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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.

Yes? she signs, with a smirk. More?

"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.

"Ready to get these off too?"

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.

"Oh, unless you wanted to sit on me?"

For an answer, Chell reaches up, grips his hair, and gives him a gentle but firm push down towards her cunt. Get on down there. Riding can come later.

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.'

She grins down at him between her legs, hazy with pleasure -- and then makes an almost comical oh!! face and lets go of his hair.

Sorry! Sheepish, she props herself up so she can reach down and stroke his cheek in apology. More? Stop?

"Oh, don't be sorry," he laughs, "I love it."

Then he signs back more with great enthusiasm.

"You're on fire in a good way. A very good way."

Chell laughs in turn. Okay, good.

She lays back for a moment, but only to stretch luxuriously before sitting up and tracing a finger across his lips. Your mouth? Hot, she signs, then leans in to kiss him. Tasting herself evidently doesn't bother her.

Her mouth? Also hot. He would tell her that but his lips are too busy kissing her back. And his hands are once more roving over her as if he's seeking to memorize every curve.

They land, finally, on her breasts fondling them before going to the nipples, to tease and play. She's so goddamn sexy. He just can't get enough.

She shudders, arching her back, her breath gusting warmly against his lips. Her nipples are hard and pebbled under his fingers. God, that's nice.

The mutual appreciation circle shouldn't just live in their heads, though. Cupping one hand around the back of his neck -- she's aiming for above the brand, closer to his hairline -- she slides the other hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Just to squeeze and stroke a little while she kisses him, for now.

Luckily, now that she knows the history of his mark, he no longer has any fear or aversion to her touching it, even accidentally. He sighs with pleasure when her grip finds his neck. He does love that, and now he can enjoy it without hesitation.

He makes a different kind of noise when her hand wraps around his dick. A low rumbling groan that vibrates the air between their lips. His thumbs stroke over her hardened nipples in time with her stroking on his cock. If she speeds up, so does he. A perfect feedback loop.

Yes, absolutely, perfect. She breaks off the kiss, but rests her forehead against his, grinning as she speeds up her strokes a little.

This doesn't seem like a moment where she needs her hands to ask yes or more. Shifting closer, she starts to kiss along the line of Max's jaw and down the side of his throat. How worked up can she get him before they need to switch up?

The eager hitch of his hips might be all the answer she needs. But he adds a little purr of appreciation too. That feels very nice.

He answer it by catching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers and starting to pinch lightly.

His grip, however, is starting to falter the longer she kisses his neck. Until he's having trouble coordinating his hands and has to opt for just holding onto her as his head tips back, exposing more of his throat to her sweet torment.

"Oooh," he whines, "Chell, mmm!" His cock gives a mighty throb in her hand and his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Oh, fuck."

Fuck that's hot. Chell can feel an answering throb between her legs, just hearing the noises makes, and the way he's losing coordination.

With some effort herself, she stills her hand on his cock and pulls back so she can sign with both hands.

More? she signs, and then makes a handjob gesture. Or -- she holds up her thumb and forefinger in a circle and inserts her other finger in and out rapidly.

His eyebrows go up and his mouth tugs into a sly sideways smile when she makes that second motion. She can probably already tell which one he wants. But he'll say it anyway.

"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"

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