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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 23:10:30 GMT -5
She let out a little giggle, she was a tease--and she knew it too. Hallie ground her hips equally as persistent into his. God, she couldn't tease for all that long, it seemed. Her hand wound into the fabric on his chest, pulling him closer as he did her--their mindsets obviously in sync. Hallie let out a little moan into his mouth, forget the teasing--she needed him now.
She planted a kiss sloppily at the corner of his mouth, her words husky and almost demanding, hot against his skin, "Charles--" She started warningly, already working the hand on his chest down south, already starting on his buckles. Oh, she hoped he wouldn't turn the tables and tease her--but a part of her didn't mind if he did either.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 23:25:30 GMT -5
He groaned as she ground her hips against his. She had a lot to learn about men if she didn’t realize just how easily they could be aroused. He started to bunch the fabric at the back of her dress, knowing there was far too much of it for his liking, and tried to hike it up to her hips, but it was a bit hopeless, given the amount of it.
He shivered at her words, tilting his head hungrily to kiss her, coaxing her lips apart to slide his tongue in, moaning into her mouth when she worked at his pants. He lowered his head to kiss the curve of each breast pushed up by her corset, and when he’d gotten her skirts up enough, stroked the inside of her thigh.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 23:33:36 GMT -5
Hallie parted her lips with no hesitation, coaxing his tongue with her own, still shocked pleasantly by the sensation it caused, the shivers it sent down his spine. The wine bottle long forgotten, rolled away somewhere on the floor, her other hand wound to the side of his neck, pulling gently at the short pieces of hair she could reach. With one hand, she'd managed to get him undone and pushed down his trousers shamelessly, letting out a little gasp, a shudder too as he stroked her inner thigh. Their lips, clumsily parted, just barely grazing each other as her breathing picked up in anticipation.
Hallie pressed her free hand against his, pulling him to the wet place between her legs as she gripped his shoulder and the fabric enveloping it roughly.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 23:40:13 GMT -5
Well, they certainly didn’t need to be drunk to enjoy each other. This realization hit the alcoholic stablehand for a moment before he was easily distracted. He panted against her lips, and obediently pet the increasingly-moistened folds of her entrance. He tilted his head slightly to kiss her neck, sucking on the skin softly for a moment.
Still, he wasn’t going to let her get pleasured all by herself; they were both going to enjoy this. He slid a finger into her, just to make sure she was ready for him, before wiping his hand onto his pants. Then he picked her up with a grunt, bracing her back against the door of the closet, and impaled her onto his erect member with a groan that he muffled against her shoulder. No more teasing, no more games.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 23:47:48 GMT -5
Hallie let out a little gasp as his finger slid inside her, that first initial stroke held so much power against her that she almost let herself get comfortable before he stopped and she let out an impatient groan, turning her eyes accusingly towards him before he was grabbing her--lifting her and pressing her against the door, with no warning he filled her. Her sharp gasp, her uncontrolled moan--that was his fault, and she wasn't sorry for it in the least.
Hallie reached up with one hand and wound it into his hair, pulling him onto her--pulling his lips onto her skin as her own parted with growing pleasure as she rocked against him, taking him as deeply as she could. It was hard to believe she'd been a virgin just one day ago--they still had so much to try. Hallie pressed her lips against his ear, her teeth grazing gently against his ear lobe, "Ch-Charles!" She moaned out, trying desperately to be quiet, her pleasured cries muffled against his skin.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 15, 2011 23:48:37 GMT -5
Hallie let out a little gasp as his finger slid inside her, that first initial stroke held so much power against her that she almost let herself get comfortable before he stopped and she let out an impatient groan, turning her eyes accusingly towards him before he was grabbing her--lifting her and pressing her against the door, with no warning he filled her. Her sharp gasp, her uncontrolled moan--that was his fault, and she wasn't sorry for it in the least.
Hallie reached up with one hand and wound it into his hair, pulling him onto her--pulling his lips onto her skin as her own parted with growing pleasure as she rocked against him, taking him as deeply as she could. It was hard to believe she'd been a virgin just one day ago--they still had so much to try. Hallie pressed her lips against his ear, her teeth grazing gently against his ear lobe, "Ch-Charles!" She moaned out, trying desperately to be quiet, her pleasured cries muffled against his skin.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 15, 2011 23:54:31 GMT -5
Thankfully, in spite of her inexperience, she was doing quite well. He kissed her hungrily as she rocked against his hips, drawing him deeper, and he growled in pleasure, encouraged by her own cries that he muffled with his mouth when he got the chance again. His eyes closed and he held her tight, steadying her as they moved together, keeping her in place against the door so he could move freely. He kissed her restlessly, needily.
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Post by hallie elizabeth beckinridge on Dec 16, 2011 16:58:30 GMT -5
Hallie dug her nails into the fabric on his shoulder, her moaning muffled against his lips as she kissed him back, almost deliriously. How had she waited so long for this? Well, she knew how--she hadn't found him yet of course. Hallie grabbed at him eagerly, there was no way to get him any closer than this, but she tried and pressed her hips against his and moved them sensually into his. Hallie ducked her head to kiss his jaw, his lips before she reached up with another hand and pulled his lips downwards to meet her breasts, now slightly overflowing with all their rushed and heated friction. She moaned into his hair and draped her arms over his shoulders and held him close.
She was getting close--so close..."Charles--" she murmurred again, almost warningly as they rocked, she'd hold on for him.
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Post by charles albert canning on Dec 16, 2011 19:11:10 GMT -5
Charles hardly needed the encouragement. He groaned low in his throat as she ground her hips against his, the angle driving him wild as he thrust into her. He supported her with his hands, one at the small of his back, one cupping the base of her skull, hoping the sound of her body thudding against the closet door wasn’t too loud (but if hardly caring if it was). He tilted his head back for just a moment before she captured her lips with his, and he was going along with her, amused by her eagerness, her neediness.
Daring, he sucked on the sensitive flesh of her breasts, his tongue flicking over a nipple made pert by her arousal, peppering kisses across her chest and collarbone. His need to fill her, to be satiated, was becoming unbearable, and he started to tremble, panting against her skin. He didn’t want her to wait for him. He wanted to outlast her. But he wasn’t going to have much choice in the matter, really. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, muffling a roar of pleasure as he came with a shudder.
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