( he can't see it, but undoubtedly he knows of the grin that's perched wickedly across her mouth, brims still carrying that familiar ruby tint—thank the angel for lipsticks that withheld an entire day's wear. if not, he'll hear it in the way following words lace together like velvet, dripping with praise and a click of her tongue. ) Good boy.
( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )
( good boy, she says, and in any other situation — a situation in which rene can think clearly, unburdened by the thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears, powered by adrenaline coursing through his veins — he'd laugh at the irony of it all. wild dog, a good boy.
he has no intention of being good for the remainder of the evening, though, now that the seemingly final obstacle has been cleared; the lock clicks, a sound that cuts right through the tension in him. rene is hardly cognizant of his actions as he opens the front door, immediately heads for the stairwell and starts up them, fueled purely by his desires than coherent thinking, phone shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie and quickly forgotten.
third floor, apartment 2A. his fingers, curled into a tight fist, rap against the door, knuckles against painted metal. one, two, three, and that's all it takes. now comes perhaps the most difficult part — the anticipation between the knock and the door opening, and he could practically salivate simply thinking about wait awaits him behind it. )
( she doesn't go far in the brief span of time it takes him to scale those stairs, rather she's perched herself against the back of her couch that's merely a few feet from the entry, breeze courting past gauze curtains to kiss flesh that's left bare to the room. it's like a taunting graze of his palms, of what's to come, only chilled where his touch will undoubtedly run hot, far less gentle.
but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
( the door opens and it's like everything freezes in that moment. his eyes rake over her body, take in lace and cropped fabric and skin and those red lips, pupils dilated from the incessant need that's taken over his body, burning through his veins.
the way rene sees it, he has two options. one, he can grab that ass that taunted him so in the snap that started this whole thing, pull her flush against him and kiss those lips that have all but tormented him in his dreams since that first day he met her, going toe to toe with her at the gym. his adrenaline then pales in comparison to what's taken hold of him so completely right now.
or he could hoist her over his shoulder without a single word, effortless, his arm wrapping tight around her legs to keep them still, show her exactly how this is gonna go down based on their conversation, on promises made, on desires he hardly knew he had within himself, unfulfilled. he knows what he's capable of. he knows what she's capable of.
so that's what he does. one grunt and she's hauled over his shoulder, heart thudding as his eyes adjust to the low light of her apartment, head towards where he can only assume the bedroom lies. a few more steps and the real action can begin. )
( it's no more than a few seconds that passes between her fingers tangled within that shirt, door shutting behind them and his eyes running over her within the dark, but it suspends between them infinitely. the cage of her ribs alights with a fire even his messages, the sound of him hadn't elicited. it's thrilling, undeniably, as if his gaze was enough on it's own to touch her, graze between her thighs, a hot breath into the crook of her neck.
she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )
( she calls him needy, as though she is not the very cause of it all — the near-tingling in his palms, the dryness in his throat, the neediness that tightens within him, holds onto him like a vice, begs for release. in another time, he might laugh, but this feeling that's overtaken him — this scenario they've played out — doesn't allow it now.
instead, his free hand, far too impatient for him to resist any longer what with the thing he desires most quite literally within his gasp, kneads the curve of her ass with his palm, fingers dipping beneath the thin lace that hardly covers her. he thinks he might indulge in what she asked for through text, but for her little comment —
index finger and thumb pinch together, hard enough to leave a faint mark later, though smaller than whatever he'll later inflict upon her, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment before he chides: ) I already told you — I ain't playing around tonight, mama.
( her bedroom, as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment, which suits them in this moment, he thinks. there's no hesitation before he sits on the edge of her bed, repositions her across his lap where she'll surely feel the fruits of her effort, hard and pressing. one hand brushes her hair over her shoulder so he can really look at her, as absolutely fucking gorgeous as he remembers, fingers idly carding through her hair, as slow as the hand that gently caresses both of her ass cheeks, fingers flexing against her skin every now and again, like foreshadowing of what's to come. )
( he knows exactly why she's said it, just what reaction she hopes to draw from him, and he's only played into it far too well. the pinch he leaves beneath that wet, lacy layer startles a whimper from beneath her tongue, teeth catching at it's tip to suspend the sound into a shaky exhale before it reaches it's full body, before it gives him too much pride that he'll likely soon leave crying from her lips. his tone nears threatening, and there's something dangerously intoxicating to it all, the way he handles her as he finds the edge of that bed, situating her how he wants her; taking her how he wants her.
never has she allowed a man such control. never has she wanted them to have it, use it. just like this. ) Yeah?
So what are you going to do about it, vida?
( he's got her sprawled over his lap, and while she could play up being a good girl for him and keep still, she instead uses her knees at his opposite side to perk her ass up a bit, just enough to give it a teasing sway, glancing over the sharp line of her shoulder to watch the movement herself, the way his large palm kneads against supple flesh. lips roll together, hues flitting sharply up to his beneath sooty, thick lashes, smirk pulling back to reveal the white of her teeth. )
( never has rene done anything even remotely like this before, but it feels so god damn right. his fate always feels just out of his grasp, but this is the one thing that he can control. all it would take is another pinch of his fingers, nails digging into her soft skin, to earn another sharp inhale from her that rattles her whole body.
or, he could go for so much more, eyes dark as they hone in on the tantalizing sway of her hips beneath his palm, gaze raking over the curvature of her spine until it meets gray fabric, over her perfect smirk. she knows all too well what she's doing, knows how to get what she wants. who is he to deny her? )
Teach you why you should never do that again. ( his touch is still relatively light against her, more exploratory than anything. rene takes a deep breath, exhales slowly for a moment. ) Mi niña mala...
( there's a short tutting sound that escapes him, and then he finally indulges her, palm lifting so he can spank her for the first time, feeling the sting of it linger even after it settles against her skin again, caresses over what's surely a reddened handprint as though to soothe. god damn, that felt good.
it doesn't matter if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait or else he'll have to punish her for it, or if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait because of how good it'll feel when she indulges him; he's pretty damn sure he'll get his point across. )
( isabelle knows better than to doubt that fact that he could likely make her swallow back her words and plea instead for a reprieve, for more (and then deny her, yet), but she knows at least tonight he's just as pent up as she is, if the hard line of him pressing at the front of his jeans has anything to say on the matter.
so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?
