[Shutting him up would be hard when she's babbling just as much as he is, all wordless and breathless. She knows she's just so close, closer still with his encouragement, that edge to his voice doing things to her that she's never thought possible. He's so pure and free with his words that she can take them at face value and know he's just talking during sex just to talk, but because it feels just as good for him as it does for her. She doesn't want him to stop, ever, and her grip on his wrist is tightening the closer she is to the edge, keeping him right there against her clit.
Her body isn't under her control anymore and she chokes out his name, cut off at the end at the sudden rush of heat throughout her core, the twitching of her muscles, and the shake and shiver of her entire body. It's too much all at once but just enough in the end.]
[There's something so unbelievably overwhelmingly perfect about being able to make her feel that way. The way she's gripping his wrist firmly, the way she's saying his name like that, like she can't even get all the sounds out, and the way he can feel that full-body shiver go through her all push him even closer, too. He knows he can't hold out particularly long, but he also knows he's not even going to try.
Right now all he needs is the quick pace, the way she feels under and around him, and he runs his hand down her back again, only slowing his thrusts a slight bit, not wanting for it to be too much for her, when her body's undoubtedly sensitive now from the sensations that'd just coursed through it.]
[She moans against the table, both pleased and exhausted, grateful he has the presence of mind to move his hand away. Angela would never say he's a lazy lover, not with the way he pays attention to how sensitive she gets at this point, every thrust multiplying the aftershocks that are already there.
Angela could sleep a thousand years at this point, but it's his turn now and when she pushes herself up on her hands, using the table as leverage to change the angle while grinding her hips back against his, she hopes it feels just as good to him.]
[Oh, it feels good to him, all right, and she's not going to be doubting that from the noises he's making. It's not like he's a screamer or even a shouter, but he can be pretty damn loud when he wants to be, and from the way she's grinding her hips, he definitely wants to be. His grip tightens on her hip slightly, pressing into her as deeply as he can, really relishing every movement she makes.
If he were more ambitious, perhaps, he'd try to hold out, try to see if he could get her off again, but he's already barely hanging onto control by the tips of his fingers, and it doesn't take much to let go entirely, to let himself finish with a couple more swift thrusts and a drawn out, low groan, his forehead coming down to rest between her shoulderblades for a moment, just breathing raggedly, letting the pleasure wash over him.]
[For what it's worth, for all that she doesn't want this to be sappy or peppered with feelings, she lets him rest against her, softly stroking a finger across his arm just before she brings his hand up to her mouth to kiss his fingertips. Her toes and legs are sore from tiptoeing she never noticed she was doing and so's the rest of her. Just how she wanted it. A good sore. The kind that said she had a grand old time on Jimmy's kitchen table.]
[She's secretly glad, no, not secretly because it's pretty much an open secret between them now that she's glad she can come to him anytime and get that itch scratched and more. Even though she has to wince a little when he slides out of her, she's still thankful. Never shall she go celibate any more.]
[He saunters over to get rid of the condom, and then comes back, not particularly bothered that he's not wearing his pants. He'll deal with that later.]
[If he doesn't care, she cares even less. He lives here, he can be in any state of undress he wants to be. Angela, however, takes the time he leaves to deal with the condom to get dressed, or at least mostly. By the time he comes back, her shirt's back on, but she's having issues finding her panties.]
Rough day? [This question comes from underneath the table where she's giving him another great view of her ass.]
[Next time, perhaps in public? Who knows with this woman? Now that she's properly dressed, she saunters over to him and tiptoes so she can kiss him again, full and slow and forever grateful for his skills.]
[Be all the cocky. She likes that. Angela's just unsure whether it's a turn on or a challenge to knock it right out of him. It's something to investigate, preferable on her back.]
[She knows it's not, but what's a little teasing between fuck buddies? With one hand on the doorknob, she turns to him, mischievous smile on her face.]
Next time, I'll just send a message for us to have tea together. [It could be their codeword.]
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Her body isn't under her control anymore and she chokes out his name, cut off at the end at the sudden rush of heat throughout her core, the twitching of her muscles, and the shake and shiver of her entire body. It's too much all at once but just enough in the end.]
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Right now all he needs is the quick pace, the way she feels under and around him, and he runs his hand down her back again, only slowing his thrusts a slight bit, not wanting for it to be too much for her, when her body's undoubtedly sensitive now from the sensations that'd just coursed through it.]
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Angela could sleep a thousand years at this point, but it's his turn now and when she pushes herself up on her hands, using the table as leverage to change the angle while grinding her hips back against his, she hopes it feels just as good to him.]
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If he were more ambitious, perhaps, he'd try to hold out, try to see if he could get her off again, but he's already barely hanging onto control by the tips of his fingers, and it doesn't take much to let go entirely, to let himself finish with a couple more swift thrusts and a drawn out, low groan, his forehead coming down to rest between her shoulderblades for a moment, just breathing raggedly, letting the pleasure wash over him.]
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Hey.
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Hey. Feelin' better now?
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[She's secretly glad, no, not secretly because it's pretty much an open secret between them now that she's glad she can come to him anytime and get that itch scratched and more. Even though she has to wince a little when he slides out of her, she's still thankful. Never shall she go celibate any more.]
How about you?
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[He saunters over to get rid of the condom, and then comes back, not particularly bothered that he's not wearing his pants. He'll deal with that later.]
Guess that was just what I needed today.
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Rough day? [This question comes from underneath the table where she's giving him another great view of her ass.]
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[That is a very nice view. He'd've been concerned about finding his own pants, but he has to stop to check her out, first.]
You havin' a rough day? Kinda figured you were, from how quick you jumped on me.
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As if she had no idea what she was doing and what he was doing.]
No, just horny. Didn't like it?
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[Well, now he's going to get his pants and pull them on, too. Just to make them even in terms of being undressed.]
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[Next time, perhaps in public? Who knows with this woman? Now that she's properly dressed, she saunters over to him and tiptoes so she can kiss him again, full and slow and forever grateful for his skills.]
Call me later?
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[He kisses her back, really letting it linger, then grins at her. Because, sure, he's a little cocky about how all of this went. Why not be?]
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Good. Don't be a stranger.
[As if she would let him.]
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[And he knows she wouldn't let him anyway. That's why he's still grinning.]
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[Nothing is more fun than giving him a hard time.]
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[He'll just leave it at that.]
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[She knows it's not, but what's a little teasing between fuck buddies? With one hand on the doorknob, she turns to him, mischievous smile on her face.]
Next time, I'll just send a message for us to have tea together. [It could be their codeword.]
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[Assuming tea is a euphemism.]
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[And she's gone, leaving a new euphemism for him to drink.]