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[ it's exciting how eager he is, how she can already feel how hard he's getting through the thin layers of fabric between them. and she lets out a fluttery kind of sign when his mouth wanders.

his lips slide against bruised skin, softly, so the pain is only slight but in that way, it feels good, intoxicating. and she lets out a soft sound of pleasure, a half-formed moan. her fingers curl at the back of his head and she arches her hips off the bed a bit more to help with the friction.

and once his mouth finds hers again, she kisses him back and her free hand moves to the front of her body to unfasten the front clasp of her bra.]

( when marcos feels her hands start to work at the front of her body, he lifts himself up just the slightest bit to make it easier and also so he can help. he keeps one hand braced down on the bed so he doesn't lean all his weight on her and uses the other to try and help her off with the bra.

he doesn't really give her much time to take it all off because as soon as it's loose, his mouth on her breast, licking over a nipple and seeing what sort of reaction he can draw from her with that. )

[ once her arms are free of the straps, she lifts her body so he can discard the offending piece of fabric. of course, she lets out a breathless, thrilled sort of laugh when his mouth immediately moves lower, as soon as her bra is off.

her body arches off the bed to encourage his attention, pressing her chest towards his mouth, fingers flexing in his hair. she lets out a soft moan. her hips flex slightly in an attempt for more friction as a pulse of desire races through her and has her wanting more.]

Yeah.

( yeah. marcos agrees that this is definitely a 'yeah' moment. if his mouth weren't busy, he'd smirk at her one word comment. but, he doesn't want to pull his mouth away from her.

he keeps his head bowed, mouth against her breast, tongue moving back and forth across her nipple to feel it harden underneath his lips before he switches sides to pay the same attention to the other nipple.

he rocks his hips against her at the same time, smothering a moan against her breast. )

[ she's already feeling warm, her body arching and shifting restlessly beneath his as his tongue laves against her nipple and then the other, his hips pressing into hers, giving her friction that just isn't enough.

the hand at his hair moves to grip the bedspread beneath her as the other moves to blindly reach for his. once she gets a hold of his hand, she lifts it to her mouth, wetting his fingertips with her tongue, undoubtedly distracting him a bit from what he's doing.

but she whispers her purpose against his fingers.] Touch me.

( that absolutely distracts him from what he's doing to her breast. he stares at her, watching her tongue swipe against his fingers and shivering. marcos has to take a quick breath and then he nods because yeah, yeah, he should definitely touch her.

he shifts a bit to give himself some space and then he slides a hand down between their bodies, toying with the hem of her panties before he slips his fingers underneath the fabric and presses two fingers against her, watching her face as he does. )

[ as he looks at her face, he might see the look of a woman dying of thirst getting her first drink of water in ages when he touches her. her eyes flutter shut the moment his fingers slide against sensitive skin, a soft sound escaping her lips, her head falling back against the mattress.]

God-- [ she gasps softly, parting her legs a bit more, trying to rock into his touch a bit more.] More, please.

( he can do that. he can definitely do that. he gives her a moment to adjust to what he's already doing before he nods and slowly pushes two of his fingers inside of her, shuddering at how hot and wet she already was. he steels himself because he wants to rut against her like some teenager.

but he can wait, give her this, take what he wants in just a little bit. she'd asked him to touch her and he was going to do just that. )

[ their first encounter involved very little touching, at least on his part. and right now, she's savoring the fact that he's touching her. and the moment he presses his fingers inside of her, she lets out an unrestrained moan, her fingers clutching at the bedspread tighter.

she rolls her hips again, trying to give him friction as well. her hand leaves the bed to reach for his face, eager to drag him back up to her lips for a breathless kiss.]

( it's good. it's really good and it's something he wants to keep doing especially with her reaction so beautifully. he presses his fingers a little deeper inside of her, trying to catch any moans of hers in that kiss she's pulled him into.

when he pulls his fingers out, he doesn't hesitate at all to push them back in, deeper even, stretching and scissoring them a bit when they're inside of her before he pulls out to do it again and again. )

[ it is very good and the sounds that fall from her lips should tell him that, even if they are muffled by his lips and their kisses. she rolls her hips into his touch, rocking against his palm for more friction.

her eyes flutter and she hums greedily.] Please... [ she isn't sure what she's asking for but...]

( there could be a few different things that she wants, marcos thinks. he doesn't stop the movements of his fingers, brushing them back and forth over her clit before his mouth founds the line of her jaw and he moves up to her ear, breathing hard. )

Please what?