I like you, baby, ( rene says with a huff of laughter, low in his throat. ) And I like that you like to be bad. ( his palm kneads again, a slow massage of her skin by hands fight-roughened. )
'Cause I know how bad you want this — ( another spank, firm as the last, but against her other cheek, the sting of it seeming to course right through him. the way she flinches when he does it, her whole body squirming against his lap, makes how bad he fucking wants her hard to ignore.
rene, for once in his life, doesn't wanna rush this, though, despite every fiber of his being practically screaming at him to drop her against the bed, bury himself between her thighs. no, no, he has to sate himself another way; another spank, because apparently he's feeling generous, and without warning, his fingers delve between those thighs, brush rough against lace that's warm, practically soaked with her sheer need for him. it elicits a groan from him, not bothering to try hiding it. god, she is so fucking hot.
his fingers curl around that thin piece of lace, his hand sliding back upwards and pulling her panties taut against her, bunched fabric tight between those beautiful cheeks, to give her the sensation of it and greedily, to expose more of her skin to him; he'll remove them when he's good and ready, or else he's a goner. ) Dios, mami. You're something else.
( she takes care to let any little writhe of hips in anticipation and response to those smacks brush intentionally against him, a kiss of friction to contest the fires he's set to her skin, even beneath bronzed dermis. she can hear it in the way he talks to her, natural as it seems for him to find that tongue in such circumstances, how much he struggles to keep himself inline, some semblance of discipline from taking her the moment he'd opened that door.
this time when a hit lands to her bottom, there's a hitch of a breath inward, held at the roof of her mouth with a press of tongue, finally letting lids fall closed to a heavenward roll. he's precise with every slap, how he tucks two digits beneath that laced layer to pull taut against the bundle of her clit, graze against the heat of her, and she can't help but to rock herself into it. it wasn't usual for her to have a man strut into her home, toss her over their shoulder and have her over their knee in so short a span of time, but there's a devilish temptation that comes with him, cruel to resist, and she doesn't want to anymore.
she's been good long enough; cadelle could serve as some sort of the reprieve she needed. teeth drain that vixen-red color from her lips as they snatch down, hair a thick spill of waves along one side of her neck, palms keeping her in place causing fabric of that cropped hoodie to rise, plentiful breasts brushing against her comforter. ) You look like you could use a little attention.
( a suggestive clip, reaching a single hand between them to deftly make work of his jeans' fastening, arch of her spine accentuating all the further to give herself proper room to do so. her bottom already boasts a rosy hue— while she can give him some bite of control, it wasn't in the lightwood way not to find some sort of means to get ahead. rounded tip of nails trails beneath his navel, giving a snap to his briefs. ) What it is you want, hermoso?
( the way she grinds against the pulled fabric is sexy, the feeling of her moving and squirming against his lap so seemingly precise he thinks it could drive him right over the edge. the crack in rene's very fragile sense of self control seems to spread further and further by the second, spiderwebbing outwards, threatening to shatter entirely with a single touch, a single roll of hips, the catching of teeth against ruby lips.
he wants her so bad that it hurts, cock aching with desire as it presses against the confines of his jeans, and he knows that izzy knows it; she'd virtually had him to this point before he'd pulled the hoodie over his head and stormed outside, switching from hastily typed words to a breathy voice in his ear.
she knows. it's why her hand dares to slip between their bodies, graze over his thigh until it can undo the button of his jeans, tug the zipper down to reveal the waistband of his briefs, taught against carved hip bones. the drag of fingernails beneath his navel makes him groan, his own hand giving her ass a squeeze as though it's the only thing he could possibly hold onto in this moment to steady himself.
he's surprised he can hear her question over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the sting of the waistband snapping against his skin. ) I want to be inside of you, ( comes his low reply through gritted teeth. with a steadying breath, his eyes blink open, gaze dark as it takes in the sight of her over his knee, the peek of rounded breasts beneath her cropped hoodie, the arch of her back, the lingering swell of red over her curved bottom. he feels as though he may burst, too much pent up inside of him. ) Do you think you deserve that, baby girl? ( another spank, this one no lighter, followed by a matching one to the other cheek, before his palm smooths over her skin again, massages slow and deep. another comment that sounds like a challenge, a dare: ) You tell me, since you're so damn mouthy.
( there’s a haste that begs to take hold of them, and while it’d be all too easy to straddle her into his lap, slip down those briefs and jeans of just enough to press into her, he’s still wearing far too much for her liking, but she hasn’t the mind to crawl off of him just yet. especially not when he soothes over those raw prints he’d left behind, flesh rouge and searing. groans are all the more vivid, dirtied and private now that he’s beside her, under her, against her, now that she can feel them claw at the hollow of his chest.
his admission rewards him with a breath of a mew, startled to a gasp as his palm strikes her again, one to each cheek—shoulder blades pinch together, crown tipping back to leave locks spilling over her spine, stolen for the moment at that heated lick of pain that runs through her. she’ll be sore tomorrow, there’s no denying it, and while she has an easy means of healing the abused area over, she just might enjoy feeling him every time she sits, like a lingering punishment. )
Someone deserves a reward for this, no? ( a huff of a reply while she gathers a steadier tone, unable to keep herself still against him, to keep from pressing against that pull of fabric, chasing any means of friction she can find whether she’s given body permission or not. a moan laces it’s way through pressed lips, left in a slight part. she’s not shy to drag the heart of her palm down further along his briefs, rubbing its heel along the line of him, thick and hard and all because of her. ) But I don’t think it matters. ‘Cause you need it.
( a daring grab of his cock through that cotton, dampened near the swell of his tip. ) Don’t you, cari?
( rene's not good at this — well, maybe he's aight, but it's a learning process for sure, learning the delicate balance between sating certain desires and leaving the others to wait, self-control at an expert level, in order to earn a better payoff.
if he were, perhaps he'd wrap his free hand around her wrist, snatch it away and pin it against the bed, really give her a spanking for touching him without permission, for trying to take matters into her own hands when he's clearly the one in charge here. he'd bark some equally mouthy retort
his self-control levels are certainly not at an expert level. instead, he can only let out a sharp breath, tip his head back and let deft fingers curl around him, an agonizing layer of cotton between them, his cock twitching in response to her touch, precome leaking from the head. teeth catch his lower lip, suppress a moan, a desperate plea for more as though he's not the one in charge here.
