You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
"You make a good point." Don't mind him just committing a couple of those preferences to memory right now, while trying not to frown openly about the 'test subject for a computer' part.
As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
"Oh. Sorry." Okay he does still feel a bit bad for asking even if she doesn't look bothered.
BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
He smiles so sweetly from that affection. As experienced he is, relatively speaking, it's always the tender touches that make him melt more than the overtly sexual ones.
"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
Aww. He has a nice smile. It's a relief to see it -- to put aside her tome and focus on touching him again.
Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
He hums a pleased noise at the hand cupping his ass. It encourages him to press himself harder between her legs. This is a great thing about having his own kitchen. Now he can have kitchen counter sex if he wants to. He does.
That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
The little edge of pain is just right. She moves with the pull, her breath catching. Yep, good, this is very very good.
The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
His eyes do fall on the scars, taking them in with the fresh knowledge of what they mean. But then he meets her gaze again with a soft smile - willing her to see without words that it doesn't make her any different in his eyes.
Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
Oooh really. Smirking, she runs her palms up his abs, over his pecs -- hello, pecs -- along his shoulders and down his arms, to guide one of Max's hands to her thigh and the other to her breast.
More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
His hand fondles her breast softly overtop the fabric, before becoming too impatient and pushing it up to reveal the flesh beneath. At the same time, the hand on her thigh strokes inward tickling closer to the space between her legs.
"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure: she arches into the touch on her breast, squirms a little and twitches her legs wider apart to give him better access. Yes, she's still very clothed, shoes and sweatpants and everything, but she would very much like more pressure between her legs.
On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
He takes that as an open invitation and moves his hand in to caress her between her legs, still overtop her sweatpants. His fingers stroke her through the fabric teasingly light at first. But his touch grows firmer when her hand gets down his pants. She'll find quite a handful waiting for her. Even gentle stroking brings it roaring to life.
"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
Very well. She catches her lips between her teeth and reaches for his head with her free hand, sliding her fingers through his hair to encourage him further.
Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
He purrs against her skin, relishing her fingers in his hair and her touch below slow and tantalizing.
His tongue circles around her nipple, then he sucks it hard, only to release and give it a soothing lick. He moves to the other side and repeats the attack. Meanwhile, his fingers press into the fabric between her legs, stroking even harder.
But with her squirming like that, he's finding it hard to resist going deeper.
"We still have too many layers on," he groans against her chest. "Maybe we should fix that?"
Chell lets out a gusty, pleased sigh, her fingers twitching in his hair and on his cock.
Vigorous nodding to that suggestion. She tightens her grip on his hair slightly, using it to pull him up into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Her weight shifts forward as kisses him until she's forced to pull her hand out of his pants and loop it around his neck -- the better to wrap her legs around him and kiiiiind of encourage him to pick her up.
See, Max? Not so hard to understand. Don't underestimate the importance of body language.
The bed sounds perfect to her. She breaks the kiss to grin at him, then ducks her head to lay kisses down the side of his neck. He did say paying attention there was a good way to get him going, and Chell is nothing if not attentive.
Chell's plan works perfectly. The minute she starts paying attention to his neck, his breath shudders out in a hot sigh against her.
"Oh fuck... oh, oh fuck."
There goes the rest of his patience. He lays her down on the bed and grinds against her, still clothed, but even with the fabric between them, there would be no mistaking how hard he is for her.
"Chell," he groans, his fingers catching on the waistband of her pants, intending to pull them down while he madly kisses her chest, "You're driving me crazy with that."
Laughing, Chell plants her feet on the bed so she grind back. That lets her lift her hips when he starts pulling at her pants, too, helping him get them down. There's a hint of dampness gathering in her underwear, and a flush suffusing her cheeks and chest.
"Mm-hmm," he breathes. He'd sign it back to her but his hands are a little busy pulling her pants off all the way. Then, taking his off too, so he's left in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
When he's done stripping down he returns to kneeling over her on the bed. He drags his fingertips over the fabric of her underwear lightly and smiles when he feels the wetness.
Oh hello. Chell props herself up on her elbows to get a good look at him.
Look at you, she signs, pointing at her eyes and gesturing at him. Hell yes.
When he reaches between her legs, she nods with a grin, and reaches down to help shimmy her underwear off. Once she's fully naked, she touches Max's stomach, running her fingers up his abs and pecs to tickle over his neck again.
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Date: 2020-10-28 04:36 pm (UTC)You can talk. Writing is SLOW. If I had a card with "I like riding + hair pulling + vibrators" or "I used to be a test subject for a computer but I got out" things would be faster!
The mischievous smile gets a fuller laugh out her. She reaches out -- cautiously, still watching to make sure this is okay -- and runs her hand through his hair.
Oral, she signs, pointing at her mouth, yes. Big thumbs up.
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:29 pm (UTC)As much as he wants to dive right into the topic of oral and maybe dive into giving it, too, especially with the soothing way she's touching his hair (the touch makes him sigh contentedly), he can't help a new question coming to mind. This does seem like the best time to ask it.
"You can just sock me if this isn't appropriate to ask but... why don't you talk? You can obviously hear me."
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Date: 2020-10-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Born this way. Don't know what happened.
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:18 pm (UTC)BACK TO ORAL THEN.
"Anyway... uh. How about we get back to less talking and more doing other things with our mouths? You have my card so you can see for yourself, but I promise there nothing we've done so far I haven't been really into."
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Date: 2020-10-28 06:39 pm (UTC)Before she gets too distracted, though, she wants to add one thing in writing.
