[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.]
[She hopes he stays right where he is while she's in the bathroom because when she comes back, she drapes herself all over him, work clothes forgotten.]
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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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[With much effort, he rolls off of her, only to flop back down onto the bed.]
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And what was that all about?
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[He's still right there, yep. He's not intending to move.]
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[Welcome to her version of sleepy pillow talk.]
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[As he does with everything.]
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I like the way you think. Or don't think, for that matter.
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