— wait, but he is. rene's response isn't verbal, is merely the meeting of his sharp gaze with hers. fuck it.
there isn't a shred of gentleness with how he practically manhandles her yet again, scoops her up and drops her onto her back on the bed. nails drag against the soft skin at her hips as he yanks those dampened panties off of her, tossed to the floor somewhere, and he doesn't even have the patience to do anything more than gruffly pull his jeans and briefs down over his ass, crawl over her and guide his cock inside of her and it's —
fuck, she's so good, so wet because of him, warm and tight as she accommodates him, his hipbones pressed against her as she fully takes him, a moaned out, ) Fuck, mami —
( this is what she'd been edging him towards, that glaze that takes over his hues when they snap to hers, that moment he tries to keep from giving in so soon when the reward is so sweet. and she'd snicker, she would, but it's a daze of motions that leaves her twirled and falling to the plush of that mattress, watching with iris' blown to black pools the way he shoves down what layers he needs to in order to take her, and thighs part all too willingly to accommodate.
there wasn't anything between them that demanded they take their time, play up any set of morals or boundaries of respect—she'd been clear on her intentions upon her invitation, and so there isn't any guilt. any shame to the way she hastily makes purchase with nails at the lower of his back, slipping beneath the thick cotton of his own hoodie to clasp onto him as he grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself, fills and stretches her with a single, full stroke. )
Se siente rico— ( natural tongue finds her, words stumbling from her lips in a rushed pant, velveteen walls giving a gratified clasp around his width, trying desperately to adjust. a swallowed back whimper, giving him no choice but to aid her in tugging that upper layer of his up and off of his frame, revealing an array of scars amidst ridges of definition, marveling both of her palms appreciatively along each plane of his chest. another time she'd map them with her lips, a trace of fingertips, right now all she can think about is the way she practically pulses around him, finding his eyes in the dark of that bedroom with a kindred hunger.
thick, creamy canvas of her thighs find each side of him, using her calve against his bottom to give a last little pull of his hips, assuring he's jarred into her as far as possible. )
( he'd feel stupid for waiting so god damn long when she feels so good, but the build up — these long moments spread into nearly hours — plural — of anticipation, of getting them both more ready than they've possibly ever been has turned out to be well worth it. the feeling of being inside of her, of having legs drawn tightly around him to pull him in as close as physically possible, the way her body shifts with him to take his length —
his eyes practically roll into the back of his head with pleasure as she takes him to the hilt, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment while he just savors this feeling, this oh-so-prevalent feeling of satisfaction.
her voice is music to his ears, spilling past reddened lips, and his senses are far too overloaded to fight the tug of his sweatshirt over his head, left hanging somewhere on the edge of the bed — a godsend, considering the sheen of sweat coating his skin once it's gone. rene will do the same in time, surely, but for now, there are other matters at hand, pressing in a way that renders everything else unimportant.
slowly, slowly, rene arcs his hips backwards, cock sliding with ease from within her until only the head remains, and then he grinds back into her, fingers curling into the sheets on either side of isabelle's head. it's an agonizingly slow pace that he's setting, but he knows that it won't last long with how tight she is around him, how far she's driven him with her words and very little touch.
his face remains just above, lips a breath away from hers — hell, he can feel each and every pant that passes her lips, can practically taste the sound of her whimper — and he murmurs, voice strained, ) Tú bien, cariña?
( she can't decide where to latch her gaze as his hips give that slow withdraw, jaw tightening and crowns catching unforgivably at own lower lip, hues flitting down to watch the way his abdomen contracts, the sharp lines along each hip bone that only draw her sights to him, watching til the plush of his cock only teases inside of her before she's full once again. a moan flowers from the bed of her throat, chest bowing from the mattress, toes curling inward. )
Si, papi— ( breathless- there's some part of her, dazed and distant that processes his words, eventually finds a means of putting thought to tongue and tongue to words when it can barely wrap itself around a breath that isn't ragged, too caught up in how good it felt—the way he stretches her out, how fluently he grinds his hips to hers to ensure he hits right to that sensitive spot at her limits, giving in to something she's needed for far too long.
one hand's raveled itself agains his forearm just beside her, some means to ground herself, a thin layer of sweat like dew left sheen across her temples, and when wide eyes flutter open again they're fixed to his, studying the way pleasure twitches at his mouth, lids at half mast.
crown tips in order to grab at his fuller lip, suck it gently between the plush of her own brims before giving him a taste of teeth, sharp and sweet in the bite that's left behind, and once more that competitive glint arises. ) More.
( isabelle, rene has very slowly learned, is an expert at getting whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. first, the buzz of his phone, an image revealed, and she got him here. next, his hands on her, rough and unforgiving, just as she'd asked. even now, with him inside of her, those ruby lips capture his, teeth tug at his lower lip, needy and fuck, he is all too happy too happy to indulge her, indulge that request — that demand for more.
it's now that he realizes that he hasn't just straight up kissed her yet, and that shit ain't gonna fly. no, his lips crash hard against hers, a little messy, definitely a little dirty, tongue licking into her mouth as his lips part against hers.
this doesn't deter the movement of his hips, grinding hard into her, burying his cock deep as he picks up his pace — more, all for her, the girl who has pushed him further than anyone ever has, and even still, he finds himself craving more.
rene leans his weight against her, skin against skin, a low moan against her painted lips as he hits just the right spot, dios — and he can't help the way his fingers, grabbing at the sheets below, catch some of her hair as they curl inward, tug as he tries to steady himself as he fucks her. ) Isabelle, ( he groans — there's no izzy, no mamí or other terms of endearment, just each syllable of her name carried past his lips like a prayer. )
( there's nothing traditional about the two of them—it wasn't as if she was a woman who couldn't appreciate pleasure for what it was, but it's so rare she let herself follow those threads of desire back home, let herself focus on anything other than work, on who she needed to protect. she's not used to only having herself to look after; being selfish wasn't in her nature, despite the way she'll claim his mouth as if against hers is the only place it belongs when it finally finds her, that she'll exhaust herself into him now that she has him, now that he's nestled himself a home between her thighs.
