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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

[When he thrusts his hips to finally get himself all the way inside of her, he can't help but bump her against the wall a little more roughly than he truly needs to -- but it seems to suit the pace she's setting, with those nails digging in, and he moans.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She gasps sharply, clearly out of pleasure, as she pushes her nails deeper and tightens her thighs around him. This is what she's been craving all night. For a long time.]

Jesus... just like that, yes.

[trenchknives]

[It's what he's been wanting since the moment he laid eyes on her, and given her response, he does it again, a little harder this time, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of her nails leaving obvious marks in his skin.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Right here, by the door, anybody walking past her apartment can definitely hear her crying out and cursing with every thrust of his hips. They know his name is Jimmy by the way Angela moans it as he drives into her. Somebody is definitely having a fine night in apartment three.]

[trenchknives]

[He may not be quite as loud as she is, but his responding groans aren't exactly quiet, either, and he buries his face against her collarbone for a moment as he continues to thrust into her, unable to avoid biting and nibbling at her skin a little.]

Fuck, this is too goddamn good...

[thenormalsquint]

Harder. Harder, please. Make me come, Jimmy.

[He has her pleading already, soft whines mixing with the thumping of her body against the wall, free hand pulling at his hair. There's a suspicious coiling in her belly, slow and hot, and she needs it to break. She needs him to get her to that point where it breaks.]

[trenchknives]

[He wants nothing more than to make her come again, remember the way her body had felt trembling against him as she'd come before, and his hand slips between them, finding enough space between their bodies to rub between her legs even as he keeps up his hard rhythm, stroking her as he closes his eyes to concentrate on nothing bu the pleasure. He can't even conjure up the words to respond adequately, so he doesn't, just lets his quick and ragged breathing speak for him.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Words are impossible now. All he's going to get in return for his work is panting breaths and those breathless moans from earlier. Her eyes are twisted shut as she lets him work her body all over, feeling things tighten as she rolls her hips towards him. It almost feels too much to contain inside of her, like it's right under her skin threatening to burst out.]

[trenchknives]

[He can feel her body respond, can feel the way she moves her hips in response to his fingers, and he doesn't let up his motions, stroking her and thrusting into her rhythmically, wanting to push her over the edge. He knows she's right there, that she's close, and that spurs him on, panting against her shoulder as he does so.]

[thenormalsquint]

[He doesn't push her as much as throw her over the edge and she's coming around him, body stiffening as she pulls his head closer to her neck, holding on for dear life. The tremors start in her thighs, make their way down to her toes and then back up to the rest of her body until she's stuttering his name breathlessly.]

[trenchknives]

[He has to admit, he's been holding himself back a little, not wanting to come before she got to come again, but when she's holding onto him like that, gasping out his name, he realizes how close he is, too, and doesn't stop his quickened pace, gasping a little as he finally lets himself come. Swearing loudly, face against her neck, almost biting but not quite, he shakes a little as he does so, as though the orgasm almost took him by surprise.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's still trembling against him, legs still wrapped around his waist, both from the dying out of her orgasm and the sensations drifting off of his. Her fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, an almost too soft of a gesture to be showing a possible one night stand with a complete strange she met in a bar.]

You okay?

[trenchknives]

[He's still trying to catch his breath as he responds, but there's a definite smile in his voice as he does so.]

Yeah, never been better. You?

[thenormalsquint]

Sure beats being stood up.

[There's a laugh in her voice, as breathless as it is, while she squeezes her thighs around him.]

Don't drop me.

[trenchknives]

I don't plan on droppin' you anytime soon.

[He's happy enough to keep holding her up for as long as she wants him to.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She should really let him go, but every so often, her body involuntarily clenches around him, still not quite finished. And anyway, if he gets soft enough that the condom slips off, gravity is on her side.]

For somebody with a baby face like this, you're deceptively strong.

[trenchknives]

Guess I'll go ahead and take that as a compliment.

[He's not exactly ready to let her go, either, although in a few moments, he might carry her over to the couch, or somewhere he can sit down. Still, he finds he likes holding her like this.]

[thenormalsquint]

Trust me. If it was an insult, you wouldn't be in me or my apartment right now.

[She deliberately clenches her muscles around him to prove her point.]

[trenchknives]

[He laughs, and finally moves towards the couch, carrying her all the way.]

Glad to hear it.

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela gives a small yelp, surprised at the sudden movement from the wall to the couch. She expected him to put her down sooner or later, but it's nice on his lap. Nobody's complaining.]

I should ask if you want something to drink, be a good hostess, show you I have home training, but that means getting off.

[trenchknives]

Y'know, I've probably had enough to drink tonight anyway.

[He offers her a lazy smile as he finally relaxes into the couch.]

[thenormalsquint]

I was thinking more along the lines of water and soda.

[trenchknives]

Well, maybe at some point. I'm pretty comfortable right now.

[thenormalsquint]

[Humming a tuneless song, Angela dips her head to his neck, kissing the skin there softly. She's not trying to get him riled up again, only because she knows how men work, but she can't not touch either.]

Me too. Funny how that works.

[trenchknives]

[He won't protest the kisses -- they feel good, even if he's exhausted and completely satisfied from what they'd just done.]

Good. This night turned out a hell of a lot better than I expected it to.