[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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?]
[Now that's what he wanted to hear. He grins even as he quickens his rhythm again, then takes the opportunity to bite her shoulder. He's not as fixated on biting as some people, but her favorable response to the hair-pulling and the way she's enjoyed some nibbling and biting in the past, well, it makes him think that maybe he can be a little more aggressive. Still, he doesn't make it too hard -- it's an attempt to see what she enjoys, after all, not a way to hurt her.]
[Between the dig of his teeth in his teeth in her flesh and his cock pushed all the way to the hilt, it hurts, but in that way that rides the fine line between pleasure and pain. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she gives another cry, something closer to a needy, aching sob as her wetness surges more over him, the slap of damp skin piercing the air. It's so damn good; a girl could get addicted to this.]
[He's gratified that she seems to enjoy that, because sinking his teeth into her skin feels good in a way he can't possibly express, and he groans long and low against her shoulder as he does so. He's practically draped over her, now, pressing his weight onto her, pressing her towards the bed.
The hand on her hip releases its grip, only to find something else to hold onto -- her forearm, which she's propping herself up with. His hand goes to it, draping himself over her more, gripping her arm hard, almost with the effect of pinning it to the bed.]
[She's always been the one to take control in the bedroom, letting her partners know what she wants and how she wants it, but this... this does something to her mind, body, and soul that drives her completely into another dimension. The idea of giving up all control to someone she trusts not to abuse that notion arouses her more than anything else right now. Words can't make enough sentences for her to let him know this, but actions always speak louder than words, and the hint of her back yield to his weight and the way she almost helps him press her arm into the mattress... maybe that speaks volumes.]
[He'll take that little indication and run with it, pressing her down towards the bed more, tightening his grip on her arm, breathing hard as he keeps up his quick, rhythmic thrusts.]
Fuck, Angela, I'm fuckin'...
[He has no idea what he's saying. It doesn't really matter, anyway. He's close to the edge, and that much is probably obvious from the noises he's making.]
[A clench in her stomach at the way he says her name has her actually remembering that it is her name after all. Easy to forget when your mind's been blown to pieces and it's still nothing but another well sated body part. Mixed with those utterly sexy noises, Angela tightens around him, giving him an extra urge, some allowance, to bring him off as well as he did her.]
[When she says it like that, when she tightens around him like that, how can he resist, when he was so close anyway? He practically collapses on top of her as his climax hits, only able to remember how to babble out a combination of swear words and her name. His whole body trembles, and he finds himself gasping and shuddering on top of her, unable to do anything else.]
[She hums in response, happy and sated, at the trickle of warmth inside her. His weight is welcome, though soon, the sweat along both their bodies will cool and become sticky, but hell if Angela wants Jimmy to move. If he's in any shape like her, he probably can't right now. Wouldn't want to. Nothing better than to lie here in the afterglow, reaching up to twist with a rogue strand of his hair around her finger.]
[He's pretty much speechless, really, and although he tries not to crush her with his weight, his muscles seem to have decided they're tired of holding him up.]
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Jim-fuck...
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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.]
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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.]
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[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?]
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The hand on her hip releases its grip, only to find something else to hold onto -- her forearm, which she's propping herself up with. His hand goes to it, draping himself over her more, gripping her arm hard, almost with the effect of pinning it to the bed.]
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Fuck, Angela, I'm fuckin'...
[He has no idea what he's saying. It doesn't really matter, anyway. He's close to the edge, and that much is probably obvious from the noises he's making.]
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Come, baby. Come inside me.
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Fuck...
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Wow.
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[He's pretty much speechless, really, and although he tries not to crush her with his weight, his muscles seem to have decided they're tired of holding him up.]
That was pretty damn good.
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Only pretty good? I was judging it a little higher, but that's just me.
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