she doesn't have the discipline to keep from wanting him, needing him, hollow of her throat exposed as his fingers tangle within her locks just as they do those sheets, a flare of soft pain amidst the bundle of heat he coils beneath her navel each time he fucks into her. and he doesn't shy from giving her exactly what she'd asked for—mierda the way he rolls his hips to hers, licks into the cave of her mouth as if it were his own, how he's not afraid to challenge her for that control while simultaneously submitting to her.
it's the first time he's said her name, the first time she can put that lilt of an accent twined together with an equally intoxicating tone and she wants nothing more than to hear it again. it sobers her, tears her from that kitten-like mentality and layers a sincerity she hadn't expected in it's place, like an intimacy begging to let itself be shown if they weren't so collectively stubborn. he leaves her mouth all the more blushed as lips part, messy and interrupted, a bit of that tenderness slipping— ) That's good, baby-
( an admission that breaks to a pretty little whine, mouths stumbling together but not quite taking, too distracted by the way she winds her waist up to meet him now with each thrust, shivers at the way abdomens brush, slipping free hand up from that bed to ravel at the nape of his neck. she wants to keep him there, just there, nose to nose, swallowing each other's sounds and chasing each other's pace faster. )
( it's intense, the way she holds him right there, half-moons of her nails just barely pressing into tanned skin at the back of his neck, nose to nose, lips a breath away from one another, rene's dark gaze staring into hers like he'd rather not look at anything else ever again.
his breathing is shallow, heartbeat pounding in his ears as his hips thrust into her, picking up speed, 'cause damn, he just can't help himself when she feels this good, when she moans against his lips and calls him baby and tells him how good he's doing. he likes hearing her like that, voice thick with lust, words that seem to leave her of their own volition.
before he knows it, isabelle is grinding against him, finding that sweet, sweet rhythm of his hips and matches him move for move. that's enough to really make him moan, burying it in another messy kiss, greedy in the way his lips capture hers, the way his hips rock relentlessly against hers, the twisting of desire beneath his navel knotting so tightly he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. )
I'm real fucking close, ( rene breathes, chin tipped upwards so he can try to slow down how fucking lost in her he is, head practically spinning and coherent thought all but vanished. ) You tell me what you need to get there, baby girl, yeah? ( it feels like his words slip out in a jumble, but he's desperate to know, wants her to cling to him and her walls to tighten around him even more, wants her thighs to shake around him and her cry to carry through this whole damn apartment. )
( she can feel it behind the desperation of his hips, the way he starts rocking into her more with fervor than precision, breaths left messily against one another's mouths, and somehow he finds the means of catching one enough to rope her into another searing kiss. it momentarily allows her attention to share not only the way it feels to have him fucking into her, but to revel in the way his mouth tastes alongside it, how it sweetens to the rumbled sound of a groan he hides between her brims.
nails only furl tighter at the nape of his neck, a restless knead to convey what he's stirring within her that not even words, not even moans could—and just as so her opposite hand begins to mirror that clutch, breathily dropping from his arm to quickly find purchase at his side, grazing along to his back just above where calves keep him hitched to her. he steels a moment to himself, letting the senses better equipped to handle her, the way he feels with eyes closed and head craned, giving her the opportune and open canvas of his throat to decorate as she pleases.
she can't help herself, the way she ducks into the crook of his neck, relieves a pierced whimper against his pulse point as she stumbles to stay still enough in order to capture it, suckle a reddened, bruise-like hue to the surface. he asks her what she needs, asks her for her guidance and she's desperately trying to gather herself enough to tell him, show him, so instead she locks hips in a raise at an angle that causes him to brush against the swollen bed of her clit each time he drives forward into her, effect immediately pulling far less shy of a moan from her ribs. ) Just don't stop, cari.
( words are swallowed by a whine, blushed lips dragging across his ear, and it's all she can do to cling to him. try to keep herself grounded to feel the full impact of every collision of hips, every needy chase that grows all the more ragged as those threads that keep them together begin to maddeningly dwindle. a gasp, a testament to how closely she follows behind: ) Don't stop.
( don't stop, isabelle practically begs him, her words whined through sharp gasps and unrestrained moans that carry through the air, intermingle with his own ragged breaths tinged with low groans and the sounds of his hips colliding with her thighs.
don't stop, as if rene could ever be capable of anything else in this moment, thrusting unrelentingly in and out of her, fingers curling tighter into her hair, the sheets as though that may steady himself, as though it may silence the loud moan that rumbles from his throat beneath her lips which lay claim over his skin. hips lift just so, which seems to do just as much for her as it does for him, cock swallowed up whole by her, hitting just the right spot with each rock of his hips.
sensations heighten and thoughts give way to searing white heat, and with a hard thrust into her, rene comes undone, every nerve in his body alight and teeth catching his lip as eyes squeeze shut, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over his body as he rides it out, slower thrusts that gradually still when he thinks he can't take anymore.
there's a shitload of adrenaline in his veins still, a shaky breath exhaled as his eyes blink open, half-lidded as he gazes down at her for a moment, kind of incredulous even as his whole body practically buzzes from the rush of everything. words? feel difficult. but maybe he can try. )
Dios, ( is all that comes out in a huff of breath as he climbs off of her, finally kicks off the jeans and briefs impatiently left half on his body, flops onto his back next to her to try catching his breath, to try willing the sheen of sweat covering his body to evaporate as he stares up at the ceiling. )
( she knows she doesn't have to tell him, knows just as well that no matter how badly she wishes she could draw this out every little thread keeping him intact threatened to be the last, and she was just as quickly behind. it wasn't like most men she'd been to bed with, an insatiable draw to everything about them—the growled husk of his tone through that phone, the first time she'd heard need lace his tongue, his figure, his temperament, but she hasn't the mind to grasp it as it's all out on the line. she's too taken by the pressure welling further and further in that bed just beneath her navel, the sound of their body's meeting and bed shaking in accompaniment.
it's those last few jars that unravel her, causes that well of heat in a bundle between her thighs to rapidly bloom and suspend just there in that sweet high—a final, roughened thrust leaving her to shatter right along with him. the moan that rolls through her mirrors the trembling that takes to her figure, the way limbs desperately clutch to his sides, toes curling there and nails treading his scalp, a hushed, whined pronunciation of his name drifting from her lips again, and again, like it's all she can find.
