You have to promise not to abuse that power. [Karen almost manages to caution him seriously, though the effect is somewhat ruined when she trails off into a laugh.] Especially if they're that brag-worthy. [It really is the perfect solution to pull her away from a case, especially once she's several days deep into her research. It's usually around day three that she really starts losing track of things like 'time' and 'eating regular meals.' It'll be hard to resist the promise of perfect homemade chilaquiles. Getting to see him at the same time feels like it will be a pretty significant bonus too.]
I was hoping you wouldn't hold me to answering that question too. Movies are a little easier than music, at least. [By a very, very small margin. She's going to have to do a mental review of her all time favorites as well. And will doubtlessly realize in the process that it's been years since she's set foot in a movie theater.
And he is far too distracting for her own good. The sound he makes when her lips press against his jaw only serves to encourage her further. She's already lost track of the movie, her attention instead diverted between the feeling of his hand on her hip, the warmth of the skin under her lips. She's making a slow trail back towards his ear, and when she hears the way his voice has gone husky again, her teeth catch his earlobe to give it a light, teasing tug. She rolls onto her side, leaning closer in against him. One hand rests on his stomach and runs slowly up to his chest as she murmurs against his ear,] you are a...really tempting distraction from this classic movie.
[ He'd started to lose track of the movie the moment his hand began to wander across that small sliver of bare skin, but now he is completely unaware of it - the only thing he's focused on is the path of her lips as they slowly make their way toward his ear. When she gives his lobe a slight tug with her teeth there's a noticeable rise of goosebumps across his skin, his pulse practically sky-rocketing in response. He swallows, letting out a slow exhale when she leans in and moves her hand along his stomach and chest.
It feels like the wiring of his body is just particularly sensitive for some reason, maybe it's the atmosphere - quiet, intimate, no distractions but the two of them. Or maybe it's just her. Her, and all the built up anticipation from before combining with this moment as well. ]
Good thing we've both seen it already. [ His response is in the same low tone, a quick flicker of a grin across his face as he shifts for a brief moment to reach toward the foot of the bed and turn the tablet off. Technically he could have paused it, but he knows himself well enough to know that he has no intention of shifting his focus back to a movie after the direction things have begun to take. He'd much rather keep touching her, and feeling her hands on him.
He settles back against the pillows, and pulls her close the way she had been - on her side and leaning into him as he reaches for her, drawing her closer so he can capture her lips in a slow, heated kiss. His hand wanders further beneath the hem of her shirt, skimming over her stomach and sliding upward, thumb brushing along the underside of her bra. And it's then that he breaks from the kiss to murmur, soft and eagerly against her lips - ] I want to feel more of your skin against mine. [ He kisses her once more, before pulling away just enough to tug his shirt up and off his chest, discarding it off the side of the bed as he pauses a moment; waiting to see if she'll be comfortable doing the same. Either way, he's more than warm enough to not be wearing it right now. Especially if it means feeling her hands against his skin without the barrier of fabric in the way. ]
You make a compelling counterpoint. [Karen admits when he points out they've both already seen the movie. He's really good at that. Or maybe it's just being compelling in general. Like she'd told him earlier, she's not someone that has a particular timeline for intimacy in her head. But she does usually have self discipline in spades. It's part of the determination that makes her so formidable as a PI. And yet there's just something about him that keeps pulling her in. It's not often that she feels like she clicks with someone so immediately, but there's an undeniably appealing spark of something there.
When he settles back after turning off the tablet, she doesn't need any encouragement to lean back into him. Her arm curls around him as she indulges in that kiss and the way it's making the warmth between them steadily climb again. Her fingertips trail down along the side of his neck and over his shoulder, and there's no hiding the shiver that skates through her skin again, chasing the path of his fingers up to the band of her bra in the front.
