[Caroline is serious about this, there's no desire to turn back, to stop. So when he looks up at her with that look, the one that's questioning, desperate, conveying his desire to do this, she smiles down at him, nodding. Arms crossing in front of her, she grabs the skirt of her dress from him. And with one swift motion, she pulls it up and over her head, discarding the fabric to be found later.]
[He takes a second to just look at her, pale skin stark against her matching black underwear, that look she's giving him that's sly and wanting. She is glorious, and Matt's glad he's got that novelty sized jar of condoms the team got everyone for their birthday's this year because he would use every single one on her tonight if she'll let him. He pulls her back down to him, her chest pressing against his all smooth skin and soft curves and he loses his fingers in her hair, pulling her to kiss him again.]
[Caroline briefly thinks about protection and she figures he probably has it. Of course, that brings thoughts of Elena and wondering if they ever... She almost literally shakes her head as she shakes off the thought, her creeping jealous of the petite brunette, something Caroline will never be. But for now, Matt seems pretty satisfied with what he has as he pulls her back to his lips, skin pressing against skin.
Her hands cradle his face as she kisses him back with equal fervor, eventually deepening it to include tongue and some teeth, alabaster skin starting to flush as she feels heat start to spread over her.]
[Matt is more than satisfied with what he's got right in front of him, on top of him, kissing him deep enough to make his hips roll up against hers. She's hot, so hot, heating him up as their bodies start to generate more friction. He loops his arms around her, unhooking her bra without too much trouble (his hands are shaking though, it makes it harder, but not impossible) so he can reach back around underneath the fabric, palming her breasts tenderly, making space to touch her between their bodies.]
I SAW NOTHINGstopkissingmeOctober 2 2011, 08:19:33 UTC
[His hips rock and she returns the favor, grinding down upon him, her knees pressing tightly on either side of his hips. But when he manages to get her bra unhooked, his hands finding her breasts, she gasps against his lips. His hands feel hot, really hot, against her skin, against skin that isn't exactly touched much. She presses into that very touch, breaking from his lips to whisper his name as she lets the straps of her bra slip from her shoulders and down her arms.]
[He runs his hands over her, squeezing, caressing, loves that breathy way she says his name. He presses her back, has her sitting upright atop him, slides her bra down her arms and off completely, curling up to sit himself, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her steady, keep her close, never let her get away. He tips his head up, smiling at her, before pressing his mouth to her sternum, moving over to tongue one of her nipples, drawing it into his mouth slowly, savouring the sensation, the taste and texture of her in his mouth.]
[This is the most naked she's been in front of him and she feels a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. He helps her to sit up, moving to do the same himself only after he pulls her bra from her body. She shifts on her knees to get comfort about, which actually provides a moment of delicious friction. But it's not until his mouth finds her breast, lips pressing to her nipple that her breath hitches.
Her back bows, pressing her chest closer to his mouth, encouraging him to keep doing what he's doing, the heat of his mouth sending tendrils of warmth over her body. Immediately the skin in his mouth pebbles to awareness, her hand moving to his head to run restlessly through his hair as her head falls forward with a soft moan.]
aaaaaand we're back :DfakedforgettingOctober 2 2011, 19:01:02 UTC
[He shifts under her weight, mouth still exploring her chest in ways he's never been able to before, kissing, licking, sucking, following where she's guiding him with her fingers in his hair, trying to find the places that make her moan like that again. His hands splay out over her back, kneading and massaging her muscles eagerly, knees drawing up so he can press his groin against hers more firmly, craving friction there.]
[Oh, moan she does. And often. She arches into his mouth, hips flexing each time he does something that makes her feel good. Of course when he shifts, wedging their bodies more tightly together, she can't resist the urge to rock her hips a few times, trying to coax a reaction from him.]
[When she starts moving against him, he gasps, groans, eyes closing, mouth falling away form her body, his head tipping back as he murmurs her name.
He holds her, lifting her, rolling to flip them so she's stretched out on her back on his bed. He lays over her, nuzzling her neck, dropping soft kisses over her shoulders, her chest, then finding her mouth, tracing her lips with his tongue.]
<333 /pets backstopkissingmeOctober 2 2011, 19:53:11 UTC
[Those are the reactions she wants, she wants to hear those gasps, those groans, ones she only hears rarely when they've been getting hot and heavy and she can he wants more. It's the sounds that usually signal that they need to stop, pull back, slow down. But now? No, now, it's encouragement to keep going.
