"If you don't wanna use lube," he suggests mischievously - as lightly as he can with her fingers wrapped around him - "you could put me inside you, use some of you. You're so wet, babe," but, before she can do that, she rolls onto her back and fumbles in the drawer for the berry-flavored lube [he can smell it from where he lies, close to her, and he arches his back and nuzzles against her cheek, thrusting his hips against her hand. The slide of his length in her fist is easier now, and his jaw goes slack, a moan slipping from his lips accompanied by a gasp of her name as his eyes close briefly.
At her request [and because he, too, is having trouble maintaining concentration; girl is fucking phenomenal at handjobs, and he's pretty sure that she's going to have to wait for hers unless she wants to ride his face after this], his hand goes limp, resting against one thigh because he doesn't have the necessary brain power to move his hand right now. "Baby," he moans, rolling his hips, wriggling close to her so that his slick length bumps against her stomach, moving closer so that it's pinned between their bodies, and he pulls his hand from between her thighs to lift her knee over his hip with wet fingers. "So fucking good at this, gonna make me come, Rach. Wanna come, baby. Where... show me where." They have a few options, which either involve doing laundry, or throwing tissues or baby wipes in the trash, or showering together afterward. He tilts his head, kissing her messily and blindly, his lips skidding over the corner of her mouth and cheek. "So fucking good," he praises, rolling his hips against her hands again. "So close."
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Date: 2011-11-16 06:16 am (UTC)At her request [and because he, too, is having trouble maintaining concentration; girl is fucking phenomenal at handjobs, and he's pretty sure that she's going to have to wait for hers unless she wants to ride his face after this], his hand goes limp, resting against one thigh because he doesn't have the necessary brain power to move his hand right now. "Baby," he moans, rolling his hips, wriggling close to her so that his slick length bumps against her stomach, moving closer so that it's pinned between their bodies, and he pulls his hand from between her thighs to lift her knee over his hip with wet fingers. "So fucking good at this, gonna make me come, Rach. Wanna come, baby. Where... show me where." They have a few options, which either involve doing laundry, or throwing tissues or baby wipes in the trash, or showering together afterward. He tilts his head, kissing her messily and blindly, his lips skidding over the corner of her mouth and cheek. "So fucking good," he praises, rolling his hips against her hands again. "So close."