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.
"Like what you see?" He allows himself a little smugness.
Honestly, he sometimes worries what reaction he'll get when he brings out the big boy. And with it all bare now, he's glad it's a good one and not 'oh hell no' instead.
He slips her underwear down and tosses them aside, but his eyes are already lowering to half-lidded again, enjoying her wandering touch.
"You're beautiful, Chell," he murmurs, lifting his hand to follow the curve from her hip up to her breast, to cup one in his large hand. "What's the sign for that?"
Honestly, she looks pleased by the sight of his cock, and not terribly intimidated. Maybe later they can talk about her experience with knots.
Grinning, she signs Beautiful. Or-- She fans herself and blows out a breath, like someone overheated. You know, hot.
A faint shiver goes through her at his touch, and her nipple is hard under his hand. She taps him on the chest with a smile, signs Beautiful in turn, and lets her fingers wander over to tease one of his nipples as well.
There are, of course, a lot of options from here. She wiggles her fingers to get his attention, then mimes several things: touches her lips, then his lips, for kiss; touches her lips, then his cock, lightly, for blowjob; touches his lips, then points down at her crotch, for cunnilingus.
He smiles and fans himself while looking pointedly at her. Because, yeah, that's what you are Chell.
"Thank you," he purrs, a shiver running through him too when she finds his nipple. It doesn't take long for it to harden.
His thumb flicks over hers almost absently while he considers the options. He's so bad at making these decisions. Then again... since she's asking, this is his chance to show her just how good he is with his tongue.
"I choose this," he says, letting his hand wander down to her outer lips, stroking at them lightly before he begins to shift himself down. Then he pauses.
Max likes a lady who knows what she wants. Her push is all he needs to commit fully to the choice.
Face pressed between her thighs, he starts slow with testing, probing flicks of his tongue. He gently kisses her outer lips, just getting acquainted. His eyes are trained on her face the whole time, watching for her reactions as he moves in deeper, letting his tongue explore more boldly.
For now, he’s choosing places in and around where he suspects her clit to be, without going right for it. A little teasing never hurts. He is perfectly happy taking his time.
Chell stretches back to grab a pillow and prop herself up, the better to watch him. She shivers with pleasure as he starts to tease and explore -- runs her hand through his hair and signs again, Beautiful.
Her breathing gets deeper the more he teases. When he does brush her clit, by accident or intention, she inhales sharply and nods to let him know. Right there is good.
And if he continues to tease? She starts to squirm. Just a little, for now, biting her lip and shifting her hips towards his tongue, but very definitely squirming. Patience is hard! Not that teasing isn't great -- Max should be able to tell she's getting wetter the more he works around her -- it's just that patience is hard.
The hand in his hair doesn't push for him to go faster, yet. Sometimes her fingers flex against his scalp as if Chell is thinking about it, though.
Her reaction when he brushes her clit makes him smile and hum with satisfaction against her. Now that he's found the spot, it's damn tempting to go right for it. But he so loves to tease. Especially when it makes her squirm like that.
Heat flares low in his belly. Fuck, he could watch her do that all day. But the flexing of her fingers in his hair suggests he won't get away with it much longer. She won't have to insist too much before his tongue brushes that spot again, harder and with clear intent. He's waiting to hear her sharp intake of breath again, before he really starts in on it.
He gets what he's after. She can't moan, but she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shuddering sigh. Now she's getting insistent, pulling him closer and moving her hips in fitful jerks.
Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
His hands slide to her thighs, spreading her wider and holding her while she trembles for him. With a reaction like that, how can he resist?
He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
Chell arches her back with a gasp as he redoubles his efforts. Fuck, that's good. You have to love somebody who enjoys his work.
Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
What she may lack in vocal ability, she more than makes up for in the way her body cries out to him. It's driving him wild how she can't seem to hold still. He applies due pressure to her legs to keep her grounded, enough that he can keep up with her movements and not get bonked (save that for a little later.)
When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
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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|
Date: 2020-11-12 04:23 am (UTC)Honestly, he sometimes worries what reaction he'll get when he brings out the big boy. And with it all bare now, he's glad it's a good one and not 'oh hell no' instead.
He slips her underwear down and tosses them aside, but his eyes are already lowering to half-lidded again, enjoying her wandering touch.
"You're beautiful, Chell," he murmurs, lifting his hand to follow the curve from her hip up to her breast, to cup one in his large hand. "What's the sign for that?"
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Date: 2020-11-12 05:54 am (UTC)Grinning, she signs Beautiful. Or-- She fans herself and blows out a breath, like someone overheated. You know, hot.
A faint shiver goes through her at his touch, and her nipple is hard under his hand. She taps him on the chest with a smile, signs Beautiful in turn, and lets her fingers wander over to tease one of his nipples as well.
There are, of course, a lot of options from here. She wiggles her fingers to get his attention, then mimes several things: touches her lips, then his lips, for kiss; touches her lips, then his cock, lightly, for blowjob; touches his lips, then points down at her crotch, for cunnilingus.
nah you're good. it's what i MEANT but my dumb ass went back to re-read and was like wow unclear sry
Date: 2020-11-14 07:05 am (UTC)"Thank you," he purrs, a shiver running through him too when she finds his nipple. It doesn't take long for it to harden.
His thumb flicks over hers almost absently while he considers the options. He's so bad at making these decisions. Then again... since she's asking, this is his chance to show her just how good he is with his tongue.
"I choose this," he says, letting his hand wander down to her outer lips, stroking at them lightly before he begins to shift himself down. Then he pauses.
"Oh, unless you wanted to sit on me?"
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:38 pm (UTC)Face pressed between her thighs, he starts slow with testing, probing flicks of his tongue. He gently kisses her outer lips, just getting acquainted. His eyes are trained on her face the whole time, watching for her reactions as he moves in deeper, letting his tongue explore more boldly.
For now, he’s choosing places in and around where he suspects her clit to be, without going right for it. A little teasing never hurts. He is perfectly happy taking his time.
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Date: 2020-11-15 11:33 pm (UTC)Her breathing gets deeper the more he teases. When he does brush her clit, by accident or intention, she inhales sharply and nods to let him know. Right there is good.
And if he continues to tease? She starts to squirm. Just a little, for now, biting her lip and shifting her hips towards his tongue, but very definitely squirming. Patience is hard! Not that teasing isn't great -- Max should be able to tell she's getting wetter the more he works around her -- it's just that patience is hard.
The hand in his hair doesn't push for him to go faster, yet. Sometimes her fingers flex against his scalp as if Chell is thinking about it, though.
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Date: 2020-11-17 02:31 pm (UTC)Heat flares low in his belly. Fuck, he could watch her do that all day. But the flexing of her fingers in his hair suggests he won't get away with it much longer. She won't have to insist too much before his tongue brushes that spot again, harder and with clear intent. He's waiting to hear her sharp intake of breath again, before he really starts in on it.
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Date: 2020-11-17 03:48 pm (UTC)Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
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Date: 2020-11-18 02:58 pm (UTC)He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
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Date: 2020-11-18 03:34 pm (UTC)Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:19 pm (UTC)When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:50 pm (UTC)Sorry! Sheepish, she props herself up so she can reach down and stroke his cheek in apology. More? Stop?
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