—it's a daze in which he moves off of her, soft, trembling sigh falling from her lips as he slides out of her, inners still making to clasp around the absence of him, and it's a few prolonged moments until she's able to even relatively come down enough to swallow, a grin taking over that presents itself almost giddily. carefully, she's rolling onto her side to face him, finding a lace through his bicep and planting a wide, gentle bite to the round of his shoulder, humming low in her throat, a delighted sound. )
( the sound of isabelle gasping his name over and over and over again plays on a loop in his head, and rene's pretty damn sure he'd be content for it to stay there.
that was — god, that was fucking mindblowing. the whole lead up — the picture (damn, what a good picture), the subsequent messages and promises made, the feeling of hauling her over his shoulder and the sting of his palm against her skin ... that's all something rene's never done before, never really thought of. this has opened up a whole new side of him that — hell, if it plays out like this did tonight, he's on board.
that feeling of desire — no, that feeling of unadulterated need — has rene feeling a little shaken up in a damn good way.
his gaze lazily drifts over to take in that grin of hers, looking a little mischievous over there. the next thing he knows, there are pearly whites digging into his shoulder, enough to give him a small taste of what it'd feel like if she really wanted to bite him. it's enough, too, to earn her a breath of laughter, turning his head to face her with an accusatory eyebrow raised as he asks, ) You trying to pay me back for how sore you're gonna be tomorrow, mamí?
( even that laugh is enough to ripple through her wantonly, a mere flick of his gaze leaving that blush of heat that'd painted her chest through that dizzying end ever present. it isn't often she finds a counterpart that leveled the grounds, that'd toy a remark at her just as surely as her own sat in waiting at the tip of her tongue—she can't find it within herself to indicate even playfully that she hadn't been quite thoroughly pleased, but that tone of his begs a challenge. )
I wouldn't be nearly as gentle.
( a sultry, bubbled up snicker sweetly greets the space between them before she's pressing up to her knees, inner thighs quivering slightly in supporting even her own weight, still flushed from where his hips had repeatedly driven into her. each of her movements carries a feline grace, only now able to feel the fire that he's left behind along each rosy cheek of her ass, sure to still be kissed a rouge tint from the abuse for days to come. but she'd asked for it, and it only spurs her forward to straddle a single knee over to his opposite side, one hand supporting her while the other draws a single fingertip down along the rivulet at the centre of his chest, his abdomen. ) You talk about tomorrow like you're done for the night, papi.
( a faux look of disappointment, chewing at the inner plush of lower rim pointedly before that touch slowly draws back up, dismissing his skin just long enough to reach back and pull that cropped hoodie from her upper half, tossing it above them to fall unceremoniously to the floor. a tilt of her crown, pressing long waves off to spill to the side as she's leaning back over him, allowing chests to brush and lips to trace his jaw, nipping a bit harsher at it's crook where she leaves behind a breath of a murmur: ) I'm not.
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Date: 2017-10-01 03:29 am (UTC)( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )
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Date: 2017-10-02 04:21 am (UTC)he has no intention of being good for the remainder of the evening, though, now that the seemingly final obstacle has been cleared; the lock clicks, a sound that cuts right through the tension in him. rene is hardly cognizant of his actions as he opens the front door, immediately heads for the stairwell and starts up them, fueled purely by his desires than coherent thinking, phone shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie and quickly forgotten.
third floor, apartment 2A. his fingers, curled into a tight fist, rap against the door, knuckles against painted metal. one, two, three, and that's all it takes. now comes perhaps the most difficult part — the anticipation between the knock and the door opening, and he could practically salivate simply thinking about wait awaits him behind it. )
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Date: 2017-10-02 10:09 pm (UTC)but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
he can get a good and proper look inside. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 12:56 am (UTC)the way rene sees it, he has two options. one, he can grab that ass that taunted him so in the snap that started this whole thing, pull her flush against him and kiss those lips that have all but tormented him in his dreams since that first day he met her, going toe to toe with her at the gym. his adrenaline then pales in comparison to what's taken hold of him so completely right now.
or he could hoist her over his shoulder without a single word, effortless, his arm wrapping tight around her legs to keep them still, show her exactly how this is gonna go down based on their conversation, on promises made, on desires he hardly knew he had within himself, unfulfilled. he knows what he's capable of. he knows what she's capable of.
so that's what he does. one grunt and she's hauled over his shoulder, heart thudding as his eyes adjust to the low light of her apartment, head towards where he can only assume the bedroom lies. a few more steps and the real action can begin. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 01:48 am (UTC)she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:11 am (UTC)instead, his free hand, far too impatient for him to resist any longer what with the thing he desires most quite literally within his gasp, kneads the curve of her ass with his palm, fingers dipping beneath the thin lace that hardly covers her. he thinks he might indulge in what she asked for through text, but for her little comment —
index finger and thumb pinch together, hard enough to leave a faint mark later, though smaller than whatever he'll later inflict upon her, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment before he chides: ) I already told you — I ain't playing around tonight, mama.
( her bedroom, as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment, which suits them in this moment, he thinks. there's no hesitation before he sits on the edge of her bed, repositions her across his lap where she'll surely feel the fruits of her effort, hard and pressing. one hand brushes her hair over her shoulder so he can really look at her, as absolutely fucking gorgeous as he remembers, fingers idly carding through her hair, as slow as the hand that gently caresses both of her ass cheeks, fingers flexing against her skin every now and again, like foreshadowing of what's to come. )
You made me wait a long fucking time, baby girl.
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:34 am (UTC)never has she allowed a man such control. never has she wanted them to have it, use it. just like this. ) Yeah?
So what are you going to do about it, vida?
