wickedchouette | (no subject)

Oh!

[It's surprise and pleasure at the same time, and Claire jerks, following his thrust by raising herself up, almost to the point where he's out of her, and slides back down, her fingers squeezing then releasing his shoulders, where she's holding on to him.

It's also been a while for her, and Alfie feels incredible. She squeezes her muscles around him, starting a slow up and down as she leans in for another kiss.]

[He lets out a slow exhale as she sinks back onto him, kissing her back readily. She's in a better place to do most of the thrusting, especially in this position, but that doesn't mean he's planning to lie there limply. He moves one of his hands off of her arm and inwards along her chest, cupping her breast over her shirt and thumbing over one of her nipples.]

Edited 2016-11-23 17:54 (UTC)

[She's got too many clothes on her upper half to really be able to appreciate his touch, and huffs about it, pulling away from the kiss.]

Help me - take it off. At least the first two layers.

[That would leave her in a shirt. Not great, but she's hot right now.]

[He hesitates, raising an eyebrow at her.]

You'll freeze.

[Almost angrily, she sinks back down onto his cock, and squeezes her muscles again. She doesn't expect either of them to last long enough for her to freeze, but now is not the time for an argument.

Still, there's something approaching a pout on her lips for a second, before it's gone.]

I just - want you to touch me. Properly.

[He stutters out a groan - god - and jerks up into her.]

I'm not gonna give you hypothermia--

[Sighing, she nods.]

I know.

[She almost says shut up and kiss me instead, but it sounds childish in her head. So she kisses him, and gets her rhythm back, picking up speed, her clit dragging against his cock on each thrust up, making her moan louder.]

[He muffles their moans with the kissing - kissing her thoroughly and fervently, mouth moving in time with the rhythm of her thrusts. His hand leaves her shirt to snake downwards and duck underneath the fabric, touching her skin and giving her a little of what she wants.]

[His newly trimmed beard is sure to leave some irritation around her mouth, but Claire can't bring herself to care. This all feels way too good - she only manages to temper her noises through knowing just how close other people might be, and she really doesn't fancy getting caught in this position by anyone. She shivers at his touch, whimpering helplessly, and kisses him harder, moving a little faster.]

[He smooths a hand over her bare stomach, kissing her more deeply still. His dick twitches inside her, just a little the first time but more strongly and more noticeably the second. He's not coming yet, but he's not too far away from it either.]

[She only breaks the kiss to bury a moan in his shoulder, her eyes closed tightly. She can feel muscles spasming in her stomach, her thighs, and it just spurs her on. She switches rhythms just slightly, going slower but deeper, rolling her hips in tiny circles when he's all the way inside her, kissing up along his neck, to his ear, enjoying the feeling of him inside her.]

[He murmurs more words against the side of her face, no more intelligible than before. His eyes fall all the way shut and he bucks upwards a few times. It makes pain shoot down his back, which takes him out of the moment a little, but the result is, again, more than worth it.]

[Claire can only wonder what Alfie is actually saying, but she can't make herself ask, too lost in the moment. She frames his face with a hand, and pulling back a tiny bit. She's not willing to let the cold in, so she just shifts back a little, kissing at Alfie's collarbones. She's getting close to an orgasm, can feel it building at the small of her spine.]

[As soon as she pulls away, he's trying to pull her back, more out of instinct than anything else. He doesn't thrust up into her again, but he gives a few more twitches inside of her, purposeful and rhythmic this time.]

[She smiles up at him, planting a small kiss on his lips. Her thumb brushes his cheek gently, a counterpoint to her movements, which are getting more and more erratic.]

Oh, Jesus -

[She digs her fingers in his upper arm, holding on to him for dear life.]

[He's rock-hard now despite the cold - and those words, said like that, make him harden even more. He pulls her in for one last deep, searing kiss.]

[Claire groans, slamming her hips down onto his one last time before she's coming, panting against his neck as she tenses up over him, feeling like lightning is shooting up her spine.]

Oh my god, Alfie. [She's breathless, whispering against his skin.]

[Her clenching around him is what brings him to his finish, and once he starts coming he just drops back, letting his dick do the rest. When he's done, he lies there spent, reaching up to brush a sweaty strand of her hair away from her face.]

[Slowly, she relaxes, turning her face to his hand and kissing his palm gently. After a while, she forces herself to move off of him, her legs still feeling like jelly. She's going to need a minute to be able to put her clothes back on, still all too sensitive and wanting to enjoy the moment a while longer.]

[He runs his hand down her shoulder.]

You're very good to me.

[She chuckles, looking up at him.]

It's not like I was selfless here, or that I didn't enjoy myself. But I'm glad if you had a good time.

I can think of worse ways to have ended a long, hard day.

Hmmm.

[Chuckling, she pushes herself off of him reluctantly to put her jeans back on, wishing she could take a shower beforehand. But as it is, she just shimmies back into her pants, sighing - she's still pretty sensitive, after all. Then, she sits on the bed by his side, a hand on his chest.]

Do you want me to go?

I'd rather you not.

[The last thing he wants to do is chase away the warmth of another person being close. But...]

If you'd rather go, I won't keep you.

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I'm happy to stay.

[She starts lying back down next to him, before stopping herself. With a slight blush, she reaches out towards him under the blankets, getting the condom off of him in a couple quick moves. She drops it by the side of the bed with a grimace, promising herself to dispose of it in the morning.

Then, she settles back down.]

Just wasn't sure if you'd sleep better without me, or if it would be nicer on your back if it hurts, or if it was just simpler, between us.