Thank you for telling me
She taps the words "thank you" and demonstrates the corresponding sign.
OK to ask me questions too.
We're here, not there. Let's do what we want.
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Date: 2020-10-30 04:06 pm (UTC)"Thank you for listening. It helps to have people who kind of... get it."
He mimics her motion for thank you. He does want to try to remember these.
"So, you like riding and hair pulling huh?" He digs his hands into her hair, not too hard yet, but testing the waters.
"That sounds like fun."
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Date: 2020-10-30 05:13 pm (UTC)Spreading her knees, she slides one of her hands down to cup his ass and pull him closer between her legs; now that she's up on the counter, the height difference is a lot more manageable.
She arches her back as his hands go into her hair, breaking into a grin. Yes, she signs enthusiastically.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:02 am (UTC)That yes from her is a big green light. His fingers tighten in her hair and he pulls back, hard enough that if she doesn't fight it, her head will be pulled back too, all the better to expose her neck to the fiery line of kisses he intends to lay down there, on his way down to her collarbone and then to the top of her breasts where he can reach while her shirt is still on.
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Date: 2020-11-01 04:52 am (UTC)The neckline of the shirt she's wearing is loose enough to give him a little play, though not enough to get all the way to her breasts. Chell squeezes his hips between her knees and his ass in her hand, sighing happily at the touches.
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:23 pm (UTC)"I'll take mine off too."
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Date: 2020-11-01 11:52 pm (UTC)She lifts her arms to help when he moves to take the shirt off, leaving her in a plain gray bralette. Normally, she's not self-conscious about the scars on her left side, but since she already drew Max's attention to them earlier, it feels a little different to have them out in the open. Not bad, necessarily, just ... noticeable.
Still, as soon as she's shirtless, she reaches to help Max get out of his top, as well. It's as good an excuse as any to run her hands along his abs, after all.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:01 am (UTC)Max makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, barely needing to look at what he's doing. Soon enough, it's open, exposing the white tank top beneath. He quickly shucks that off too, so he can have full license to play on his muscles.
"Touch me any way you want," he tells her.
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Date: 2020-11-03 01:32 am (UTC)More, she suggests with a grin. Then she leans in for a teasing kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth, and reaches down to palm his cock through his trousers.
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Date: 2020-11-04 02:17 am (UTC)"Oooh, yeah," he breathes, eyelids fluttering at her touch to his cock, "more of that please."
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Date: 2020-11-04 04:47 am (UTC)On which note, she nuzzles his cheek and squeezes him again, then shifts to slip her hand inside the waistband of his pants and underwear. She strokes her fingers over his skin, gentle for now.
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:43 am (UTC)"O-oh! Yess."
Not to be outdone, Max leans forward and latches onto her nipple with his lips, gently lapping at the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue while looking up at her face to see how she reacts.
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Date: 2020-11-05 03:59 am (UTC)Meanwhile, she keeps teasing his cock with those light touches. The fabric of his pants keeps her from doing too much, but as he gets harder, she wraps her hand around him and rubs her thumb in light circles around his head. It's always a nice thrill to handle someone like this; feeling him respond to her touch sends an answering pulse of warmth through her belly, makes her squirm a little on the counter.
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Date: 2020-11-07 10:38 pm (UTC)His tongue circles around her nipple, then he sucks it hard, only to release and give it a soothing lick. He moves to the other side and repeats the attack. Meanwhile, his fingers press into the fabric between her legs, stroking even harder.
But with her squirming like that, he's finding it hard to resist going deeper.
"We still have too many layers on," he groans against her chest. "Maybe we should fix that?"
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Date: 2020-11-08 04:02 am (UTC)Vigorous nodding to that suggestion. She tightens her grip on his hair slightly, using it to pull him up into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. Her weight shifts forward as kisses him until she's forced to pull her hand out of his pants and loop it around his neck -- the better to wrap her legs around him and kiiiiind of encourage him to pick her up.
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Date: 2020-11-09 12:25 am (UTC)But he can feel the shifting of her weight, and when her legs wrap around him, he grabs her from below and boosts her up into his arms.
He's thinking it's time to take this to the bed, so he starts walking that way. Unless she decides to steer him elsewhere.
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:17 am (UTC)The bed sounds perfect to her. She breaks the kiss to grin at him, then ducks her head to lay kisses down the side of his neck. He did say paying attention there was a good way to get him going, and Chell is nothing if not attentive.
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Date: 2020-11-09 04:08 pm (UTC)"Oh fuck... oh, oh fuck."
There goes the rest of his patience. He lays her down on the bed and grinds against her, still clothed, but even with the fabric between them, there would be no mistaking how hard he is for her.
"Chell," he groans, his fingers catching on the waistband of her pants, intending to pull them down while he madly kisses her chest, "You're driving me crazy with that."
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Date: 2020-11-09 05:44 pm (UTC)Yes? she signs, with a smirk. More?
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Date: 2020-11-11 03:32 am (UTC)When he's done stripping down he returns to kneeling over her on the bed. He drags his fingertips over the fabric of her underwear lightly and smiles when he feels the wetness.
"Ready to get these off too?"
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:42 am (UTC)Look at you, she signs, pointing at her eyes and gesturing at him. Hell yes.
When he reaches between her legs, she nods with a grin, and reaches down to help shimmy her underwear off. Once she's fully naked, she touches Max's stomach, running her fingers up his abs and pecs to tickle over his neck again.
i realize my tag was vague as hell but let's say he took it all off X|
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