She can't help but chuckle a little at his words, smiling against his mouth as she presses another kiss there.] Unreasonably hot, [she murmurs in return, as a call back to what she'd said earlier. Her hand runs up along his side as she watches him peel his shirt off, feeling the warmth of his skin under her hand. She appreciates the confidence in his gesture, after that earlier hesitation about his scars. The way her eyes wander over him make it clear that he makes a very appealing picture.
And she can't resist moving back in, kissing her way down from his jaw and neck, her lips lingering with warm intention against his skin. She drops a final kiss on his shoulder before tugging her shirt off, and the smile is back as she tosses it off the side of the bed. She leans back up against him, feeling acutely aware of all the places his skin is pressed against hers. Her lips brush against his, her voice low and warmly teasing.] Looks like we both might be full of good ideas.
[ There's a satisfied grin and a breath of a chuckle when she calls him 'unreasonably hot', enjoying that more than he probably should. And while he may have felt a second's worth of wondering what her reaction to seeing his scars in full might be; that's chased away almost immediately when he sees the look on her face. Fortunately, he doesn't have anything to worry about there. There's no slightly pained expression (what he's used to seeing), she's just checking him out - and he does not mind in the slightest.
When her lips travel down along his jaw and neck, warm against his skin, it's a wonderful sort of tease of sensation just before she pulls back to tug her shirt off. Joaquin is pretty shameless by nature, and the way his eyes roam over her after she tosses the shirt to the side is nothing short of shamelessly appreciative.
His arms wrap around her with a hum of approval as the heat and softness of her skin presses against his. That brush of her lips has him chasing after her mouth, managing to utter - ] You are fucking gorgeous, [ just before capturing her lips in a kiss. One that takes very little time before it becomes more heated, his fingers resting beneath her chin while his other hand presses flat against the small of her back, fingers splayed. With a brush of his tongue against her lower lip, he deepens the kiss with a low, eager sound.
Kissing her like this is just more fuel to the fire; he feels every inch of where his skin is connected to hers, and he's greedy for even more. After a few, slow moments of just leaning into the passion building from that kiss, his fingers bump up against the band of her bra, very much wanting to unfasten and take it off, but first asking (just to be sure) - ] This okay? [ He pauses with his fingers at the hooks, his mouth still hovering close to hers, his breathing a little quicker now. ]
[There might come a time that she'll want to get a look at his scars in another light. With a different type of intimacy. Karen has more compassion than she knows what to do with on most days. She's familiar enough with the different shapes scars can take that the reveal might not cause her to look pained. But she is interested in making sure that he's able to take care of his skin. That they aren't uncomfortable, or tight in the way that burns can feel when they're still newish. For now, she's content to let her mouth and her hands trail over him without hesitation, lavishing that attention anywhere she can reach.
The way his gaze takes her in once her shirt is off is just unfairly distracting. She can feel that swoop in her stomach again, equal parts heat and attraction and affection. He calls her fucking gorgeous and she hums a soft, content sound into his mouth as she kisses him with languid intention, trying to wordlessly pour her interest and desire into him. Her fingers curl gently into his hair while her other hand trails slowly up and down his back. The press of her fingertips there on his skin is warm and meandering, though she lets her nails ghost along the same path every so often, feather light.
She can feel the press of his fingers near where her bra fastens shut, and she can't help but close what little gap remains between them. The side of her foot brushes against the side of his shin, and then she lets her leg drape over his, bringing their hips tantalizingly close together. His question is met with a shaky inhalation, and her eyes meet his as she lets out a breath of a laugh.] I'm going to if you don't. [Her voice is quiet, but there's a playful hint of a challenge in it as she unwinds her arms from around him so she can pull them through the straps of her bra.]
[ Everything she gives into the kiss he takes greedily from her, giving back his own expression of interest, raw desire, and affection as well. It's significantly more intense than their previous kisses, there's an undercurrent of longing that he doesn't bother trying to conceal; as if he can't get enough of her.
