[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.]
Lucky you, you get to sleep. [She pushes on his chest with her hand, using the leverage to reluctantly get to her feet.] I was interrupted getting ready for work tomorrow.
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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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[He gives a sleepy grin.]
I hope you know I never back down from a challenge.
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[If eyebrows could talk, his would be saying something pretty suggestive right about now.]
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[Or the truth is, it's more than likely to happen if he keeps it up. She's so weak.]
Go to sleep.
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