Date: 2011-11-29 06:30 am (UTC)
ext_1013018: (Wanna make out?)
"Baby." She lets out this breathless little moan against his skin when he calls her that, but it's cut off by a squeal and a winded giggle (don't worry, Puckerman, she's not laughing at you.) when he flips them and she wraps her arms around his shoulders, hooking her ankles together at the base of his back as he starts up this furious rhythm. And Rachel knows she's loud but she can't even bring herself to care right now, her short nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as he pounds into her. She recognizes the rawness in her throat before she realizes she's she's screaming, the jersey sticking to her skin with sweat.

She lets go of him long enough to sit up on her elbows and tug it off, but she drops it against the pillow next to her when he catches her g-spot from that new angle and she drops back, back arching, hands pushing sweaty strands away from her face as he fucks her. "Noah...Noah, I'm gonna come-" and she's trying to warn him, really, but she doesn't realize how close she is until she says that and her thighs tense, squeezing tight against his hips as she bucks hers once, twice, then loses it, her whole tiny frame shaking as she falls apart underneath him.
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