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He pinned her down, smiling a little before he kissed her. His hands were on her wrists, holding her against the sheets. His knees were on either side of her, and a big lump was straining against his partially unzipped jeans. She lifted up her pelvis to rub against him, their jeans making a seemingly loud sound as they ground together. His lips, warm and moist from her mouth, trailed a line of kisses from the corner of her lips, to her chin, her neck, and known to her collarbone. He kissed along her shoulder until he got to the purple elastic of her bra strap. Smiling, he snapped it with his teeth, watching her grin and bite her lip. He took his right hand from her wrist; she didn't move her hand. She watched him with heavily lidded eyes. He slipped his fingers under the soft cup of her bra and lightly squeezed her breast, earning a small gasp from her. He smiled with half of his mouth and resituated his hand to gently pinch her nipple. She exhaled slowly as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She whispered his name as he slowly moved down her abdomen to the button of her pants. He removed his left hand from her wrist and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Just then, her hands tangled in his hair and pulled him up to her again she captured his lips, biting and sucking, eliciting gasps and slow moans from her partner. His hand was soon sliding down towards her core again, and soon his fingers had breached the thin resistance of her underwear and were stroking her hot wetness. She arched her pelvis towards his reaching fingers as her own hands scrambled to remove his pants. Soon he was in her hands, hot, throbbing, ready. She gently rubbed up and down, from base to tip, her fingers dancing, sending licks of hot fire through him. He pushed his finger into her one last time before ripping her jeans all the way off.

She felt him resting against her, ready to enter her. She didn't make a move, just looked into his blue eyes. He smiled a cocky half-smile, revealing a canine. He settled into her, watching her face carefully. She fought to keep still, while inside, she was burning, wanting him badly. She bit her lip and gave him a burning look. He thrust into her hard, squeezing her hips with his hands. She rocked back, her breasts jumping with every subsequent thrust. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, loving the feeling of him inside her, the way they fit together so well. When she opened her eyes and looked into his face, he had his tongue pressed between his teeth, clearly enjoying himself. Her eyes traveled down to his sculpted shoulders and biceps, his abs rippling with every plunge. A small sound escaped her lips as he buried himself to the hilt, increasing in octave slowly until he became faster, more violent, until she could take no more and she was driven over the sweet precipice of orgasm, clutching the edges of the bed, and clutching him with delicate muscles. Seconds later, he let out a series of guttural grunts, then, after a couple more, slower thrusts, fell, breathing heavily beside his partner, his arms askew and his eyes on the ceiling as he fought to regain his breath.

She turned her head to look at him, one hand on her stomach and the other resting on the bunched up sheets above her head. She exhaled slowly through pursed lips, and then smiled up at the white popcorn designs above her.

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He pinned her down, smiling a little before he kissed her. His hands were on her wrists, holding her against the sheets. His knees were on either side of her, and a big lump was straining against his partially unzipped jeans. She lifted up her pelvis to rub against him, their jeans making a seemingly loud sound as they ground together. His lips, warm and moist from her mouth, trailed a line of kisses from the corner of her lips, to her chin, her neck, and known to her collarbone. He kissed along her shoulder until he got to the purple elastic of her bra strap. Smiling, he snapped it with his teeth, watching her grin and bite her lip. He took his right hand from her wrist; she didn't move her hand. She watched him with heavily lidded eyes. He slipped his fingers under the soft cup of her bra and lightly squeezed her breast, earning a small gasp from her. He smiled with half of his mouth and resituated his hand to gently pinch her nipple. She exhaled slowly as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She whispered his name as he slowly moved down her abdomen to the button of her pants. He removed his left hand from her wrist and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Just then, her hands tangled in his hair and pulled him up to her again she captured his lips, biting and sucking, eliciting gasps and slow moans from her partner. His hand was soon sliding down towards her core again, and soon his fingers had breached the thin resistance of her underwear and were stroking her hot wetness. She arched her pelvis towards his reaching fingers as her own hands scrambled to remove his pants. Soon he was in her hands, hot, throbbing, ready. She gently rubbed up and down, from base to tip, her fingers dancing, sending licks of hot fire through him. He pushed his finger into her one last time before ripping her jeans all the way off.

She felt him resting against her, ready to enter her. She didn't make a move, just looked into his blue eyes. He smiled a cocky half-smile, revealing a canine. He settled into her, watching her face carefully. She fought to keep still, while inside, she was burning, wanting him badly. She bit her lip and gave him a burning look. He thrust into her hard, squeezing her hips with his hands. She rocked back, her breasts jumping with every subsequent thrust. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, loving the feeling of him inside her, the way they fit together so well. When she opened her eyes and looked into his face, he had his tongue pressed between his teeth, clearly enjoying himself. Her eyes traveled down to his sculpted shoulders and biceps, his abs rippling with every plunge. A small sound escaped her lips as he buried himself to the hilt, increasing in octave slowly until he became faster, more violent, until she could take no more and she was driven over the sweet precipice of orgasm, clutching the edges of the bed, and clutching him with delicate muscles. Seconds later, he let out a series of guttural grunts, then, after a couple more, slower thrusts, fell, breathing heavily beside his partner, his arms askew and his eyes on the ceiling as he fought to regain his breath.

She turned her head to look at him, one hand on her stomach and the other resting on the bunched up sheets above her head. She exhaled slowly through pursed lips, and then smiled up at the white popcorn designs above her.