Her fingertips roaming his skin send little shivers of anticipation through him, particularly when her nails scrape barely there paths along the surface - pulling a breathy sort of groan from him when their lips part for the briefest of moments. When she drapes her leg over his, he's quick to wrap a hand around her thigh, squeezing tight as his hips instinctively press forward to meet with hers. With her body flush against him like this, his heartbeat thuds against his chest and he feels almost dizzy with how much he wants her. They're not just playing with fire at this point, it's a full on blaze that only increases with each touch.
Her response to his question draws a huff of a chuckle from him, and he needs no further encouragement than that; with a quick twist of his fingers he's got the fastening undone. Once it's off he pulls her tight against his chest, a low sound leaving his lips as he kisses her again; that skin against skin rush hits him all over, a faint tremble of pleasure passing through his body as his lips begin to travel down her jaw and to her neck.
When he finds the flutter of her pulse point, he breathes her name against her skin - reverent and eager. The hand gripping her thigh slides upward, a slow drag from thigh to hip, caressing the dip of her waist and up until his palm cups her breast; thumb brushing feather light across her nipple. ]
[Karen's going to find it really hard to peel herself away from him. It seems like an impossible feat, with the urgency behind that kiss. This has definitely gone far beyond playing with matches.
She likes the little shivers she can feel rippling after the path of her hands almost as much as she likes the confident way his hand trails from her thigh up to her breast. Her fingertips press more firmly against his back, and she can't help but arch her hips, rubbing herself up against him in a way that makes her breath catch in her throat. All of her nerve endings feel like they're alight and sensitive, like she's too conscious of everywhere she can feel his hands and body and mouth. Her pulse is hammering quickly, and there's a deeper pink flush settling in to her skin.
When he exhales her name, she makes a low hum of acknowledgement, and she lets her hand dip further down. The tips of her fingers trail lightly against his skin, just along the inside of his waistband, tracing a line across his back and around his hip. Almost like she's questioning if that's an okay step to take. Her other hand curls in his hair, fingertips rubbing against his scalp, as she lets out a shaky breath. All she can seem to focus on is him, which is a real feat for a woman that usually has about a hundred things running through her mind at once. Her voice is a low, appreciative murmur as she says,] God, you're amazing. [Not just for the extremely distracting and promising making out and what it seems to be leading toward, but just - for showing up exactly as himself. He's so genuinely and unabashedly himself in a way she can't help but appreciate.]
[ He doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of seeing the way that flush spreads across her skin, it just makes him want to kiss every inch of her; and the way she reacts by arching her hips against his has him groaning against her neck - a heady spark of arousal traveling along every nerve ending. He nips against her skin lightly, hips pressing against hers in encouragement as his thumb rolls across her nipple, more pressure this time, exploring what she likes best based on her responses.
The combination of her hand buried in his hair, while the other teases slowly along the waistband of his pants is driving him more than a little crazy; his breathing ragged as he drags his mouth from her neck down along her collarbone. His hips shift a little closer to her, eager to feel her touch and not shy about it either. Her skin feels noticeably warmer beneath his lips, that flush of color having brought heat along with it; and he murmurs a hum at her words, half a smile forming across his lips as he continues to kiss a path across her collarbones, dipping lower. ]
You're incredible. [ It's a half formed whisper, something beyond just desire in his tone then - like he's having a hard time believing any of this isn't just a really vivid, really amazing dream that he's about to wake up from. But the warmth and softness of her body against his, beneath his mouth and his touch is a constant reminder that it's not actually a dream. She's real, and he's just very lucky to have met her - like he'd said before. Everything about her was intriguing to him, like a bunch of puzzle pieces he couldn't wait to figure out how each fit together, and right now he's just lost to how amazing it feels to give a physical expression to that particular feeling. ]
[She is really enjoying finding different ways to make him groan like that. The sweep of his breath against her skin that comes with it is intoxicating. The way his teeth gently nip her skin while his thumb rolls across her nipple more deliberately causes her fingers to press more firmly into her skin as she draws in a shaky breath. Her head turns so she can press a kiss on him where she can reach, somewhere near his temple.