( he doesn't think he's going to take his fingers away from her unless that's what she wants since she's enjoying this and he's enjoying seeing her get off on it. )

[ later she'll laugh at the parallels of this moment with the time she writhed in his lap until he came. now, it's she whose wriggling against him, panting softly as he touches her, his movements deliciously unrelenting.

she shakes her head at his question, too distracted to answer for a moment. and when she does answer, she's breathless, laughing a little, hips flexing.] I.. don't know.

All right.

( there's a quiet laugh in his voice but he doesn't stop what he's doing, even deciding to be a little bold and see how much she can take from him by adding another finger.

he does it slowly, letting her feel the stretch and decide if she wants it or not. he flicks her clit with his thumb as he does it, trying to ease her into it, make her feel as much as he possibly can. )

[ she gasps when he adds another finger, laughing a little, astonished but not complaining. and she lets her hips fall back against the bed, breathing in deeply for a moment.]

Want you to feel good too.

I feel good.

( what he wants her to do is focus on herself since the last time they'd been together, she'd focused on her. there's time to do other things but he wants to give her this right now.

he presses those fingers into her deep, holding them there before he pulls out and falls into an easy rhythm there.

but he doesn't do that too often before he stops and strokes his thumb firmly over her clit to further increase whatever she's feeling. )

[ she can't really protest when he's determined to distract her with his touches. and she lets it drop for now, selfishly wanting to feel good, to savor the distraction his fingers and mouth are providing her.

she moves with his hand, his fingers. she gasps and moans and pants out his name or other soft words of encouragement as her pleasure climbs and climbs and climbs. then when she is at her peak, she feels every part of her body tense, feels heat flood her veins as she's thrust off the edge and into that oblivion, coming with his name on her lips and her body arched towards his.]

( it's easy to tell that she's close which means he doesn't relent, pressing his fingers deeper into her, twisting and stretching her before pulling out and returning to touch and flick her clit.

his mouth finds its way to her jaw again, mouthing at the skin there, breathing hard against her ear while he watches her get closer and closer.

when she's there, he keeps his fingers moving against her, trying to stroke her through it and make it last as long as he can for her. )

[ his heavy breathing against her skin only serves to turn her on more, to push her towards that edge. and once she's over it, he guides her through it, coaxes her climax to last even longer until she collapses against the bed, a panting, heated mess.

her eyes flutter open and she lets out a breathless sort of laugh.] I think that's what I wanted.

Edited 2021-03-30 19:51 (UTC)

You think?

( marcos sounds amused as he pulls his fingers away from her and settles down beside her, propping his head up with a hand and watching her enjoy her afterglow.

he eventually settles his head down on the pillow to be more comfortable and watch her come back to herself. )

My brain was and still is a little foggy, [ she laughs breathlessly again, her eyes falling shut for a moment as she tries to catch her breath, feeling warm and very aware of the way a flush settled over her skin.

she glances at him when she feels him settle down more and she takes that opportunity to shift, one hand moving to urge him onto his back fully so she can straddle his waist.

yes, she might need a moment to come down but that doesn't mean she isn't going to get him feeling good, that she isn't going to kiss him.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

( and considering he hasn't really been with anyone but one person in awhile, it's good to hear that he's not terrible at things. marcos would be content to just lay there and relax but she seems to have other plans.

he rolls onto his back, laughing quietly as he does and watches her straddle his lap, sitting tall above him. he rests his hands against her thighs and smiles up at her. )

You could have taken more time to rest, you know.

I know, [ she murmurs as she settles above him. they both still have their underwear on, serving as a fabric barrier between them. ] But I didn't want to. [ if she spent too much time coming down, she might have dozed off or something, that's how good she's feeling.]

Unless you want me to climb off your lap right now.

No, no. No, you're fine.

( no, he definitely doesn't want her to move. he tightens his grip on her thighs to keep her still and laughs. he feels light, like this place wasn't some confusing mess of a place.

he takes a breath and tries to forget about what's outside this apartment for at least a few hours. )

You can stay.

[ betty's lips tug up in the most teasing of smiles when he insists she not move and puts his hands on her thighs to keep her in place. she hadn't really thought he'd want her to move, of course. ]

Okay, then I'll stay. [ she draws in a gentle breath before she leans down to brush her lips against his. if he wants to forget the world with her for a little while, she won't mind because she wants to do that too. ]

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