[He's not surprised that she's so close to the edge so quick, and it's obvious from the way she's moving her body, every single one of her muscles tense, every noise she makes, that he's doing something very right. Of course, the fact that it's been so long -- he doesn't know how long, exactly, but he gets the sense that it's been too long, regardless of the actual length of time that's passed -- since someone has done this to her must be contributing, but that doesn't stop him in his movements, doesn't stop his tongue from mercilessly focusing on that spot of her, doesn't stop him from taking the opportunity to slide one finger inside of her as she pants and rolls her hips.]
[She wants to hold on just a bit more, for longer, to enjoy everything she's missed before actually coming, but it's so hard. Everything feels so brand new and potent it makes her head spin. Angela doesn't even want to think what it took to get her to this point, not that she can think of anything but how he's working her over, satisfying every need she didn't remember she has.
Just a little more before she loses every bit of sense of self she has.]
[So maybe he's a little proud of himself, and maybe he's grinning against her as he continues to use his tongue and his fingers, wanting to drive her crazy, wanting to take her past the point where she's able to talk, where she's able to make any noises at all except noises of complete enjoyment. He's always been so turned on by this, so completely aroused by seeing what he can do to someone, the way he can make someone shake and moan, and he adds another finger, not relenting at all, not stopping until she tells him to.]
[Nothing else that comes out her mouth is the least bit coherent anymore, just moans and sighs jumbled up with his name on her tongue as writhes against him. Her fingers tighten in his hair just as she stiffens around his fingers, holding him right there against her in two places as she breaks and comes, shivering thoroughly like her body's completely out of control. Her hips buck up off the bed and she loses her hold on herself, whimpering helplessly as the heat overtakes her.]
[When he finally breaks away from her, once she's shivered and writhed and whimpered, there's definitely a look of sheer pride on his face, and he runs one hand over her thigh softly as he smiles up at her.]
That okay for you?
[He knows it was, of course, but he likes to hear it, too, likes to know that he's made her happy.]
[A few deep measured breaths later, she's looking up at that cocky face with that stupid look on it and she's covering her face with her hands and chuckling self-deprecatingly.]
That was embarrassing.
[She's never come that fast in her life. Was she that backed up and desperate?]
[Of course he doesn't, since he was the one that had helped it happen. He presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, lazy and relaxed, relishing her enjoyment.]
Says you. If you came as fast as I did, you'd be embarrassed.
[Of course, if he came that quickly, his ego would probably be bruised and it wouldn't be good for either one of them. Still, though, it was good and so very needed, no doubt about that.
She needs just a few more moments to get herself back together, to calm her body down so she's not so sensitive anymore, and she spends a couple of them stroking her fingers through his hair.]
Depends. [She's back on her elbows, sliding a leg against him, eyebrow cocked slightly.] I'm sure you are and I am an equal lover...
[There's not a bit of hesitation in her moves as she reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock again, licking her lips all the while. She could return the favor in the same exact way, or they can be creative and try something else. While she's into almost everything, she's still testing the waters with him.]
If I didn't want to, I would have said so before you took your pants off.
[A smirk makes it home across her face just before she leans up to press her lips against his throat, working her way to his mouth so she can taste herself in his mouth. Her hand slides against him, tightening on the way up and just around the tip, loosening on the way down and back again. He's nice and hard, just the way she loves them and as much as she wants him deep in her throat, Angela's afraid he might not last.
There's always later, of course. It's doubtful this will be a one time thing.]
[He's sliding back up her body, reaching for the bedside table drawer at the same time, obviously going for a condom. There's no way he can hold back now, not when she wants it, too, and his hands are quick and nimble as he opens the package and rolls the condom on, pressing a kiss to her lips as he does so, wanting to do it as quickly as possible, in case she suddenly decides she's not interested in him anymore.]
Goddamn, you're beautiful.
[It's not mindless flattery, it's just true, in his opinion.]
[Her voice is suddenly thick and husky, even with the sarcasm, breath ghosting against his lips, when the longing to feel him inside her returns fulls force. She touches him everywhere she can--his arms, his shoulders, his back--memorizing how the bones lay just under that pale skin of his. The scent of him, sweat and cologne, is intoxicating, making her feel almost drunk. It's too much to wait for, her blood running hot, and she tips her hips enough that her legs fall open, showing just what he's able to do to her.]
