Sitting down like this wasn't helping things at all. It was getting difficult to do anything about the way she was rocking against him. Borderline impossible really.
He bucked her slightly with his knee, just enough to get a hand underneath her and pick her up. He then dumped her unceremoniously onto his bed, pouncing on top of her to pin her down. There. Much better.
He finally got her bra the rest of the way off, tossing it carelessly to one side. He nipped at her belly, pressing his lower body against hers, the only parts of them still clothed. If she'd still been doubtful about how aroused he was, she could most likely feel it now.
She couldn't help the little squeak escape her throat at his nipping. The little smile came back again, as she rocked her hips against him again. Any doubt that she wasn't doing this right was officially gone.
A hand moved to his broad back, relishing the feel of his muscles moving against her. She clawed at his back, probably leaving four, very nice marks. Her other hand was on the back of his neck, massaging and pressing and clawing as she saw fit.
That was all the encouragement he needed to slam his hips into hers. The idea to finish stripping completely flew out of his mind. Now, now, now. He wanted her now.
His mouth lunged for her shoulder again, teeth digging into her flesh hungrily. This time he tasted copper, but it only prompted him to bite as hard as he could, still thrusting against her like a wild animal. The feel of her nails digging into his skin only made him want more.
A moan escaped her chest as her breath caught when he bit down again. She arched beneath him, as the hand on his back flew closer to his shoulder blades, griping tightly, nails digging again.
She had managed to tightly wind one leg around him. Clothes were seriously starting to get annoying and he seemed to be all but ignoring them right now. Her free hand quickly moved down his ribs to his pants, getting rid of the belt and working on that damn button. She highly doubted that the skirt would be much of a problem. Besides, she didn't even know where the bra went.
She couldn't help the deep gasps for air turning into shudders and moans. Actually, she found that she was quickly losing herself in it all, too.
He rammed against her again and again, growling throatily and biting. The hand she had working at his pants only served to make him more excited. He increased his speed.
She didn't manage to get his pants off in time. His teeth dug into her shoulder as his entire body tensed and then released. His body sagged, spent.
He didn't quite stop though. As tired, sticky, and warm as he now was, he didn't let up on the rhythm of thrusting against her. It simply started to slow down as the waves of exhausted bliss started washing over him. He wanted that fever-pitch rhythm of theirs back, but he lacked the energy to renew it.
She could kill him. She could seriously kill him. If she could find her bra, she would strangle him with it. Though, she could blame herself, she did keep pushing him... And it wasn't like the journey was particularly boring.
The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try
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The rough attention she was giving him helped bring him around. Not yet. He wasn't done yet.
He rocked against her, each time getting a little harder and a little faster. He groaned as the hand she'd slipped into his pants worked its magic. His breathing increased as the hormones kicked back into overdrive.
He balanced himself with one hand, reaching beneath her skirt to grab at that sensitive point between her legs. He pressed his fingers hard against it, starting to squeeze and release it by turns.
He nipped at her breast, teeth teasing the nipple.
Good God, where did he come up with that idea? This was new and wildly unexpected.
Her other leg moved around him, too, tightening around him like the rest of her muscles. The hand on his back stopped moving, but the nails dug in, feeling a liquid warmth beneath her nails. It quickly moved up to the back of his neck, doing the same and begging for more.
His rough hand caused her hips to arch and beat against his, her breathing becoming pants and whimpers. She needed him. Right now. If he didn't know that yet, she was about to let him know.
The pulsating of those fingers increased as he continued giving her everything he could. He was going to be completely worn out by the end of this, but he wasn't about to let her get away with driving him nuts until he'd reciprocated.
He kept up with her hips, growling as he nibbled at her breast before working his way via small nips to her other one. His teeth tugged at this nipple as well. His free hand was all that was keeping him from simply collapsing atop her as he continued to rock with her, throwing everything he had into each thrust.
Her whole body shuddered against him, as she let out a deep gasp. Her hand on his neck dug deeper, probably purposely trying to hurt him now. The hand she had between them moved harder and faster, clawing and scratching against him.