What Karen likes best is exploration. Getting to touch and be touched, the slow build of heat and anticipation. As far as she's concerned, the only thing better than pleasure is pleasure shared. There are a lot of different ways to get to that destination.
When his hips shift closer to hers, she huffs out a breath that's half laugh, half hum of appreciation. There's a smile lingering on her lips when she hears that heated whisper. Her hands shift to his shoulders, gently coaxing him to lay on his back so she can straddle him again. Her eyes are lingering on his as she leans down over him, taking a long moment to press another lingering, desperate kiss on his mouth.] I'm starting to think you might be a bit biased. [Her voice is low, and there's a hint of warm humor there.
She leans back so she can get a look at him, her eyes shamelessly tracing over him as she takes a moment to let her hands run slowly up along his arms and shoulders, down over his chest and abdomen and then up again. When her hands settle on his chest, she rolls her hips against him in a deliberately slow tease. The look on her face makes it clear that she finds it all gloriously distracting.
Her hands trace downward again, just her fingertips this time, and she curls two of her fingers into the waistband of his pants, running her thumb over the button of his fly. Her eyes lift back to his face, and there's no mistaking the intent focus of her gaze as she asks] Can I...?
[ When he feels her hands against his shoulders, he shifts onto his back; avidly appreciative of the view this grants him as she straddles his lap. His gaze wanders up her body before meeting hers, a playful half of a smirk forming across his face at her accusation. ] Can't imagine what gave you that idea. [ His tone matches the warm humor in hers as he settles back on his elbows, watching her as her eyes travel along his body.
He lets out a sigh of a breath at that explorative caress of her hands all across his upper body, shifting to lay flat on his back with his hands resting at her hips. Which is a good thing, because when she rolls her hips against him like that, it sends a shock of pleasure through him and his fingers tighten, digging into her skin with a low groan as his brow furrows and his eyes slip shut. That tease of friction has him hard beneath her, aching for more sensation of any kind.
There's a brief glance downward to follow the trace of her fingertips, before his eyes - dark and half hooded, shift to lock onto hers. No immediate words come out initially, he just swallows, jaw working a moment before he nods. ] Yeah, [ he breathes, voice sounding husky as his hands shift to squeeze her thighs, ] Please. [ There's an almost involuntary lift of his hips then, like he can't help himself.
He enjoys this slow exploration of each other, the way everything feels both incredibly heated and passionate, yet they're taking their time in figuring each other out. Which only makes the anticipation that much more maddening, in a good way. It's a special morning for a lot of reasons, one repeating theme is definitely the fact that ever since he'd walked in front door; he hasn't had any other concerns but what's directly in the moment, with her. As someone who is used to having to be ready to go and fight at a moment's notice, it's no small thing to be able to take a break from that and just... be. Just be himself, with her, and all they're sharing. ]
[It's nice, the way that it feels like they're both almost just drinking each other in. Savoring each moment and every inch of skin as it's exposed. She would be glad to know that he's been enjoying the opportunity to just be himself, to be in the moment. It's entirely likely she'll realize at some point that she hasn't felt this relaxed around another person in far longer than she'd care to think about. Even more likely that she'll compulsively tell him that.
That look in his eyes when they lock on hers is enough to make it feel like her heart is skipping a beat. She lets out a quiet, reverent sound of enjoyment when his hips arch up underneath her. All she can do is chase the feeling, rolling her hips again as she replays that husky sound in his voice in her mind. She uses her thumb to push the button through the hole and catches the zip with her fingers, dragging it down with deliberate intention.
