Rodney couldn't keep his hands off her as Lana searched for her keys. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply, till she struggled away
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"Bed," he said, just as insistently. "No cracking skulls this time." Of course, he didn't exactly let her move. Instead, he backed her up to the closest wall, lips locking to hers.
Stepping back a moment, he removed his shirt and tossed it onto the couch. "Bed," he repeated. He'd be damned if he was going to have another concussion ruining this. If he was still going to be embarrassed in the morning, there would, by god, be something pleasurable to be embarrassed about.
Lana took a second to run her hands over his bare chest, brushing his hands away when he reached for her.
"Bed," she reminded him and took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Once there she slithered up onto the bed and smiled seductively at him. "Now what?"
Lana pushed him up and over onto his back, knowing there was no way she could have managed that if he hadn't let her do it.
She straddled his waist, leaning in to kiss his mouth again, then pulling away to kiss her way down his chest. She slid further and further down until her mouth was hovering over his eager erection. She sat back on her heels and stroked him through the cloth of the boxers. "I don't know," she said, "It's pretty erotic just like this. She leaned down and licked at him through the material.
She sat back on her heels again. "Hmmm... Boxers or no boxers..."
Her hand stroked him as she pretended to decide. "All right," she said finally. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of the boxers and gently worked them off.
If her hair happened to brush repeatedly over his erection, well, there was really no avoiding that, now was there?
"Oh, that's..." he said, thrusting up into her hand. "Stopping?" He looked down and then groaned as she slowly removed his boxers. "Skin. Skin is good. Skin is very, very good."
She couldn't catch her breath, didn't really want to, didn't want to do anything but feel. She moaned as he thrust into her, pulled at his hands trying to get free to touch him again, but knew she enjoyed being held like that.
Feeling her half-hearted attempt to move, and noticing she doesn't seem to be arguing about it, he tightened his grip on her hands, thrusting faster and - oh, god - harder. "Do I have to tie you down?"
"Not stopping," he ground out. "Couldn't stop if I wanted to, but most definitely not stopping." His teeth scraped over her neck as he continued to thrust.
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"Bed," she reminded him and took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Once there she slithered up onto the bed and smiled seductively at him. "Now what?"
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She straddled his waist, leaning in to kiss his mouth again, then pulling away to kiss her way down his chest. She slid further and further down until her mouth was hovering over his eager erection. She sat back on her heels and stroked him through the cloth of the boxers. "I don't know," she said, "It's pretty erotic just like this. She leaned down and licked at him through the material.
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Her hand stroked him as she pretended to decide. "All right," she said finally. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of the boxers and gently worked them off.
If her hair happened to brush repeatedly over his erection, well, there was really no avoiding that, now was there?
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Then his eyes roamed her body. "Hot."
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