And with a swift motion, he rolls them, laying her back against the mattress, his bed as he hovers over her. She grins up at him, breathless and flushed, her hair a halo of golden curls around her head. Arching into his lips, she lets out a few soft sighs at how each press of his lips leaves her skin feeling hotter, leaves it tingling. But before she can really say anything, his mouth is back to hers, and she takes the opportunity to kiss him, hotly. She wants him to feel as good as she's starting to feel, her hands sliding down his chest, nails gently scraping against the muscles there. God, he's so hot.]
[His muscles tense and flex beneath her hands, her fingernails coarse and rough against his skin. She gets her wish, more gasping moans falling from his mouth. His hips dive down to meet hers, the mattress giving a little beneath the weight. She does things to him, things no other girl has, not even Elena, and it makes him nervous around her.
He moves enough to get his hand between them, fumbling his with the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans, kicking them off so he can run his bare legs against hers because all he wants is all of her soft, soft skin touching as much of him as possible.]
[She feels a shiver run up her back, the thrill of knowing that she's the cause of those gasping moans. It bolsters her confidence some even though she's still unsteady about the way she looks laid almost completely bare beneath him.
But he seems eager to get his pants off, which is a great sign in her mind, her hands moving to help as best they can by tugging them down by the belt loops before he kicks them off. His skin feels so impossibly hot, like if he keeps pressing against hers it'll burn her. But she wants to be burned by him, she wants to get so close to him that they melt together in the frenzy of friction and passion.]
[Falling back against her, settling between her legs, now only his boxers and her panties between them. He laughs nervously, smiling at her, because he can feel her heat through their underwear, feel himself getting even harder for being that much closer to her, closer than they've ever been before and even though she says she's ready, and he knows he is, he wants to do this right. He presses his cock against her, grinding down, moaning a little.]
[She can feel the same sort of heat, she can feel how excited he is, the hard press of his cock against her inner thigh, then her center as he rocks against her. She feels a surge of excitement as she really realizes that this is it, that this is going to be their first time together. Her hands smooth down his neck, back to his chest, fingers moving restlessly, just trying to touch everything.
His nervous laughter is joined by some giggling of her own, her eyes fluttering a little as she leans up to kiss him again. Her leg moves to wrap loosely around him, the soft skin of her thigh brushing against his torso as she arches into him, hips rolling.]
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Her hands cradle his face as she kisses him back with equal fervor, eventually deepening it to include tongue and some teeth, alabaster skin starting to flush as she feels heat start to spread over her.]
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Her back bows, pressing her chest closer to his mouth, encouraging him to keep doing what he's doing, the heat of his mouth sending tendrils of warmth over her body. Immediately the skin in his mouth pebbles to awareness, her hand moving to his head to run restlessly through his hair as her head falls forward with a soft moan.]
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He holds her, lifting her, rolling to flip them so she's stretched out on her back on his bed. He lays over her, nuzzling her neck, dropping soft kisses over her shoulders, her chest, then finding her mouth, tracing her lips with his tongue.]
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And with a swift motion, he rolls them, laying her back against the mattress, his bed as he hovers over her. She grins up at him, breathless and flushed, her hair a halo of golden curls around her head. Arching into his lips, she lets out a few soft sighs at how each press of his lips leaves her skin feeling hotter, leaves it tingling. But before she can really say anything, his mouth is back to hers, and she takes the opportunity to kiss him, hotly. She wants him to feel as good as she's starting to feel, her hands sliding down his chest, nails gently scraping against the muscles there. God, he's so hot.]
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He moves enough to get his hand between them, fumbling his with the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans, kicking them off so he can run his bare legs against hers because all he wants is all of her soft, soft skin touching as much of him as possible.]
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But he seems eager to get his pants off, which is a great sign in her mind, her hands moving to help as best they can by tugging them down by the belt loops before he kicks them off. His skin feels so impossibly hot, like if he keeps pressing against hers it'll burn her. But she wants to be burned by him, she wants to get so close to him that they melt together in the frenzy of friction and passion.]
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His nervous laughter is joined by some giggling of her own, her eyes fluttering a little as she leans up to kiss him again. Her leg moves to wrap loosely around him, the soft skin of her thigh brushing against his torso as she arches into him, hips rolling.]
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