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 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?"
To the condom question, she shrugs and shakes her head. Prophylactics are a purely academic concept to her.
Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
Under different conditions, a shrug might have prompted Max to ask some follow-ups. But considering where they are, they don't really seem necessary. And Max is happy enough to go without.
He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
The short answer to the long story would be "Chell cannot remember ever being in a situation where she had to worry about STIs or pregnancy," so. Probably easiest to move on.
She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
As nonchalant as she was when she first saw the size of him, it's a little different to actually get intimate with his dick like this. Chell braces her hands on his chest, biting her lip, and rocks her hips until she finally settles down fully.
Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
He's taking a moment to breathe too, because she is amazingly tight around him. Every little move causes the most delicious friction. He might get worked up a little too quickly.
Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
That little moment of stillness is nice; it feels good just to be close for a second.
And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
Max's dark eyes are fixed on her face, watching her intensely as she rides him. Each one of those shudders sends a new bolt of heat through him. While listening to his partner cry out is a definite turn-on, he finds he doesn't miss it from her. Those silent groans are just as hot.
Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
She's not quite as close as he is when he speaks up, though she's definitely enjoying herself. She slows down, catching a few breaths, and nods. Okay, okay, that's fine. Let her think how to communicate for a second--
Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
He lets out a sigh that sounds both relieved and disappointed at once. Ultimately, he's glad she showed some mercy on him, that way he can last longer for her.
When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
Oh, fuck. Chell shudders, thrusting faster, and her nails scrape across Max's chest. God, that's good, and he's hot and hard inside her, and the sounds he makes when he's turned on--
It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
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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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Date: 2020-11-19 05:59 pm (UTC)Then he signs back more with great enthusiasm.
"You're on fire in a good way. A very good way."
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:35 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:16 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:39 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-11-23 02:08 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-11-23 02:33 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:09 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2020-11-24 08:24 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2020-11-25 11:01 pm (UTC)"Oh, I really wanna fuck you, Chell. Do I need to get a condom first, or you good without?"
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Date: 2020-11-26 12:54 am (UTC)Now, as to positioning ... she steals a kiss from him, then puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a gentle push, to encourage him to lie back. He remembers she likes riding, right?
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Date: 2020-11-28 04:28 am (UTC)He grins and falls back for her with only the slightest of pushes. Hell, yes, he remembers. And he was really hoping for this.
"I like when you push me around."
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Date: 2020-11-28 05:02 am (UTC)She grins down at him as she throws a leg over to straddle his stomach, and strikes a strongman pose, flexing a bicep. The business card did say he liked getting held down by strong people, right? He definitely outweighs her, but they can pretend.
I like pushing you around, she signs, using the sign for control, and pushing him on the chest for punctuation. You seem fun to bully.
Even if he doesn't know the signs, the smirk on her face speaks volumes. So does the way she shifts position and reaches between her legs, to guide his cock to her entrance and slowly start to sink down.
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Date: 2020-11-29 04:10 am (UTC)"I have no idea what you just said, but you looked hot saying it?"
It's not going to matter what she says to him in a minute because the blood is all rushing away from his brain as she slowly sinks down over his cock.
"OoOoh! Fuck yesss," he hisses.
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Date: 2020-11-29 06:20 am (UTC)Taking a second to breathe, she leans down to kiss Max, her eyes dark but sparkling. Thumbs up still?
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Date: 2020-11-30 09:34 pm (UTC)Once she breaks away from that kiss, he flashes a thumbs up. And then he signs more very enthusiastically.
After that, his hands settle on her hips, to hold them while she rides, and to give her a little extra assistance if she needs it.
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Date: 2020-12-02 12:50 am (UTC)And it feels great to see that enthusiastic more. Smiling, Chell signs back Yes! and gets to work. Slow at first, pulling her hips back and then pushing down, and speeding up when she gets comfortable.
Fuck that's good. Her head drops forward, her hair falling around her face and her mouth open to take pleased, panting breaths. There's a particular shudder in her breathing sometimes, a silent version of a groan.
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Date: 2020-12-03 03:27 am (UTC)Speaking of hot, he's starting to feel it boiling over low in his belly. Pleasure coils tight within him, the tension building.
"Chell," he warns, "you keep that up, I'm going to pop off."
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Date: 2020-12-03 04:10 am (UTC)Okay. She reaches for one of his hands and guides it between her legs to her clit. That should be pretty clear, right?
As she starts to roll her hips again, getting back into a rhythm, she meets his eyes and nods. Yes -- more, beautiful, more.
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Date: 2020-12-05 03:30 am (UTC)When she reaches to guide his hand, he smiles. He's on the same page with her almost immediately. His fingers find her clit and begin to work, even before she's started to roll her hips once more
"You're beautiful," he says, following that with a low lusty groan.
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Date: 2020-12-05 05:01 am (UTC)It takes less time than she would have thought for her to get close. Panting, she leans down and kisses him, grabbing his hair with one hand, her breasts against his chest, and grinds hard against his fingers.
And a minute later -- there. When she comes, her breath stutters out against Max's lips and her grip on his hair tightens spasmodically.
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