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[He'd been regretting not dressing up, but the speed with which she's able to open his shirt and get her mouth on that sensitive place on his throat makes him stop regretting it right away. His own mouth works its way from her jawline to her neck, leaving kisses and light nibbles as he does so. He's not quite sure what she likes, yet, and he doesn't want to bite too hard.]

[Her hand comes around the back of his neck, holding him in place so she can nip and bite and suckle in peace. She enjoys giving just as much as she does getting, but she can tell he's holding back a little. Maybe it's fear, a lack of self-confidence, or just being unsure if she likes it as rough as he does. Well, easy solution to that problem. She just needs to untuck her head from his neck and say it, eyes watching him heavy-lidded and dilated.]

Don't be afraid. I won't break.

[He grins at her statement.]

I was kinda hopin' you'd say that.

[It's not that he's not capable of being gentle. He can be, and he is a lot of the time. But right now, he's in the mood to be a little rough, a little wild, which probably has a lot to do with how much he drank. He returns his attention to her neck, his kisses morphing into slightly harder bites this time.]

[She gives him moans jumbled with his name in exchange for each of those bites, the harder ones just his name alone. Encouraging him, it seems, to get her exactly what she wants. Angela was denied once tonight. She's not denying herself any of her greediness tonight.

Greed, in her definition, includes touching wherever she likes, spreading her hands across his chest, barely brushing his nipples with her thumb as she makes her way down to his stomach.]

[This is the perfect way for him to stop dwelling on things he'd been dwelling on back at the bar, because when she moans like that, damned if he can think about anything else except how to get her to moan again. As she moves down his chest to his stomach, he shivers slightly, the light brush against his nipples enough to raise goosebumps for a moment.]

[They should move, maybe finish undressing each other along the way, but the bedroom's really too far away. There's a long hallway between it and them and honestly, Angela has no problem finding a stable surface to have sex on. There's a lot of them in her entryway, including the wall. He could shuffle her to the living room a few feet away and bend her over the back of the couch and she sure as hell wouldn't complain either. But before they get to deciding on moving, she needs to make quick work of his slacks, unbuckling his belt first, and then unfastening the button and zip.]

[He's not moving just yet. Sure, it would be easy to go somewhere else, but he wants to keep touching her, and it seems like they can find a good enough place around here. As she unbuckles his belt and undoes his slacks the rest of the way, his hand finally moves to her side and finds the zipper he was seeking all along. Bending slightly, mouth still on her collarbone, he begins to unzip it, glad to finally have even more bare, warm skin to touch.]

[Undressing her will be far more easier, probably more enticing that it is for Angela. She's foregone a bra and those thongs she's wearing are nothing more than a mere scrap of fabric to guard her from visible panty lines. Now that the zipper's down, she can slip her hand back down there, a little easier now, cupping his cock through his underpants, palming and squeezing and caressing.]

[He'd briefly wondered if she'd been wearing a bra and decided she probably wasn't, but faced with the irrefutable evidence that she wasn't wearing one still made him smile with anticipation and a not insignificant amount of arousal, which is probably obvious to her as she touches him.

He groans at her caressing, and his hands slide back up her body once her dress is out of the way, moving slowly, feeling as much of her soft skin as he can. Finally, his fingers run almost teasingly over her nipples.]

Well, hello there.

[She certainly felt a rush of something, a quickening of his pulse maybe, right there and then. He's not lacking in the size department either. Just from this angle here, he's heavy and warm in her hand and probably even better in her mouth. The thought makes Angela lick her lips in anticipation, the action only broken by a faint and shaky moan when he touches such a sensitive spot.]

[He grins at her, running his fingers over one of her nipples once again, and then letting his fingers linger there, seeing if he can get another moan out of her with a slight pinch.]

Hi.

[His response would have been more eloquent if she wasn't touching him like that, but it's damn hard to think straight when a woman like her has his cock in her hand.]

[She's awful enough to bite back that moan, teasing him by withholding the sounds she knows he wants. It's hard for her to; her teeth leave a mark in her lower lip in the attempt. Maybe she can make him moan for her, turn the tables of control, by rolling a thumb over the tip as she twists her wrist slightly.]

[If it was a moan she was looking for, it's a moan she'll get. He's not sly enough to withhold it if she's doing something like that, and although it's a low, quiet moan, it's a moan nonetheless. She has him in the palm of her hand, literally and figuratively.]

[That's a nice sound to her ears and it makes her smile against his neck, lips kissing the skin there again while her hand stays at work. He's still wearing too much clothing for her taste compared to what she has left--only her solid black pumps. For now, and maybe the rest of the night, she might keep them on. Make them earn their 'fuck me pumps' nickname in truth.]

[He'd like to get out of the rest of his clothes, too, mostly because he wants to be doing a lot more than just being touched right now, good as it feels, as talented as her hands are. He won't complain if she wants to keep the shoes on, but at the moment, he barely even notices, busy as he is running his hands across her body and then lower, brushing between her legs almost teasingly. He'll have to get her out of those underwear, too.]

[Well, no one's getting out of anything if they don't make the move for it. And far be it from Angela to wait for him to take the lead. Pulling his shirt down to his forearms is easy enough, just as easy as it is for her to part her thighs a little, giving him more room to play. Next up is his pants. Those are already loose and hanging off his thighs and she can push his boxers down to join them. Anything else remains left up to him.]

[He's quick to shrug his shirt off the rest of the way, and then, once she pushes his pants and boxers down, he can kick those off, too. Much better. And of course, it's only fair that he slides his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear -- it's just easier to touch where he really wants to touch, and where he hopes will elicit a moan from her.]

[It certainly does, one that's deeper and breathier than the ones she'd made before. She's utterly soaked, flesh slick and easy to glide against. Angela has no qualms about pressing into his fingers, grinding against them for more friction as she winds a hand into his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands to get his mouth on hers.]

[He's glad she isn't shy about showing him what she wants, because he's not a shy person either. His mouth goes back to hers even as his fingers continue to rub against her, just savoring the feeling of her for now, wanting to make her make that breathy moan again.]

[There's not problem getting her to make any of those sounds again. They're muffled by the clashing of their lips, tongue, and teeth, but the moans are clear and loud enough that it advertises exactly how Angela likes it. The slower he goes, the quieter she gets. The faster and rougher he gets, the more likely the entire neighborhood will hear.]

[He wants loud -- why should he care what the neighborhood hears? It's not his neighborhood, and the sounds are too goddamn sexy to want to stifle them. Faster and rougher is definitely something he can do, and he increases the speed and pressure of his fingers a little, seeing what that'll do.]

[What it does is get Angela cursing roughly against his mouth as she cants her legs wider, giving him more room, more access. He could make her come like this, Angela knows, and she is sure as hell not stopping him.]

[If she's not going to stop him, he's not going to stop himself. Maybe he wants to make her come like this, just to see her shaking with pleasure, just to get her making as much noise as he possibly can. It's not like he's going to be satisfied just making her come once, after all -- he's going to try to do it as many times as he can tonight.]

[She can't help herself now that the alcohol is beginning to warm her body through. With a hand cupping the back of his head, Angela begins riding his fingers, shifting her hips back and forth against his hand, forehead pressed against his, eyes closed as she begs him for what she needs.]

Don't stop, don't stop...

[He presses his forehead back against hers, steadying himself to try to ignore the rush of arousal that's coursing through him, too. Doing this to her is just reminding him how much else he wants, and he shifts a little to try to quell his own arousal and focus on her. With the way she's moving against his fingers, though, and the way he's touching her, all he wants is to make her come.]

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