[Commands like that are enough to get him breathing hard, and when she tilts her hips like that and her legs spread open, he suddenly can't remember how to breathe at all, for a moment. It's not like she's the first girl he's been with, nor will she be the last, but goddamn, she's the perfect one right now, and he can't imagine anything he wants more than to feel her, really feel her, every part of her, inside and out.
So he does shut up, though it takes some effort, shuts up and puts a hand under her chin, tilting her head up for a kiss even as he slides into her, groaning into her mouth at how warm and perfect she is, not wasting any time in moving his hips against hers, setting a steady rhythm.]
[She breaks away to find her breath again the moment he thrusts inside her, stretching tight muscles around him. Hot and thick he feels inside her and each time he works himself a little deeper, her nails scratch along his back. Marks will be left and maybe she'll apologize for them later, but right now, all she can do is cry out, sounds she hasn't made in a very long time slipping out of her, not modest in the least bit about how good he feels pounding into her like this.]
[He's not even going to bother struggling for words to describe how she feels. He's pretty sure his motions are communicating all of it anyway, the way his movements quicken and grow more intense a perfect explanation of just how good she feels. The way she's scratching his back only spurs him on, makes him shiver slightly at the sensation of them digging into his skin -- he likes that, he thinks, he could get used to it. If there'd been any intention to hold back, to take it slowly and teasingly, it's completely gone now.]
[Angela's so glad he's not teasing her; she wouldn't be able to stand it, getting titillated only as he decided. The pace he sets is quick and satisfying and her only hope is that he can hold out just a little more, just long enough for her to come again. Come again and again until she can't endure the sensation any longer.
Suddenly, it's not enough. He's not deep enough and the only fix is curling her legs around his waist, changing the angle that he hits, having him rub against that sweet spot inside her, the one that makes her groan out his name on a breathless drawl.]
[He can certainly hold out longer -- in fact, he's counting on it, counting on being able to make her come again, wanting to draw as much pleasure out of her as he can. His breathing is quick and harsh, practically panting in her ear as she wraps her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, making him groan and swear with pleasure.]
We're gonna... we're gonna have to do this again soon.
[At this moment, he's absolutely certain that he won't be entirely satisfied unless he knows he can do it again.]
So you can bend me over on the couch? Pull my hair? Make me scream until I'm hoarse?
[The words spill out past her lips and into his ears, part her airing her desires, the things she wants him to do to her the next time they find themselves alone, the things she misses so much and the other part letting him know she's no shrinking violet.
She fists her hands in his hair and the pulling is unintentional, just timed exactly as he slams inside her oh so right, pelvis rubbing against her clit.]
Fuck... do that again. Please, Jimmy, do that again.
Goddammit, yeah, I'd do all of that 'n more, fuck...
[It's not eloquent, but eloquence would probably be lost on the both of them anyway. All he knows is that he wants to do all of that to her, that hearing her say those words makes his blood pump faster through his body and makes the thrust of his hips even harder, following her instruction to do that again, wanting to make her lose it entirely.]
[She's looking to be screwed senseless, not a speech, and he's giving her exactly what she wants right now, everything she's ever wanted in the last five minutes and it's no surprise when her body starts spasming underneath him, her voice cracking on the plea of his name, coming so hard again that she's convinced she'll shatter into pieces right here in his bed. It's so good she can hardly stand it.]
[And thank god for that, because he knows he can't hold out for too long after she's tipped over that edge. Just the feeling of her underneath him, her body twitching and every single one of her muscles tensing, the way she says his name like that, like it's the only word in her mind, the way she's getting so much pleasure out of all of this, it's enough to get him dangerously close, too. His eyes squeeze shut, and before he knows it, he's coming, too, gripping a handful of the sheets, gasping out her name in complete and utter abandon.]
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[She wants to hold on just a bit more, for longer, to enjoy everything she's missed before actually coming, but it's so hard. Everything feels so brand new and potent it makes her head spin. Angela doesn't even want to think what it took to get her to this point, not that she can think of anything but how he's working her over, satisfying every need she didn't remember she has.
Just a little more before she loses every bit of sense of self she has.]
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That okay for you?