( he's got her sprawled over his lap, and while she could play up being a good girl for him and keep still, she instead uses her knees at his opposite side to perk her ass up a bit, just enough to give it a teasing sway, glancing over the sharp line of her shoulder to watch the movement herself, the way his large palm kneads against supple flesh. lips roll together, hues flitting sharply up to his beneath sooty, thick lashes, smirk pulling back to reveal the white of her teeth. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:55 am (UTC)or, he could go for so much more, eyes dark as they hone in on the tantalizing sway of her hips beneath his palm, gaze raking over the curvature of her spine until it meets gray fabric, over her perfect smirk. she knows all too well what she's doing, knows how to get what she wants. who is he to deny her? )
Teach you why you should never do that again. ( his touch is still relatively light against her, more exploratory than anything. rene takes a deep breath, exhales slowly for a moment. ) Mi niña mala...
( there's a short tutting sound that escapes him, and then he finally indulges her, palm lifting so he can spank her for the first time, feeling the sting of it linger even after it settles against her skin again, caresses over what's surely a reddened handprint as though to soothe. god damn, that felt good.
it doesn't matter if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait or else he'll have to punish her for it, or if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait because of how good it'll feel when she indulges him; he's pretty damn sure he'll get his point across. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 03:15 am (UTC)so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?
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Date: 2017-10-03 03:31 am (UTC)'Cause I know how bad you want this — ( another spank, firm as the last, but against her other cheek, the sting of it seeming to course right through him. the way she flinches when he does it, her whole body squirming against his lap, makes how bad he fucking wants her hard to ignore.
rene, for once in his life, doesn't wanna rush this, though, despite every fiber of his being practically screaming at him to drop her against the bed, bury himself between her thighs. no, no, he has to sate himself another way; another spank, because apparently he's feeling generous, and without warning, his fingers delve between those thighs, brush rough against lace that's warm, practically soaked with her sheer need for him. it elicits a groan from him, not bothering to try hiding it. god, she is so fucking hot.
his fingers curl around that thin piece of lace, his hand sliding back upwards and pulling her panties taut against her, bunched fabric tight between those beautiful cheeks, to give her the sensation of it and greedily, to expose more of her skin to him; he'll remove them when he's good and ready, or else he's a goner. ) Dios, mami. You're something else.
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Date: 2017-10-03 04:18 pm (UTC)this time when a hit lands to her bottom, there's a hitch of a breath inward, held at the roof of her mouth with a press of tongue, finally letting lids fall closed to a heavenward roll. he's precise with every slap, how he tucks two digits beneath that laced layer to pull taut against the bundle of her clit, graze against the heat of her, and she can't help but to rock herself into it. it wasn't usual for her to have a man strut into her home, toss her over their shoulder and have her over their knee in so short a span of time, but there's a devilish temptation that comes with him, cruel to resist, and she doesn't want to anymore.
she's been good long enough; cadelle could serve as some sort of the reprieve she needed. teeth drain that vixen-red color from her lips as they snatch down, hair a thick spill of waves along one side of her neck, palms keeping her in place causing fabric of that cropped hoodie to rise, plentiful breasts brushing against her comforter. ) You look like you could use a little attention.
( a suggestive clip, reaching a single hand between them to deftly make work of his jeans' fastening, arch of her spine accentuating all the further to give herself proper room to do so. her bottom already boasts a rosy hue— while she can give him some bite of control, it wasn't in the lightwood way not to find some sort of means to get ahead. rounded tip of nails trails beneath his navel, giving a snap to his briefs. ) What it is you want, hermoso?
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Date: 2017-10-03 05:06 pm (UTC)he wants her so bad that it hurts, cock aching with desire as it presses against the confines of his jeans, and he knows that izzy knows it; she'd virtually had him to this point before he'd pulled the hoodie over his head and stormed outside, switching from hastily typed words to a breathy voice in his ear.
she knows. it's why her hand dares to slip between their bodies, graze over his thigh until it can undo the button of his jeans, tug the zipper down to reveal the waistband of his briefs, taught against carved hip bones. the drag of fingernails beneath his navel makes him groan, his own hand giving her ass a squeeze as though it's the only thing he could possibly hold onto in this moment to steady himself.
he's surprised he can hear her question over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the sting of the waistband snapping against his skin. ) I want to be inside of you, ( comes his low reply through gritted teeth. with a steadying breath, his eyes blink open, gaze dark as it takes in the sight of her over his knee, the peek of rounded breasts beneath her cropped hoodie, the arch of her back, the lingering swell of red over her curved bottom. he feels as though he may burst, too much pent up inside of him. ) Do you think you deserve that, baby girl? ( another spank, this one no lighter, followed by a matching one to the other cheek, before his palm smooths over her skin again, massages slow and deep. another comment that sounds like a challenge, a dare: ) You tell me, since you're so damn mouthy.
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Date: 2017-10-03 06:28 pm (UTC)his admission rewards him with a breath of a mew, startled to a gasp as his palm strikes her again, one to each cheek—shoulder blades pinch together, crown tipping back to leave locks spilling over her spine, stolen for the moment at that heated lick of pain that runs through her. she’ll be sore tomorrow, there’s no denying it, and while she has an easy means of healing the abused area over, she just might enjoy feeling him every time she sits, like a lingering punishment. )
Someone deserves a reward for this, no? ( a huff of a reply while she gathers a steadier tone, unable to keep herself still against him, to keep from pressing against that pull of fabric, chasing any means of friction she can find whether she’s given body permission or not. a moan laces it’s way through pressed lips, left in a slight part. she’s not shy to drag the heart of her palm down further along his briefs, rubbing its heel along the line of him, thick and hard and all because of her. ) But I don’t think it matters. ‘Cause you need it.
( a daring grab of his cock through that cotton, dampened near the swell of his tip. ) Don’t you, cari?
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Date: 2017-10-03 07:23 pm (UTC)if he were, perhaps he'd wrap his free hand around her wrist, snatch it away and pin it against the bed, really give her a spanking for touching him without permission, for trying to take matters into her own hands when he's clearly the one in charge here. he'd bark some equally mouthy retort
his self-control levels are certainly not at an expert level. instead, he can only let out a sharp breath, tip his head back and let deft fingers curl around him, an agonizing layer of cotton between them, his cock twitching in response to her touch, precome leaking from the head. teeth catch his lower lip, suppress a moan, a desperate plea for more as though he's not the one in charge here.