Her back arched on it's own accord when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with that hand. Her panting was becoming labored against him, moving her shoulders as his mouth worked across her. She gasped again, the intake of air shuddering in her throat. "Six."
She wouldn't hold on much longer until she officially lost her mind and stopped trying to hurt him and actually do something about this.
At her reaction to his hand's attentions, he pulsed his fingers against that spot again and again. He squeezed her hips with his thighs as he continued rocking against her.
She wasn't far now if his instincts were reading her reactions correctly. He gave an extra-hard bite to her breast before sucking on the wound. There came a rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat of pure pleasure.
He slacked off for a moment, starting to pull away before suddenly ramming his fingers into that spot as his entire body thrust against her.
Her head fell back at that new surprise, a gasp escaping her throat, before she bit her bottom lip to try to stop the sounds she knew were coming. It wasn't exactly what she was wanting, but it was enough to make her body tense beneath him and that logical side of her brain to disappear.
The hand against his neck dug harder until it curled into a fist, when her hips stopped rocking and started thrusting against him. The other hand continued it's task, moving faster against him, though her nails continued to dig on their own.
Every muscle was pulled tense within her, breathing becoming sharp and labored. The hand against his neck pushed him against her, needing and begging for more, more. After another shudder through her body, she stopped biting her lip, letting out another gasp.
When she gasped, he attacked her mouth, his teeth slamming into hers and practically forcing his tongue down her throat.
He wanted to do more. The way she was grinding against him made him want to show her everything he was capable of. She'd feel so good, too. He wondered if she was soft on the inside, too. Wanted to explore it and find out.
But every time he started thinking that, an annoying echo of "No no no!" came to the forefront of his hormone-addled mind. So to make it shut up, he kept dismissing the idea.
He teased at that spot, using his fingers to lightly brush against it and then wiggle around as if he were going to use his fingers to invade it. Then he'd slam them into that spot as hard as possible. All while he slammed his body against hers in a fever-pitch rhythm.
Air. Air was only a minor thing right now. Her nose flared, as she hungrily wrapped her tongue with his, biting down whenever the chance presented itself. Deep moans continued to escape her chest, slowly becoming immersed with pleasure.
Her hands moved in a rough frenzy, the one on his neck moving quickly, creating little scars on his back, neck, and shoulder blades. Her other hand simply clawed for him, too far gone to notice anything she was doing. Her hips only pushed harder, moving faster. His hand was only causing more distress, as she endlessly begged for more from him.
She wasn't far at all, the endless chant of "deeper, faster" speeding through her mind. Each thrust and each touch and each push only forced another deeper and sharper gasp from her.
Instinct rather than any sort of rational observation let him know that Holiday was getting close.
He suddenly jerked his head back and went for her still-unmarred shoulder, clamping his teeth down as he surged forward with all the energy he had left. His fingers curled into that sensitive area, shoving their way partially inside. His body slammed against hers as his free hand struggled to keep him from crushing her completely.
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He bucked her slightly with his knee, just enough to get a hand underneath her and pick her up. He then dumped her unceremoniously onto his bed, pouncing on top of her to pin her down. There. Much better.
He finally got her bra the rest of the way off, tossing it carelessly to one side. He nipped at her belly, pressing his lower body against hers, the only parts of them still clothed. If she'd still been doubtful about how aroused he was, she could most likely feel it now.
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She couldn't help the little squeak escape her throat at his nipping. The little smile came back again, as she rocked her hips against him again. Any doubt that she wasn't doing this right was officially gone.
A hand moved to his broad back, relishing the feel of his muscles moving against her. She clawed at his back, probably leaving four, very nice marks. Her other hand was on the back of his neck, massaging and pressing and clawing as she saw fit.
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His mouth lunged for her shoulder again, teeth digging into her flesh hungrily. This time he tasted copper, but it only prompted him to bite as hard as he could, still thrusting against her like a wild animal. The feel of her nails digging into his skin only made him want more.
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She had managed to tightly wind one leg around him. Clothes were seriously starting to get annoying and he seemed to be all but ignoring them right now. Her free hand quickly moved down his ribs to his pants, getting rid of the belt and working on that damn button. She highly doubted that the skirt would be much of a problem. Besides, she didn't even know where the bra went.
