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[trenchknives]

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

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[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.]

[trenchknives]

[Slow just isn't the way Jimmy does things, no matter how hard he tries to restrain himself, and it isn't long before his pace speeds up a little, his rhythm never missing a beat.]

Fuck, Angela, you feel so damn...

[He's not even sure what he's trying to say anymore; the only thing he knows is that his grip might just be a bit too tight, that his hips might be moving just a little too fast, but she seems to be enjoying it anyway.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Never too tight. She needs this, just the way he's giving it to her. Anything less would be frustrating and unsatisfying. This way, the neighbors are going to complain (again), and maybe tomorrow, she'll opt to wear her hair down instead of in a ponytail, but Angela wouldn't take it any other way. She's so damn close, needing that break like never before.]

Please... please... Jimmy, please.

[She doesn't know what she's begging for exactly, but she craves it like the air she's finding it hard to breathe.]

[trenchknives]

[He can't know for sure what she's begging for, but he can know that it's easy enough for him to move his hand from gripping her hip to sneaking between her legs, matching the friction of his fingers rubbing against her clit to the pace of his hips. She might not be begging for that, specifically, but he'll see what she thinks about it. All he knows is she feels damn good, both inside and outside, and he wants to feel every part of her.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Whatever it was Angela thought she needed, this does well enough. She gasps sharply as she drops to her forearms, head dipping low and in turn, intensifying the traction he already has on her hair. The combination is too much, all too soon, and her body erupts and quakes around his cock, muscles twitching and seizing, breath and words catching in her throat. She's frozen in a place, led only by her climax, where everything comes down to a pinpoint of only him and her and their bodies matched together.]

[trenchknives]

[He can't help but laugh, not because it's funny but because it's such an amazing goddamn sight and feeling, the way she can't speak, the way her muscles twitch, the way her body feels around him. He leans forward a little, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment until he thinks he can catch his breath and keep going, because there's no way he's stopping now, not when she's gasping and climaxing like that, not when it only makes his own pleasure that much more intense.]

[thenormalsquint]

[He's damn well lucky that being so far gone means she's unaware of anything but the sound of her own pulse racing in her ears. Between that and trying to remember what breathing is, much less what words are, Angela can't do much more than reach down and gently move his hand away from between her legs with a set of trembling fingers. Her clit is just too sensitive to be touched right now.]

[trenchknives]

[He's perfectly happy to have his hand moved away; it just goes back to her hip, although the grip on her hair has loosened considerably in the moments since her climax. He knows he could draw this out for longer, or could let himself be pushed over that edge any second now -- it's all up to how she responds, how her body moves, whether she seems like she can take more.]

[thenormalsquint]

Don't stop.

[Strange how those are the first words out of her mouth even though she's shifted his hand away. She can definitely take more, definitely wants more. In fact, Angela wants to see what else Jimmy has up his sleeve, if he does. He was brave enough to experiment and discover one of her kinks. What else can he dig up and find out what secrets Angela's been hiding from him?]