— wait, but he is. rene's response isn't verbal, is merely the meeting of his sharp gaze with hers. fuck it.
there isn't a shred of gentleness with how he practically manhandles her yet again, scoops her up and drops her onto her back on the bed. nails drag against the soft skin at her hips as he yanks those dampened panties off of her, tossed to the floor somewhere, and he doesn't even have the patience to do anything more than gruffly pull his jeans and briefs down over his ass, crawl over her and guide his cock inside of her and it's —
fuck, she's so good, so wet because of him, warm and tight as she accommodates him, his hipbones pressed against her as she fully takes him, a moaned out, ) Fuck, mami —
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Date: 2017-10-03 10:12 pm (UTC)there wasn't anything between them that demanded they take their time, play up any set of morals or boundaries of respect—she'd been clear on her intentions upon her invitation, and so there isn't any guilt. any shame to the way she hastily makes purchase with nails at the lower of his back, slipping beneath the thick cotton of his own hoodie to clasp onto him as he grabs the base of his cock and aligns himself, fills and stretches her with a single, full stroke. )
Se siente rico— ( natural tongue finds her, words stumbling from her lips in a rushed pant, velveteen walls giving a gratified clasp around his width, trying desperately to adjust. a swallowed back whimper, giving him no choice but to aid her in tugging that upper layer of his up and off of his frame, revealing an array of scars amidst ridges of definition, marveling both of her palms appreciatively along each plane of his chest. another time she'd map them with her lips, a trace of fingertips, right now all she can think about is the way she practically pulses around him, finding his eyes in the dark of that bedroom with a kindred hunger.
thick, creamy canvas of her thighs find each side of him, using her calve against his bottom to give a last little pull of his hips, assuring he's jarred into her as far as possible. )
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Date: 2017-10-04 03:08 am (UTC)his eyes practically roll into the back of his head with pleasure as she takes him to the hilt, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment while he just savors this feeling, this oh-so-prevalent feeling of satisfaction.
her voice is music to his ears, spilling past reddened lips, and his senses are far too overloaded to fight the tug of his sweatshirt over his head, left hanging somewhere on the edge of the bed — a godsend, considering the sheen of sweat coating his skin once it's gone. rene will do the same in time, surely, but for now, there are other matters at hand, pressing in a way that renders everything else unimportant.
slowly, slowly, rene arcs his hips backwards, cock sliding with ease from within her until only the head remains, and then he grinds back into her, fingers curling into the sheets on either side of isabelle's head. it's an agonizingly slow pace that he's setting, but he knows that it won't last long with how tight she is around him, how far she's driven him with her words and very little touch.
his face remains just above, lips a breath away from hers — hell, he can feel each and every pant that passes her lips, can practically taste the sound of her whimper — and he murmurs, voice strained, ) Tú bien, cariña?
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Date: 2017-10-04 10:11 pm (UTC)Si, papi— ( breathless- there's some part of her, dazed and distant that processes his words, eventually finds a means of putting thought to tongue and tongue to words when it can barely wrap itself around a breath that isn't ragged, too caught up in how good it felt—the way he stretches her out, how fluently he grinds his hips to hers to ensure he hits right to that sensitive spot at her limits, giving in to something she's needed for far too long.
one hand's raveled itself agains his forearm just beside her, some means to ground herself, a thin layer of sweat like dew left sheen across her temples, and when wide eyes flutter open again they're fixed to his, studying the way pleasure twitches at his mouth, lids at half mast.
crown tips in order to grab at his fuller lip, suck it gently between the plush of her own brims before giving him a taste of teeth, sharp and sweet in the bite that's left behind, and once more that competitive glint arises. ) More.
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Date: 2017-10-04 11:55 pm (UTC)it's now that he realizes that he hasn't just straight up kissed her yet, and that shit ain't gonna fly. no, his lips crash hard against hers, a little messy, definitely a little dirty, tongue licking into her mouth as his lips part against hers.
this doesn't deter the movement of his hips, grinding hard into her, burying his cock deep as he picks up his pace — more, all for her, the girl who has pushed him further than anyone ever has, and even still, he finds himself craving more.
rene leans his weight against her, skin against skin, a low moan against her painted lips as he hits just the right spot, dios — and he can't help the way his fingers, grabbing at the sheets below, catch some of her hair as they curl inward, tug as he tries to steady himself as he fucks her. ) Isabelle, ( he groans — there's no izzy, no mamí or other terms of endearment, just each syllable of her name carried past his lips like a prayer. )
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Date: 2017-10-05 12:48 am (UTC)she doesn't have the discipline to keep from wanting him, needing him, hollow of her throat exposed as his fingers tangle within her locks just as they do those sheets, a flare of soft pain amidst the bundle of heat he coils beneath her navel each time he fucks into her. and he doesn't shy from giving her exactly what she'd asked for—mierda the way he rolls his hips to hers, licks into the cave of her mouth as if it were his own, how he's not afraid to challenge her for that control while simultaneously submitting to her.
it's the first time he's said her name, the first time she can put that lilt of an accent twined together with an equally intoxicating tone and she wants nothing more than to hear it again. it sobers her, tears her from that kitten-like mentality and layers a sincerity she hadn't expected in it's place, like an intimacy begging to let itself be shown if they weren't so collectively stubborn. he leaves her mouth all the more blushed as lips part, messy and interrupted, a bit of that tenderness slipping— ) That's good, baby-
( an admission that breaks to a pretty little whine, mouths stumbling together but not quite taking, too distracted by the way she winds her waist up to meet him now with each thrust, shivers at the way abdomens brush, slipping free hand up from that bed to ravel at the nape of his neck. she wants to keep him there, just there, nose to nose, swallowing each other's sounds and chasing each other's pace faster. )
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Date: 2017-10-07 01:30 am (UTC)his breathing is shallow, heartbeat pounding in his ears as his hips thrust into her, picking up speed, 'cause damn, he just can't help himself when she feels this good, when she moans against his lips and calls him baby and tells him how good he's doing. he likes hearing her like that, voice thick with lust, words that seem to leave her of their own volition.
