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[ When he's been thinking of sex with Isabelle, it's been a whole mix of images and ideas and dreams moving around in his head, without much head or tail to it, but one thing was for sure - no thought or dream could ever come close to the real thing. No dream could ever attempt to reach the level of feeling Isabelle against him, her lips dragging against his skin, her hair brushing his fingertips, her nails digging into his back, her hips moving into his, her heat setting him alight.

Unconsciously, he bites at her neck - gently still, as much as he can, his tongue running up along the rune there, as he clings to her tightly and moans desperately at the feelings every single rocking of her hips brings, fireworks exploding through his brain with every noise she makes. The two of them are pulling and pushing against each other, the bed creaking slightly under them, and Baby knows he's not going to last,
not when she feels so good he can't breathe, in the very best way he's ever felt in his life.

He runs a hand through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it as his lips drag up her chin for a breathless kiss, the two of them swallowing each other's noises. ]

( she's never been able to put the entirety of a night with him together, not in her mind—it's always a splintering of interrupted images, the thought of his hands brushing over her hips translating then to how they'd feel brushing between her thighs, how they'd feel gripping her versus merely grazing. it's that fist in her hair that grounds her again from the spiral of heat that begins a second climb within her abdomen, slow and almost tantalizing.

a soft whine is hidden into the cave of his mouth, brushing distractedly through as she keeps him clasped there, open to catch the stumbling of her breaths, the pieces that are laced with his name, a slip of her accent, mierda, thoughts a blur of multiple languages of profanities and prayers. it's tell tale, just as she imagined it'd be, when he's reaching his end, just as she'd inch by inch seemed to lose control of her figure when his mouth was buried between her thighs.

it's that same desperation, now with much more hearty a control, that drives her faster in his lap—and faster still. all she has is the sounds that tumble from her tongue to tell to let him know, the angle causing him again to brush against swollen clit with every fluent grind. an unintentional bite to his upper lip, cries flushed and cheeks just as so, a mere moment from toppling over the edge. ) Baby, I'm gonna— ( broken against his mouth, rushed, thighs and arms encircled impossibly tight around him. )

Edited 2017-10-09 17:01 (UTC)

[ It builds and builds, between them, the tension and the noises and the kisses, the breathless pants, the rocking. It's like a whirlwind, and Baby clings to Isabelle, an anchor in the storm of sensations that's taking over him. He drops his other hand to Isabelle's ass, squeezing, pulling her tighter to him, the two of them growing more frantic.

When she speaks, Baby groans, hips thrusting up into her, lips sticking to Isabelle's, his whole body tensing up in this telling way, muscles hurting in the perfect counterpoint to how good Isabelle is making him feel. ] Yeah, yeah -

[ He's so close he's shaking with it, the noises he's letting out far away from words, as he's listening to Isabelle, and he moves faster, faster, until he's gone, choking on breaths as he buries his face in Isabelle's neck, coming hard enough he's feeling like he's about to cry. ]

( she's barely able to fully appreciate that palm clutching at her bottom, too taken by the tendrils of fire that lace intoxicatingly through each limb, how he hits all too sweetly against that spot she direly needs him at, every thrust bringing her closer, closer, til once more she's suspended on that breathless edge and left grappling to any bit of stability she can find.

it's his groan, the way it sparks yet another pyre within her lower body, the way he chases her hips just as frantically as her own rock to his, and as unlikely as it's always been, always seemed to be pulled through an orgasm right along with another, she can't hold on with the way he sounds, how he breaks in her arms, cradling him all the while as she comes again for him, because of him.

even as those waves begin to dull, soften, she makes no effort to lessen her hold of him, fingers knotted within his hair turning to a smoothing pet, almost absentminded, forehead falling in to the side of his neck while eyes close, raggedly breathing around the rapidity of her heart. each of her muscles feels worn, delightfully worked, having part a mind to slip herself off of him—but she doesn't, not yet. not when they're still a stumbling of exhales in attempts to catch up, to still, sweat a thin gleam at her temples and both her skin and his own hot to the touch, painted in blushes of red. )

[ He's still shivering and shaking from his own orgasm when he feels Isabelle follow him down this cliff, and he holds her through it, breathing hard against the damp skin of her neck, his eyes forcefully closed as he lets the sounds of her wash over him, take over any kind of ringing in his ears. Every shiver wracking his body feels so good, like another small explosion of feelings and pleasure, rushing up his spine and making him hold on tighter to Isabelle.