She couldn't help the deep gasps for air turning into shudders and moans. Actually, she found that she was quickly losing herself in it all, too.
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She didn't manage to get his pants off in time. His teeth dug into her shoulder as his entire body tensed and then released. His body sagged, spent.
He didn't quite stop though. As tired, sticky, and warm as he now was, he didn't let up on the rhythm of thrusting against her. It simply started to slow down as the waves of exhausted bliss started washing over him. He wanted that fever-pitch rhythm of theirs back, but he lacked the energy to renew it.
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The only thing that kept her from cursing him out right there was that he didn't stop. He was tired, which was obvious enough, but he wanted more. Now, she just had her old job, just stepped up some more. She doubted she could get him back to whatever that was, but, dammit, she was more than willing to try ( ... )
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He rocked against her, each time getting a little harder and a little faster. He groaned as the hand she'd slipped into his pants worked its magic. His breathing increased as the hormones kicked back into overdrive.
He balanced himself with one hand, reaching beneath her skirt to grab at that sensitive point between her legs. He pressed his fingers hard against it, starting to squeeze and release it by turns.
He nipped at her breast, teeth teasing the nipple.
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Her other leg moved around him, too, tightening around him like the rest of her muscles. The hand on his back stopped moving, but the nails dug in, feeling a liquid warmth beneath her nails. It quickly moved up to the back of his neck, doing the same and begging for more.
His rough hand caused her hips to arch and beat against his, her breathing becoming pants and whimpers. She needed him. Right now. If he didn't know that yet, she was about to let him know.
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He kept up with her hips, growling as he nibbled at her breast before working his way via small nips to her other one. His teeth tugged at this nipple as well. His free hand was all that was keeping him from simply collapsing atop her as he continued to rock with her, throwing everything he had into each thrust.
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Her back arched on it's own accord when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with that hand. Her panting was becoming labored against him, moving her shoulders as his mouth worked across her. She gasped again, the intake of air shuddering in her throat. "Six."
She wouldn't hold on much longer until she officially lost her mind and stopped trying to hurt him and actually do something about this.
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She wasn't far now if his instincts were reading her reactions correctly. He gave an extra-hard bite to her breast before sucking on the wound. There came a rumbling from somewhere deep in his throat of pure pleasure.
He slacked off for a moment, starting to pull away before suddenly ramming his fingers into that spot as his entire body thrust against her.
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The hand against his neck dug harder until it curled into a fist, when her hips stopped rocking and started thrusting against him. The other hand continued it's task, moving faster against him, though her nails continued to dig on their own.
Every muscle was pulled tense within her, breathing becoming sharp and labored. The hand against his neck pushed him against her, needing and begging for more, more. After another shudder through her body, she stopped biting her lip, letting out another gasp.
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He wanted to do more. The way she was grinding against him made him want to show her everything he was capable of. She'd feel so good, too. He wondered if she was soft on the inside, too. Wanted to explore it and find out.
But every time he started thinking that, an annoying echo of "No no no!" came to the forefront of his hormone-addled mind. So to make it shut up, he kept dismissing the idea.
He teased at that spot, using his fingers to lightly brush against it and then wiggle around as if he were going to use his fingers to invade it. Then he'd slam them into that spot as hard as possible. All while he slammed his body against hers in a fever-pitch rhythm.
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Her hands moved in a rough frenzy, the one on his neck moving quickly, creating little scars on his back, neck, and shoulder blades. Her other hand simply clawed for him, too far gone to notice anything she was doing. Her hips only pushed harder, moving faster. His hand was only causing more distress, as she endlessly begged for more from him.
She wasn't far at all, the endless chant of "deeper, faster" speeding through her mind. Each thrust and each touch and each push only forced another deeper and sharper gasp from her.
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He suddenly jerked his head back and went for her still-unmarred shoulder, clamping his teeth down as he surged forward with all the energy he had left. His fingers curled into that sensitive area, shoving their way partially inside. His body slammed against hers as his free hand struggled to keep him from crushing her completely.
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