[He knows it was, of course, but he likes to hear it, too, likes to know that he's made her happy.]
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That was embarrassing.
[She's never come that fast in her life. Was she that backed up and desperate?]
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[Of course he doesn't, since he was the one that had helped it happen. He presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, lazy and relaxed, relishing her enjoyment.]
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[Of course, if he came that quickly, his ego would probably be bruised and it wouldn't be good for either one of them. Still, though, it was good and so very needed, no doubt about that.
She needs just a few more moments to get herself back together, to calm her body down so she's not so sensitive anymore, and she spends a couple of them stroking her fingers through his hair.]
I didn't think I was that bad off.
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[Actually, he's been a woman before, thanks to the curses, and he'd enjoyed that part of it quite a bit.]
You still, y'know...
[He runs a hand across her stomach.]
Interested in anythin' else?
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[There's not a bit of hesitation in her moves as she reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock again, licking her lips all the while. She could return the favor in the same exact way, or they can be creative and try something else. While she's into almost everything, she's still testing the waters with him.]
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[Obvious from the way he's hungrily leaning into her touch, like he can't get enough, and obviously from the way he's eyeing her.]
I'll be completely honest 'n say that I really wanna fuck you right now, but I'd understand if, y'know...
[He groans a little at her touch, then tries to regain his ability to speak.]
If you didn't want to.
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[A smirk makes it home across her face just before she leans up to press her lips against his throat, working her way to his mouth so she can taste herself in his mouth. Her hand slides against him, tightening on the way up and just around the tip, loosening on the way down and back again. He's nice and hard, just the way she loves them and as much as she wants him deep in her throat, Angela's afraid he might not last.
There's always later, of course. It's doubtful this will be a one time thing.]
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[He's sliding back up her body, reaching for the bedside table drawer at the same time, obviously going for a condom. There's no way he can hold back now, not when she wants it, too, and his hands are quick and nimble as he opens the package and rolls the condom on, pressing a kiss to her lips as he does so, wanting to do it as quickly as possible, in case she suddenly decides she's not interested in him anymore.]
Goddamn, you're beautiful.
[It's not mindless flattery, it's just true, in his opinion.]
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[Her voice is suddenly thick and husky, even with the sarcasm, breath ghosting against his lips, when the longing to feel him inside her returns fulls force. She touches him everywhere she can--his arms, his shoulders, his back--memorizing how the bones lay just under that pale skin of his. The scent of him, sweat and cologne, is intoxicating, making her feel almost drunk. It's too much to wait for, her blood running hot, and she tips her hips enough that her legs fall open, showing just what he's able to do to her.]
Shut up and fuck me already.
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So he does shut up, though it takes some effort, shuts up and puts a hand under her chin, tilting her head up for a kiss even as he slides into her, groaning into her mouth at how warm and perfect she is, not wasting any time in moving his hips against hers, setting a steady rhythm.]
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[He's not even going to bother struggling for words to describe how she feels. He's pretty sure his motions are communicating all of it anyway, the way his movements quicken and grow more intense a perfect explanation of just how good she feels. The way she's scratching his back only spurs him on, makes him shiver slightly at the sensation of them digging into his skin -- he likes that, he thinks, he could get used to it. If there'd been any intention to hold back, to take it slowly and teasingly, it's completely gone now.]
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Suddenly, it's not enough. He's not deep enough and the only fix is curling her legs around his waist, changing the angle that he hits, having him rub against that sweet spot inside her, the one that makes her groan out his name on a breathless drawl.]
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We're gonna... we're gonna have to do this again soon.
[At this moment, he's absolutely certain that he won't be entirely satisfied unless he knows he can do it again.]
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[The words spill out past her lips and into his ears, part her airing her desires, the things she wants him to do to her the next time they find themselves alone, the things she misses so much and the other part letting him know she's no shrinking violet.
She fists her hands in his hair and the pulling is unintentional, just timed exactly as he slams inside her oh so right, pelvis rubbing against her clit.]
Fuck... do that again. Please, Jimmy, do that again.
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[It's not eloquent, but eloquence would probably be lost on the both of them anyway. All he knows is that he wants to do all of that to her, that hearing her say those words makes his blood pump faster through his body and makes the thrust of his hips even harder, following her instruction to do that again, wanting to make her lose it entirely.]
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