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[He kisses his way down her neck to her shoulder, not bothering to answer her question. And can he really be blamed if he goes for a couple bites to her neck and shoulder, too? That, combined with the way he's now gripping her hips tightly, should be answer enough.]

Strange. You're usually running off at the mouth. Cat got your tongue?

[No, he can't. And can she be either if those words come out a little tight at the edges when he presses his teeth into her skin? Certainly if the cat hasn't caught his tongue, then maybe he could run it along the length of her throat like she wants him to, but won't ask for it. Far too early to ruin the game.]

Mmhmm...

[He mumbles it into her skin, not breaking contact with her for a moment, not even to speak. His hands are slowly sliding up her sides now, taking their time, relishing the feeling of her body under his hands, and his lips move to nibble at her ear and jawline.]

[The vibration sends a thrill down her spine, the kind that makes her nipples stiffen under her nightshirt, buds pressing through the worn cotton.]

G-gotta use your words, Jimmy.

[Actually, she really doesn't care if he chooses not to. If his mouth stays right where it is, Angela can really get used to listing her hips into him.]

[Yeah, he's not going to be using his words. That'd require breaking away from her for a moment, and he's not particularly interested in that. He's more interested in leaning into her, pressing against her back, fingers finally creeping their way up to brush over her nightshirt, finding her nipples where they stand out underneath the fabric.]

[The slide of his fingertips across her nipples drag the shirt just a bit, sending sparks of friction Angela's unfamiliar with. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. She gasps softly and lets the blouse finally slip from her grasp so she is free to reach up and clutch his wrists. She doesn't guide him, but just rests them there, savoring the jolt to her nerve endings.]

[The fingers of one hand continue to graze across her nipples, but he pulls the other free to go to her hair, tugging her head back gently -- although his grip will tighten if she indicates that she likes the way he's got a handful of her hair -- to kiss her hungrily on the lips.]

[There's a strange way that she whimpers into his mouth. An overload of the sensate for a second there makes her knees weak, legs swaying as she feels pinpricks of pleasurable pain along her scalp. How can she let him know she wants more of that, harder, now please, when her mouth is occupied and her pulse is starting to race faster than it has ever before?]

[Luckily, for all that he's not a particularly sneaky person, he is a perceptive one, at least when it comes to something like this. He can tell from her whimper, from the way she sways slightly against him, that she wants more. His hand tugs at her hair more roughly, his fingers on her nipples a little less of a graze now and more of a firm touch, trying to see what reactions he can get. That whimper had been nice, but he wants more, too.]

[He gets more when she breaks the kiss to catch her breath, a strangled sound wrenching its way out of her throat. She can feel a rush of heat between her thighs, her getting wetter with each pull of the dark strands. If she was clear-headed, and she's not that anymore, she would wonder what's come over Jimmy, what made him decide to try something new, something that's always sparked her interest but never came up between them.

All she cares about right now is him never stopping.]

[Jimmy's always up for adventure, always looking for something new and exciting, and this is the best kind of new and exciting thing -- the kind that makes her make noises like that. His hand abandons her nipples for a moment to slide back down her body, then to make its way from her hip to her thigh slowly, other hand still firmly gripping her hair.]

[How broken she sounds when he removes his hand from her breast. She wants him to touch her more and never stop touching her either. Goddamn, it doesn't feel like he's touching her enough. Everything feels like it's in slow-motion with the air in the room is thick and heavy with lust. Even sweat begins to bead up on her forehead. Her body is tense just waiting for his next move and impatience dominates her thoughts when she shifts to guide his hand between her legs, now instead of later.]

So impatient...

[He's not complaining, though. He wants to be touching her, and from the way he's pressed against her, that should be pretty damn obvious. The way he begins to move his fingers between her legs is slow and lazy, at first, but quickly speeds up in pace; he's getting unbelievably aroused just from touching her, just from feeling the way her body responds, and he wants more already.]

[But she is because she doesn't care for his commentary or the fact that he chooses now to speak. Stop talking and more action. The slow wind of his hand against her is like he has the full-on intention of having her break before she gets anywhere and that's very likely to happen. As good as it feels, he's denying her just about everything that will make her reach orgasm. A sharp intake of breath and Angela thrusts back towards him, first more to spur him on to something more than an easy stroll along her flesh, and then to gain more ground against him one things run more her style.]

Shut up...

Hey, c'mon, that's not very nice.

[He doesn't pull his hand that's between her legs away, but his hand in her hair loosens its grip for a moment so that he can move it between them, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants slowly. It's obvious he has something else in mind, even as he keeps up those little motions with the hand that's pleasuring her.]

[Well, if they're going to argue about niceties at a moment like this, he really shouldn't be letting go of her hair because that is rude and that makes her utter a wordless complaint, low in her throat, head instinctively drifting back to follow wherever his hand went.]

[He wishes he had more hands, he really does, because he wants to be touching her everywhere, to have a handful of her hair in one hand and still have two hands free to do other things, but for now, he has to make do with rolling his hips against her back slightly, making his own arousal known.]

[Through the greedy fog of her mind, the thick solid feel of him against her ass finally makes it way through. He's out of hands, but hers are free, free to slip one behind her and between them, the heel of her hand pressed up against his cock. She won't be evil and tease him, just supply him with sweet friction in the form of a gentle kneading motion.]

[The feel of her hand against him is enough to make him groan a little, rocking his hips forward against that kneading motion. That gives him the chance to take hold of her hair again, tugging her head back to press a kiss to her lips, as his fingers keep up their exploration between her legs, finally settling on a rhythm that doesn't involve much teasing at all. Somehow, he thinks, she'll prefer that to his slow, cautious motions of before.]

[Her mouth falls open at the uptick in speed, letting loose a cry that brushes against his lips that close in on hers. She's close to an overload, stomach pulling taut as the coiling builds up at the base of her spine. Angela can taste it just behind her teeth and her legs tremble with anticipation, toes curled into the carpet, but there's something she's missing. Just a little more, a lure so significant she won't be able to deny it.]

I really...

[He's breathing hard as it is, but he tries to keep his voice under control as he speaks, fingers still moving between her legs, mouth only a small distance from hers as he speaks.]

I really wanna fuck you right now.

[Not eloquent, perhaps, but true, nevertheless.]

[Angela knows he's never been a man of many words and neither have any of them been fancy, but that's exactly what turns her on about his statement. It's so raw and needy and it runs right through her, making the heat and wetness between her thighs build, easing the slide of flesh against flesh.]

I need you.

[He's not-so-subtly pushing her towards the bed now, although it's not exactly a far distance to walk, knowing that the sooner he gets her there, the sooner he can be inside of her, and that's really want he wants. He can feel how her body responds to his, and she can probably feel how needy he is, just wanting to get her down on that bed as soon as possible.]

[Subtle or not, she doesn't care. She's ready and willing to let him take her anywhere he pleases when she's in a state like this. Her shins bump up against the edge of the mattress and Angela just has the barest of clear minds to push her clothes off to the side. A few shirts and a dress slide onto the floor where they'll surely get wrinkled, but once she leans forward onto her hands and braces a knee on the bed, there's nothing else in this world that's important, this very room even, but them.]

[He's tugging his own pants off as quickly as he can, not wanting to break contact with her for long, and then his hands are back, one hand running down her body to the small of her back, the other hand going between her legs again, tugging them a little further apart, rubbing teasingly. He can't resist the urge to tease her just a bit more, though, before getting inside of her like he wants to, so he grins cockily as he speaks, though the arousal's evident in his voice.]

You want somethin'?

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