Though she's sorely tempted to race through to the next hurdle, she slides her hands back up to his chest, squeezing her thighs gently around him. Just indulging in the moment. And she's not sure what it is - maybe the feeling of his hands on her thighs, or the look on his face, but a memory clicks into place and she lets out a sudden, quiet laugh.]
Oh my God, Joaquin -
[The look on her face is somewhere between amused and chagrined.] Do you...have any condoms on you? I just remembered that I, uh, threw the last ones I had out because they expired. [There's certainly other things they can do without condoms, but she is way too deep into her thirties to be having this kind of a 'oops' moment.]
[ As she rolls her hips against his again, his hands tighten their grip around her as he exhales a rough sounding groan. He thinks to himself that if she keeps doing that, he's probably going to lose his mind but at the same time he definitely doesn't want her to stop either.
Anticipation continues to build with the slow, deliberate way she works the button and zipper, and he watches her the entire time with the same intensity - like every second that ticks by is something he's committing to memory. His breathing is more than a little affected at this point, his chest rising and falling at a much quicker rate, pulse racing.
And then reality comes crashing in, and he looks at her quizzically for a moment before realization dawns on him and it's too amusing not to laugh at least a little. He scrubs a hand over his jaw and looks at her somewhat apologetically as he explains - ]
I uh, actually did the same thing last week. Normally I tend to go with the 'better to have them than not' rule, but I realized the pack I had was... definitely expired. [ So into the trash they went. ] And listen, I am... thrilled to be where I am right now, [ he gestures toward her with an expression that very much conveys 'I mean look at you, goddamn', ] but I was... not expecting this, so yeah, I'm unprepared.
[ That whole 'always be prepared' mentality applied in more ways than one, but he hadn't anticipated when he'd left his apartment earlier that coming over would result in needing condoms - it was this wonderfully spontaneous thing that they were currently in her bed wrapped up in each other. But that's the thing about sex, you did need at least a little planning. But he's unphased by it, as there were plenty of ways they could still explore each other.
He lifts up then so he can wrap an arm around her, drawing her close as he presses a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. He takes his time, tasting her mouth while his hand shamelessly roams a bit - along her thigh, her ass, her hip; squeezing appreciatively ] Plenty of things we can still do. [ He murmurs low against her mouth with a slow roll of his hips against hers. ]
[How is it that his apologetic look and the near sheepish sweep of his hand over his jaw is just as appealing as everything else? That, more than anything, is a fairly clear sign that she's absolutely in trouble here. Granted, it's the best kind of trouble. It doesn't stop the slow smile from curling her lips as she listens to his answer, unable to help but laugh a little. There's another, now almost familiar sort of swoop in her stomach when he gives her that goddamn look.
Look, it's - disappointing, to be sure, that neither of them have a condom handy. But as far as she's concerned, it's also an enormous green flag that he's still just entirely himself, even with the unexpected hiccup. Charming. Easy going. Confident.
She can't help but smile at him when his arm wraps around her. She lets her own arms drape around his shoulders as she leans in against his chest, drawing out that kiss with warm enthusiasm. The way his hand runs over her is maddeningly distracting, and she feels her breath catch in her throat when his hips roll up against hers. She shifts her arms so she can sink her fingers into his hair, dropping another heated kiss on his mouth.] For the record...[her voice is low and warm, a little breathy, and she presses another kiss on him before she continues.] Rolling with the punches? Really sexy.
[With a grin, she nips his lower lip playfully, fingertips rubbing against his scalp as she returns the favor, letting her hips roll down against him again.] How do you feel about oral? [Look, she's pretty confident the answer is going to be enthusiastic. She's really only asking because she suspects they're going to have to play rock paper scissors to figure out who gets to give first.]
Glad you think so. [ His voice is a warm murmur in between kisses, unable to keep the grin from his lips at her comment. He was good with rolling with the punches, in basically every area of life because he's very accustomed to the unpredictable. But in this instance, it's not even a difficult shift - he'd already wanted to keep touching, kissing, and exploring her; whether that involves one type of sex over the other, he's pretty thrilled either way.
