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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[thenormalsquint]

[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?]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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...

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.

[trenchknives]

[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.]

[thenormalsquint]

[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.]

[trenchknives]

[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'?

[thenormalsquint]

[It's a delicious feeling, that hand down her back and Angela can't help but arch up into it, groaning softly. Hips working in tight circles, she grinds back and whines in reply to his question. Soaking wet and riding those long fingers in search of that tipping point over the edge? Of course she does.]

[trenchknives]

[He has a firm handful of her hair, and he tugs at it a little when she whines in response, remembering how she'd seemed to like that sensation so much. It's driving him crazy, to wait like this, but he just knows the payoff will be worth it, and that's why his fingers slow their motion a little, just enough so he can continue to torment her.]

You gonna say it, or you gonna make me guess?

[thenormalsquint]

Go to hell.

[She doesn't mean it and it's clear that she doesn't by the look on her face, eyes closed but not wrenched tight, mouth slack, breath shaky. She's being defiant because she's Angela and because he's teasing her towards insanity. He said he wanted to fuck her; fuck her already. Fuck her until she can't think or move. Stop plucking her clit like it's a violin string when it's this stiff and sensitive.]

[trenchknives]

[That response just gets a laugh from him, and hell, he likes it when she's defiant like this, likes that he, more often than not, can't keep up with teasing her too long or he'll go crazy himself. That's why, one hand still firmly tangled in her hair, he finally stops just pressing up against her, and presses inside of her instead, unable to quiet the low groan that he lets out as he's finally buried deep inside of her.]

[thenormalsquint]

[It's nothing but a small miracle that she doesn't come right then and there, right at the moment when he slides inside, fingers still intertwined in her hair, pushing his way deep into her where she can feel him stretch and part her like no other man. Her fingers, her toys, not even his fingers can get this sensation just right. Close, but not exact. There's nothing like his cock inside her, all hard and thick, filling her up and scratching that one intimate itch she can never get to.]

Jim-fuck...

[trenchknives]

[He has to take a deep, steadying breath before he even starts moving. She just feels too damn good, and the way she combines his name with a moan and a curse, that's enough to make him close his eyes for a moment, getting his bearings before he begins a steady rhythm, one hand finding a tight grip on her hip, the other still entwined in her hair. Slow, at first, and then a tiny bit quicker.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela makes a noise, something uninhibited and guttural that would even surprise herself if she was in any condition to be paying attention to something other but the sharp snap of Jimmy's hips and pleasurable soreness along the top of her head. Curses slip past her lips, each one increasing in volume, as she fists her hands in the bedsheets, toes curling on every stroke.]