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[He'd briefly wondered if she'd been wearing a bra and decided she probably wasn't, but faced with the irrefutable evidence that she wasn't wearing one still made him smile with anticipation and a not insignificant amount of arousal, which is probably obvious to her as she touches him.
He groans at her caressing, and his hands slide back up her body once her dress is out of the way, moving slowly, feeling as much of her soft skin as he can. Finally, his fingers run almost teasingly over her nipples.]
He groans at her caressing, and his hands slide back up her body once her dress is out of the way, moving slowly, feeling as much of her soft skin as he can. Finally, his fingers run almost teasingly over her nipples.]
Well, hello there.
[She certainly felt a rush of something, a quickening of his pulse maybe, right there and then. He's not lacking in the size department either. Just from this angle here, he's heavy and warm in her hand and probably even better in her mouth. The thought makes Angela lick her lips in anticipation, the action only broken by a faint and shaky moan when he touches such a sensitive spot.]
[She certainly felt a rush of something, a quickening of his pulse maybe, right there and then. He's not lacking in the size department either. Just from this angle here, he's heavy and warm in her hand and probably even better in her mouth. The thought makes Angela lick her lips in anticipation, the action only broken by a faint and shaky moan when he touches such a sensitive spot.]
[He grins at her, running his fingers over one of her nipples once again, and then letting his fingers linger there, seeing if he can get another moan out of her with a slight pinch.]
Hi.
[His response would have been more eloquent if she wasn't touching him like that, but it's damn hard to think straight when a woman like her has his cock in her hand.]
Hi.
[His response would have been more eloquent if she wasn't touching him like that, but it's damn hard to think straight when a woman like her has his cock in her hand.]
[She's awful enough to bite back that moan, teasing him by withholding the sounds she knows he wants. It's hard for her to; her teeth leave a mark in her lower lip in the attempt. Maybe she can make him moan for her, turn the tables of control, by rolling a thumb over the tip as she twists her wrist slightly.]
[If it was a moan she was looking for, it's a moan she'll get. He's not sly enough to withhold it if she's doing something like that, and although it's a low, quiet moan, it's a moan nonetheless. She has him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively.]
[That's a nice sound to her ears and it makes her smile against his neck, lips kissing the skin there again while her hand stays at work. He's still wearing too much clothing for her taste compared to what she has left--only her solid black pumps. For now, and maybe the rest of the night, she might keep them on. Make them earn their 'fuck me pumps' nickname in truth.]
[He'd like to get out of the rest of his clothes, too, mostly because he wants to be doing a lot more than just being touched right now, good as it feels, as talented as her hands are. He won't complain if she wants to keep the shoes on, but at the moment, he barely even notices, busy as he is running his hands across her body and then lower, brushing between her legs almost teasingly. He'll have to get her out of those underwear, too.]
[Well, no one's getting out of anything if they don't make the move for it. And far be it from Angela to wait for him to take the lead. Pulling his shirt down to his forearms is easy enough, just as easy as it is for her to part her thighs a little, giving him more room to play. Next up is his pants. Those are already loose and hanging off his thighs and she can push his boxers down to join them. Anything else remains left up to him.]
[He's quick to shrug his shirt off the rest of the way, and then, once she pushes his pants and boxers down, he can kick those off, too. Much better. And of course, it's only fair that he slides his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear -- it's just easier to touch where he really wants to touch, and where he hopes will elicit a moan from her.]
[It certainly does, one that's deeper and breathier than the ones she'd made before. She's utterly soaked, flesh slick and easy to glide against. Angela has no qualms about pressing into his fingers, grinding against them for more friction as she winds a hand into his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands to get his mouth on hers.]
[He's glad she isn't shy about showing him what she wants, because he's not a shy person either. His mouth goes back to hers even as his fingers continue to rub against her, just savoring the feeling of her for now, wanting to make her make that breathy moan again.]
[She upends her champagne, draining it in a way that's entirely unlady like then smiles at him.] What were you saying, Fella?
[He laughs.]
I like ya already. Ya gonna have another one of those, or ya want somethin' a little stronger?
I like ya already. Ya gonna have another one of those, or ya want somethin' a little stronger?
[She let out a mock gasp.] Already trying to get me smashed and you don't even know my name. [She pretended to shame him.] I think I'll take another of these and keep my head just a little bit longer.
Okay, fair enough... what's your name?
[A cheeky grin as he orders her another champagne.]
[A cheeky grin as he orders her another champagne.]
[He gets a laugh out of her] Lucy Locke and what's yours?
Jimmy Darmody. Nice t'meet ya, Lucy.
[There was a slight chance she'd heard his name around, maybe, but for the most part, he tried to keep out of the public eye. The guys he worked with, sure, they could be famous if they wanted to, but he didn't exactly see being talked about as a benefit.]
[There was a slight chance she'd heard his name around, maybe, but for the most part, he tried to keep out of the public eye. The guys he worked with, sure, they could be famous if they wanted to, but he didn't exactly see being talked about as a benefit.]
[There's not problem getting her to make any of those sounds again. They're muffled by the clashing of their lips, tongue, and teeth, but the moans are clear and loud enough that it advertises exactly how Angela likes it. The slower he goes, the quieter she gets. The faster and rougher he gets, the more likely the entire neighborhood will hear.]
[He wants loud -- why should he care what the neighborhood hears? It's not his neighborhood, and the sounds are too goddamn sexy to want to stifle them. Faster and rougher is definitely something he can do, and he increases the speed and pressure of his fingers a little, seeing what that'll do.]
[What it does is get Angela cursing roughly against his mouth as she cants her legs wider, giving him more room, more access. He could make her come like this, Angela knows, and she is sure as hell not stopping him.]
[It's one of those deals where the name sounds familiar but doesn't raise any bells or real connections for her.]
Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy. So you come here often?
Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy. So you come here often?
Sure, when I can.
[In fact, he usually comes here for work, but she doesn't need to know the specifics quite yet. Let her think he spends a lot of time living it up and partying -- that's easier to explain than the alternative.]
I haven't seen you around, though, so you must not be a regular.
[In fact, he usually comes here for work, but she doesn't need to know the specifics quite yet. Let her think he spends a lot of time living it up and partying -- that's easier to explain than the alternative.]
I haven't seen you around, though, so you must not be a regular.
It's my first night. [She admits this with a slightly sheepish grin.] I'm new here. Just moved from Birmingham, Alabama.
Alabama? I've never been there -- what's it like? 'n what brought you here?
Very southern. Lots of sweet tea, mint juleps and church on Sunday. [She takes a sip of her champagne.] I wanted to see somethin' outside of that.
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