before he knows it, isabelle is grinding against him, finding that sweet, sweet rhythm of his hips and matches him move for move. that's enough to really make him moan, burying it in another messy kiss, greedy in the way his lips capture hers, the way his hips rock relentlessly against hers, the twisting of desire beneath his navel knotting so tightly he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. )
I'm real fucking close, ( rene breathes, chin tipped upwards so he can try to slow down how fucking lost in her he is, head practically spinning and coherent thought all but vanished. ) You tell me what you need to get there, baby girl, yeah? ( it feels like his words slip out in a jumble, but he's desperate to know, wants her to cling to him and her walls to tighten around him even more, wants her thighs to shake around him and her cry to carry through this whole damn apartment. )
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Date: 2017-10-07 04:56 pm (UTC)nails only furl tighter at the nape of his neck, a restless knead to convey what he's stirring within her that not even words, not even moans could—and just as so her opposite hand begins to mirror that clutch, breathily dropping from his arm to quickly find purchase at his side, grazing along to his back just above where calves keep him hitched to her. he steels a moment to himself, letting the senses better equipped to handle her, the way he feels with eyes closed and head craned, giving her the opportune and open canvas of his throat to decorate as she pleases.
she can't help herself, the way she ducks into the crook of his neck, relieves a pierced whimper against his pulse point as she stumbles to stay still enough in order to capture it, suckle a reddened, bruise-like hue to the surface. he asks her what she needs, asks her for her guidance and she's desperately trying to gather herself enough to tell him, show him, so instead she locks hips in a raise at an angle that causes him to brush against the swollen bed of her clit each time he drives forward into her, effect immediately pulling far less shy of a moan from her ribs. ) Just don't stop, cari.
( words are swallowed by a whine, blushed lips dragging across his ear, and it's all she can do to cling to him. try to keep herself grounded to feel the full impact of every collision of hips, every needy chase that grows all the more ragged as those threads that keep them together begin to maddeningly dwindle. a gasp, a testament to how closely she follows behind: ) Don't stop.
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Date: 2017-10-18 05:08 pm (UTC)don't stop, as if rene could ever be capable of anything else in this moment, thrusting unrelentingly in and out of her, fingers curling tighter into her hair, the sheets as though that may steady himself, as though it may silence the loud moan that rumbles from his throat beneath her lips which lay claim over his skin. hips lift just so, which seems to do just as much for her as it does for him, cock swallowed up whole by her, hitting just the right spot with each rock of his hips.
sensations heighten and thoughts give way to searing white heat, and with a hard thrust into her, rene comes undone, every nerve in his body alight and teeth catching his lip as eyes squeeze shut, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over his body as he rides it out, slower thrusts that gradually still when he thinks he can't take anymore.
there's a shitload of adrenaline in his veins still, a shaky breath exhaled as his eyes blink open, half-lidded as he gazes down at her for a moment, kind of incredulous even as his whole body practically buzzes from the rush of everything. words? feel difficult. but maybe he can try. )
Dios, ( is all that comes out in a huff of breath as he climbs off of her, finally kicks off the jeans and briefs impatiently left half on his body, flops onto his back next to her to try catching his breath, to try willing the sheen of sweat covering his body to evaporate as he stares up at the ceiling. )
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Date: 2017-10-18 10:02 pm (UTC)it's those last few jars that unravel her, causes that well of heat in a bundle between her thighs to rapidly bloom and suspend just there in that sweet high—a final, roughened thrust leaving her to shatter right along with him. the moan that rolls through her mirrors the trembling that takes to her figure, the way limbs desperately clutch to his sides, toes curling there and nails treading his scalp, a hushed, whined pronunciation of his name drifting from her lips again, and again, like it's all she can find.
—it's a daze in which he moves off of her, soft, trembling sigh falling from her lips as he slides out of her, inners still making to clasp around the absence of him, and it's a few prolonged moments until she's able to even relatively come down enough to swallow, a grin taking over that presents itself almost giddily. carefully, she's rolling onto her side to face him, finding a lace through his bicep and planting a wide, gentle bite to the round of his shoulder, humming low in her throat, a delighted sound. )
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Date: 2017-10-18 10:42 pm (UTC)that was — god, that was fucking mindblowing. the whole lead up — the picture (damn, what a good picture), the subsequent messages and promises made, the feeling of hauling her over his shoulder and the sting of his palm against her skin ... that's all something rene's never done before, never really thought of. this has opened up a whole new side of him that — hell, if it plays out like this did tonight, he's on board.
that feeling of desire — no, that feeling of unadulterated need — has rene feeling a little shaken up in a damn good way.
his gaze lazily drifts over to take in that grin of hers, looking a little mischievous over there. the next thing he knows, there are pearly whites digging into his shoulder, enough to give him a small taste of what it'd feel like if she really wanted to bite him. it's enough, too, to earn her a breath of laughter, turning his head to face her with an accusatory eyebrow raised as he asks, ) You trying to pay me back for how sore you're gonna be tomorrow, mamí?
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Date: 2017-10-18 11:06 pm (UTC)I wouldn't be nearly as gentle.
( a sultry, bubbled up snicker sweetly greets the space between them before she's pressing up to her knees, inner thighs quivering slightly in supporting even her own weight, still flushed from where his hips had repeatedly driven into her. each of her movements carries a feline grace, only now able to feel the fire that he's left behind along each rosy cheek of her ass, sure to still be kissed a rouge tint from the abuse for days to come. but she'd asked for it, and it only spurs her forward to straddle a single knee over to his opposite side, one hand supporting her while the other draws a single fingertip down along the rivulet at the centre of his chest, his abdomen. ) You talk about tomorrow like you're done for the night, papi.
( a faux look of disappointment, chewing at the inner plush of lower rim pointedly before that touch slowly draws back up, dismissing his skin just long enough to reach back and pull that cropped hoodie from her upper half, tossing it above them to fall unceremoniously to the floor. a tilt of her crown, pressing long waves off to spill to the side as she's leaning back over him, allowing chests to brush and lips to trace his jaw, nipping a bit harsher at it's crook where she leaves behind a breath of a murmur: ) I'm not.
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