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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. ]

( there's a lot about this place that worries him, confuses him, makes him wonder if he's going to be able to tough it out but this is nice. she's nice and he likes being here so pretending that there's nothing else outside this bedroom is what he needs.

he leans up to meet her for that kiss, keeping it soft, easy, and lingering up against her mouth as long as he can. )

[ he's not alone in finding this place overwhelming. she's just had more time to deal with it, come to terms with it. and she kisses him to distraction, her hands moving to rest on either side of his head, her hips flexing a little to give him a little friction and try to draw a reaction from him.]

( there's definitely a lot to distract him from so he appreciates everything she's doing. he knows that he's barely been here for long enough to be affected but he has been. he doesn't really know who he is or how he's going to survive but he's going to.

he just needs to focus and figure out how to deal with a million of these issues.

there's nothing bad about this, nothing bad about how her lips find his and how she rocks against him, reminding him that yes, he's definitely still turned on. )

[ being new to this place doesn't mean it's any less overwhelming or awful, she knows that for a fact too. sometimes, you just have to find good things where you can.

and right now, the way he feels beneath her, the press of his mouth to hers, is a good thing. she rolls against him again, humming softly into that kiss. but it's only a moment later that she sits back up again, lifting off of him onto her knees as her hands move to the waistband of his boxers to start tugging them down.]

( he'd known that things were going to lead here and yet when she starts to pull his shorts down, he still shivers like it's a surprise before lifting his hips to help her.

he wants those off just as much as she does so he's not going to try and fight to keep them on. they can come off. )

[ as she shimmies his boxers down, she leans down to press a kiss to his chest. Then another. And then one last one before she climbs off of him to get her own underwear off.

She doesn't hesitate in moving back over him, settling back on his lap and reaching for his shoulders, trying to pull him into a seated position so she can kiss him properly again.]

( she'd beat him to the punch when it came to her underwear. while he'd been fingering her, he'd known they were still there but he'd been too preoccupied to care. and now, with her pulling his shorts down, he'd been prepared to do the same to her until she'd taken care of it.

he pushes himself up into a sitting position at her encouragement, leaning up and fitting his mouth to hers for another long, firm kiss. )

[ as they kiss, she moves to rock against him, rolling her hips and sliding her body over his in a way she knows will feel good. one hand stays on his shoulder, the other moves to slide up his neck to cradle his head, enjoying the kiss a little longer before she drags her mouth down along his throat.]

Tell me what you want? [ it's not a demand, it's truly a request, she wants to know how she can make him feel good.]

( he can feel his breath quickening as her touches continue, as her mouth moves along his neck and throat and over his face. his hands tighten around her waist and then relax before tightening again.

he swallows, hearing her question and trying to think of some kind of answer for her. )

Just — keep touching me.

( it's vague but it's all his mind can form right away. he licks his lips and then tries to catch her lips for another kiss. )

Touch me.

[ his request is easy enough considering all she wanted to do was touch him, to let her hands roam along his chest, leaving one eventually at the back of his neck again as they kiss.

she pulls back from his mouth, briefly, to lift her other hand to her mouth, laving her tongue across her fingers and palm before she moves to slip her hand between them and lower. she doesn't kiss him again, quite yet, she wants to see his reaction, wants to savor it when she curls her fingers around his cock and gives him a gentle stroke. an excited breath escapes her at the sensation of him in her hand, considering last time she hadn't technically touched him at all.]

Like this? [ she murmurs against his lips before licking into his mouth once more.]

Yeah.

( yeah, that's good. he bites down on his lip so he doesn't make some kind of embarrassing noise. he sucks in a breath and holds it, keeping it there while she strokes him.

he remembers last time as well, when she'd barely touched him, when she'd basically made him come by grinding against him. that was so good but this is good too in a different way. )

Yeah, like that.

( he knows he'll want more but this is good right now. )

[ she kisses him again, capturing the last word he grinds out with her mouth. and as she strokes his cock, she rocks against him a little. her mouth the wanders, dragging her lips along his throat. ]

Good-- [ she murmurs, letting her thumb brush along the tip of him.] What if I want something more?

( he sucks in another, sharper breath and pants the slightest bit. he's gotten keyed up from touching her, from having her pressed against him so this is just making it even more intense, even better.

he's not so far gone that he can't answer her question though. )

If you want something more, take it.

( because it's safe to say that he wants it too. )

[ she hums against his neck when he tells her to take what she wants. and she knows he wants it too, she can feel the evidence in how hard he is in her hand.

she leans up to kiss him again, her body shifting above his as she moves to align their bodies just so, but she doesn't take what she wants quite yet. instead, she grinds against him, letting him slide against her entrance a few times before she cants her hips just enough to guide his cock properly and sink slowly down upon him.]

( he thinks she's going to tease him at first. he thinks she's going to get him right there and then refuse to go all the way. when the head of his cock slides against her, his breathing deepens, grows more ragged and broken.

she doesn't tease him for long. just long enough that he thinks he's going to come out of his skin and then he's inside of her and she's sliding down down down until her hips meet his.

once she settles, he reaches for her and holds her waist to keep her steady for just a moment. )

[ she's teased him enough, hasn't she? she's not interested in a repeat of last time even if it was hot as hell and she won't ever forget the sense of control it gave her, the way it made her feel.

this is just as good, settling in his lap, full of him. he holds her in place for a moment. her eyes go to his face to make sure he's not overwhelmed or something, she presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling a bit breathless too.

her body is still sensitive from her orgasm so it feels so good to have him inside of her and she feels impatient to chase that feeling.]

You feel so good.

So do you.

( the words are quiet, easy, sincere. marcos turns his head to try and capture her mouth for a kiss and then strokes her hips, trying to encourage her to move. he thinks they both need her to move.

she's warm, slick all around him and his heart is loud in his ears, telling him that this is good, this is what he needs. it might not solve any problems in the long run but it's a nice escape, a nice way to feel better and release tension.

he deepens that kiss and moans into her mouth. )

maybe she should have gotten to know him a little more before dragging him home and bedding him but in a way, that made it easier for her to do this with him. and she can't regret how good it feels to be straddling him, slowly starting to rock her hips as he encourages her to do.

she kisses him back, captures that moan between her lips and savors it. her hands move to his shoulders as she starts to ride him, breaking from the kiss to whisper.] I've been wondering how this would feel. [ ever since that first night.] Have you?

Yeah, I have.

( that night that he'd met her had been chaotic and overwhelming and while he'd definitely wondered about this, he'd guessed that they wouldn't get the chance.

there was always so much going on that just having a night with someone seemed almost impossible. but here they were.

she starts moving and he inhales, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to her lips before he rests his mouth against her cheek. )

[ she shivers slightly at the way it feels to have his lips against her cheek, his breath sweep across the skin there and blowing at her hair. she shifts above him, trying to move a little more purpose above him.

she smiles to herself as she rolls her hips.] It feels good. You feel good.

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