It takes him a while to be able to form thoughts again, and when he does, he still can't make them out into words, his mouth refusing to catch up to his brain. His hand moves up again, holding Isabelle to him in a hug as he thinks about how nervous he was, for tomorrow and then just to please her, to be able to get her where he wanted her to go so badly it made him ache. He didn't think this would happen - not even after the energy festival, not quite yet, not with everything else happening.

But he is certainly not complaining. He lays kisses along the curve of her shoulder, lying back down on her bed and pulling her along with him, chuckling as he does. ]

( there hadn't been any sort of hidden intentions when she'd invited him over, wholly content to soothe the nerves wracking through him for the following evening, to press those peppered kisses to his lips as promised as if confidence could flower from the action alone. everything with them had always fallen into place, and never once had she questioned it, hesitated if not upon initially realizing that she felt for him. it was still something she didn't entirely know how to word, when those three little words would roll off her tongue—but she'd let them come on their own.

he lays back and she still hasn't encouraged lids to open, tucked under the line of his jaw where she starts laying a line of petite, tender pecks. his chuckle causes brims to spread into a grin, soundless save for a quiet hum, eventually, eventually pulling hair off to one side in order to pull herself up just enough, hips still connected and muscles within her thighs quivering, as if about to give, and searches for his gaze.

a kiss to his chin, beneath the full spread of his lower lip, smile still sure and wide across her own. ) Hi. ( whispered through a chimed snicker. )

[ He tries not to wince when he feels Isabelle move - it's never, exactly, the most pleasant moment, but he relaxes when she settles against him once more, her lips to his skin making his eyes flutter shut contently.

He lets his fingers trace random shapes on the skin of her back, feeling bumps of old scars there - nothing he doesn't have himself, even if he can imagine that the circumstances in which they've acquired them are very different. He still feels like he could spend hours learning the shape of Isabelle, what makes her giggle and what makes her sigh, what parts of her are more sensitive than others, where he shouldn't touch. He's eager to be able to know these things about her.

When she speaks, he opens his eyes, looking down with a grin. ] Hi. [ Free hand reaches up to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin. ] That was... unexpected.

( she's careful to keep her hips still atop him, not wishing to overstimulate either of them, body's undoubtedly still teeming with release, tempted to sink down against one another and stay put for the rest of the later hours. there's a quite thought in the back of her mind that wonders what it is that happens from here, how it might change them, if at all, now that they've begun to learn one another in every sort of vulnerable light.

that grin of his washes her with an other sort of warmth, electric and kind, another laugh bubbling freely against his mouth while she slowly nudges her nose against his own, twice to each side with lids lazily blinking. ) A little bit. ( a nod around the words, teeth claiming at the bed of her lips, savoring the taste of him that still lingers there—sweet and entirely his own.

a tiny kiss planted against his mouth, first upper brim and then the lower, resting at her elbows while a single hand curls back in order to run it's palm through his hair. it'd be all too easy to gently slide him out of her, curl up at his side and fall asleep to the slowing thunder of a pulse against his chest—however, the thought of a shower also crosses her mind, unsure of whether or not he was entirely willing to move himself. )

Unexpected good, or...? ( the words fade off into a whisper, single brow raising at their end. )

[ Settling with Isabelle on top of him, it's actually - despite the fact that it shouldn't be comfortable, it is. He doesn't really want to move anywhere, or do anything than hold her close. He knows it's not exactly like he can stay here forever, but for right now? It's just perfect.

When she speaks, he raises an eyebrow himself, hardly believing she'd doubt it in any way, shape or form. But he's feeling the same way - wondering if she's going to regret it, thinking they've jumped ahead too fast now, or if she's content with their new state of affairs. ]

Very - very good. [ When he speaks, he lets his face relax into a serious, honest look, meaning it and wanting Isabelle to know he is 100% honest and earnest about it. It feels cheesy, but it seems important for her to know that. ] Yeah?

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