And, he'll definitely be prepared in the future; so they aren't missing out - they're just building more anticipation, that's how he looks at it at least.
When she rolls her hips against him his grip around her tightens, fingers pressing into her soft skin as he exhales a low sound. It takes him a second for her question to register, and for him to formulate a response; considering how much he wants to basically rip her clothes off at this point. ]
Very enthusiastic. [ Is his eventual answer, a grin tugging at his lips as he leans forward to kiss her, nipping at her lower lip. When he pulls back he lifts a hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear gently - somewhat in direct contrast to the less than entirely gentle way his other hand is holding her in place against him, like he's desperate for more contact and even a sliver of space between them would just be too agonizing to endure.
His lips travel from her mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts where he circles her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth; hand lowering to cup her other breast. And while it might seem like he's stalling for time trying to decide who is going to give first, he's not. He's just lost in continuing to kiss, lick and taste every inch of bare skin that's in front of him. After a few long moments, he pulls away just enough to glance up at her; eyes dark and hungry even as the hint of a smile reappears. ] Let me go first?
[ He wants to practically devour her, that much is pretty clear; so he hopes she'll let him be the giver first. The problem with two people being the giving type was in the fact that they definitely might need to rock paper scissors it in the future to see who gets to give first. He thinks this is not really a problem, or if it is, what an amazing problem to have. ]
[He's not the only one that's going to be better prepared in the future. She's always been a 'condoms in the drawer at home' kind of gal, but she's beginning to see the possibilities inherent in keeping some in her purse. Just in case. Even if the anticipation is a very pleasant sort of distraction. Especially considering how much heat they've built up today. Having time to think about it, coupled with how much she likes the idea of seeing him again? It's a very, very good recipe.
So is the contrast of his fingers lightly running through her hair, while his other hand keeps a more firm grip on her. Not like she's making any attempts to move away, but she appreciates the way it signals how much he likes having her exactly where she is. Her head tips when his lips travels down her throat and a sigh shudders out of her at the feeling of his mouth on her breast. Her nipples are already stiff, and she can't help but arch her back a bit, leaning encouragingly into the warmth of his palm and the sweep of his tongue. One of her hands stays curled in his hair, while she runs her fingertips slowly along the length of his arm. Just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his skin.
And goddamn that look on his face when he gazes up at her sets her heart rate rabbiting again. She can't seem to take her eyes off of his, her hand moving from his arm to his jaw so she can lean in, crushing her lips to his with heated insistence. She is very much not opposed to the idea of him lavishing her with attention, as much as she'd like to figure out the best way to reduce him to nothing but nerve endings and groans. She can absolutely be patient. Probably. Maybe.
Her thighs squeeze around him again, her arm hooking around his neck. Her breathing is more unsteady as she whispers against his mouth, just a hint of amusement there,] okay, but it's not fair for you to look at me like that when you ask.
[ He breathes a satisfied chuckle at her response, and thinks there's no way he's going to stop looking at her like that; especially not when everything she's doing inspires it to begin with. He's never claimed to be subtle, and fortunately it seems like she has no problems with that particular trait of his.
With his fingers beneath her chin he guides her mouth to his for one more heated kiss, the same crushing intensity as the one she'd placed against his lips a moment ago; then his hands on her hips guide her onto the mattress as he shifts to hover over her body.
With a languid and eager appreciation, he kisses his way down her body slowly, holding his weight on one hand while the other caresses her skin - her arm, her breast, then smoothing down her waist and settling over her hip. When he gets to the waistband of her pants he pauses to glance up at her, gaze locking with hers as he works open the button and zipper enough to nudge them downward just a bit; enough for him to kiss along that newly bared sliver of skin - tongue tracing along the space just beneath her hipbone as he tugs the fabric down further.
