't I think of that?' Roxton thought with mild self-reproach.

He reached up to caress her breasts and she smiled approvingly. Their movements became even more frantic. Marguerite moaned loudly, while Roxton groaned noisily. Marguerite felt the heat of her second orgasm arise, her muscles spasmed and she climaxed again. Seeing his love in the throes of her orgasm pushed Roxton over the edge as well. He felt the release and with one last push into her he came.

She collapsed on top of him, out of breath and covered in sweat. He put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Then he whispered in her ear. "That was incredible, Marguerite. Is it my imagination or is it getting better and better?"

She was too tired to open her eyes and just placed a kiss on his sweaty chest before replying sleepily. "It's your imagination. Now go to sleep, Roxton, we have a long trip home tomorrow."

***

Shortly after they left the Zanga village the next morning, Roxton became aware of someone following them. He wasn't sure they were hostile, but he wanted to be prepared for an attack. He led Marguerite to a nearby cave and told her to stay there with the supplies. He would scout the area to find out who the potential attackers were. Marguerite reluctantly agreed to stay in the cave, but she was not happy that he insisted on going out alone.

He wasn't far from the cave when the attack happened.

Six well-armed men. He knew the tribe. They were nomads, who didn't care much for trading, but rather used robbery as a means of getting their supplies.

He easily took out two, but then things got dicey. He shot a third attacker, but the last three were getting the upper hand. Suddenly one was shot and he took care of the other two. Marguerite had heard the shots and decided that he needed help.

He was out of breath and angry. At the attackers, at himself for getting into this skirmish ill-prepared and at Marguerite because she never seemed to listen. At first Marguerite was oblivious to this feelings.

"John, are you ok?" She cried out, her voice worried and anxious.

He just nodded.

She stepped closer to him and touched his arm. He had a little scratch on his left shoulder, where one of the attacker had used a knife. His shirt was torn and some blood was staining it.

"Oh my god, you're hurt. I should clean the wound." She said, full of concern for his health and safety.

He pushed her hand away.

"Forget it. It's nothing!" He said rudely. "Why didn't you stay in the bloody cave? I told you to wait there and watch the supplies. Can't you ever listen to anything I say? I'm getting sick and tired of you endangering your life all the time."

She had looked at him, hurt and confused.

"What?" She had mumbled incredulously. "I.. I saved YOUR life, Roxton!"

He made things worse when he replied. "I could have handled the situation very well without you, thank you very much!"

He wasn't sure whether it was his worry about her safety, the adrenaline rush caused by the fight with the nomads, or just a more extreme bout of his usual over-protectiveness concerning her, but he was unable to make amends. They went back to the cave to get the packs with the supplies, yelling at each other all the way. They continued to fight most of the rest of way to the Treehouse. When they were out of breath from insulting each other, they simply glared.

And now he was lying in his bed, feeling foolish and lonely. He sighed deeply. 'Will I ever learn? This is no way how to treat a woman. Especially a woman like Marguerite…'

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, sitting up straight and turned to face the nightly intruder.

"Marguerite!"

"Shhh!"

He looked at her in confusion. She wore only a flimsy white nightgown and her hair was loose and framed her face. 'Why is she standing at my bed? What could she possibly want? God, she's so incredibly beautiful.' "Any trouble?" he asked.

She eyed him with ill-disguised annoyance. "Can't I come to your room for any other reason than trouble? Can't you be anything else than the valiant rescuer of damsels in distress?" Her tone was rather irritated.

It finally dawned on Roxton that she had come to make up with him. She had taken the first step, although he had treated her badly. 'Well…if she didn't have such a temper, things might not have escalated as they did!' he thought, then did a sudden about face. 'What am I thinking? He reprimanded himself in silence. 'This isn't the time for blame.' Undoubtedly now was the time for a conciliatory gesture. "I'm so glad you came, Marguerite. I couldn't sleep all night because I'm so sorry about our fight. And what I said," he said in a very remorseful tone.

She sat down on the bed and was silent. Her mien wasn't overly friendly, but she didn't look mad either.

He decided that some flattery was in order. "I know you can take out any bad guy. You're an excellent fighter and expert shooter. And I tend to be over-protective. But it's only because I love you so much," he added hastily in his own defense. He used his puppy dog expression on her, a trick that he had found to work in extreme relationship emergencies.

A smile gradually appeared on her face. "You are a silly man. Why do you always have to make things more complicated?" she chastised him. "But I know you mean well. It's just – you have to stop doing this heroic act all the time. It's dangerous and unnecessary. Together we're strong, John!"

He nodded and drew her down beside him. She slipped under the sheet and into his arms, and he buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her sweet scent.

Then he felt her hand on his neck and he looked up.

There was a very mischievous and sexy expression on her face, and she said in a deceptively mild tone, "Lord Roxton, how will you atone for your sins? I expect some very sinful things from you tonight. And try to be quiet… The others are sleeping."

He wasn't quite successful in keeping things quiet, but she agreed afterwards that he had fully atoned for his sins.

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