There's another glance - this one a silent request of permission before he lifts up a bit, shifting enough so that he can gradually slide the remainder of her clothing down and off her legs. His eyes take her in, unmistakable want and desire in his expression as he slides his palm up along her calf. ] You're so fucking beautiful... [ the words tumble out, almost a whisper; filled with both reverence and hunger. He settles between her gorgeously long legs and takes his time kissing along the inside of her calf, trailing his palm across the top of her other thigh, fingertips brushing light patterns against her skin. He's taking his time, wanting to know where she's most sensitive, wanting to map out her body with every caress and every press of his lips, every sweep of his tongue. ]
[There's a place for subtlety, to be sure. Like with a slow flirtation, or banter laced back and forth. But in the bedroom, there's really nothing quite like being able to put all of the cards out on the table face up. To make sure they're both playing from the same deck. And it does seem like they're both keenly interested in that sense of exploration. Her head turns, following the direction of his fingers on her chin, and there's no hesitation when she kisses him back with equal fervor.
And it speaks well of this unexpected but welcome sort of comfort between them that she lets him roll her onto the mattress without any hesitation. Trusting him to guide her. She shifts up a bit so her head can rest on a pillow, smiling as she feels the way his mouth starts to move down her body. Her arm comes up so she can brush her fingers back through his hair, watching him with undisguised want.
She can feel the anticipation building as he pulls her fly down, her gaze fixed on him. Even if she can't help but chuckle a little at the absolutely indulgent way his tongue traces her hipbone. His silent request is met with a quick flash off a grin as she plants her feet on the mattress on either side of him, arching her hips up off the bed so he can tug off her pants and underwear. She kicks the twisted fabric off the side of the bed once it's off.
That smoldering appreciation isn't lost on her. She's leaning up on her elbows, just enjoying the way he looks shirtless and thoroughly kissed, the way his mouth is moving up along her calf on one leg while his other hand is lightly teasing fingers over her thigh. It's clear that she might be at least a little ticklish, judging by the way she twitches every so often. But his mouth is a tantalizing distraction, drawing in every ounce of her attention. It is, in short, extremely promising. She leans the leg not currently serving as a map in against him, letting the side of her foot run slowly up along the outside of his leg. There's no mistaking the undercurrent of desire in her voice as she murmurs in response] and you're incredible.
[ He has the fleeting thought that by the end of the day his hair is going to absolutely look like someone who's been... having a very good time, needless to say; his close cropped curls thoroughly disheveled and he does not mind in the slightest. Her fingertips brushing against his scalp feels both enticing and encouraging; and he thinks again that this is definitely something he could get used to. All of this really; the feel of her skin, the scent of her, the way his heart races at every little reaction he's able to draw out of her. It's all too tempting to want to spend the entire day in bed with her, and considering he's someone who is typically always moving, always doing/thinking; that's no small accomplishment.
And he likes that she's watching him, as it gives him the chance to meet her gaze every so often when he glances up - enjoying the look on her face and the shift in the sound of her voice. His hand smooths along the outside of her thigh, a firmer grip so as not to make anything too ticklish; trailing heated kisses along the inside of her other thigh.
He guides one leg up to rest over his shoulder as he licks along her thigh, a few gentle nipping kisses against her skin as his mouth trails slowly inward. He teases her a bit, a brush of his lips and tongue ghosting over the warm, wet heat of her a few times before he loses patience and drinks in his first taste of her - a low rumble of sound leaving his chest as his tongue slips between her folds, gliding upward over her clit. One hand grips around her hip, a steadying sort of touch, like he wants to hold her in place as his tongue caresses her; warm and languid. ]
[Karen is tactile by nature. She hugs people unreservedly when they need one, and she's forever touching the people she cares about on the arms and shoulders. Sometimes she'll take a hand for a quick squeeze. It's always reflexive, done without thought, a wordless way for her to express what the people in her life mean to her. Being able to touch his skin, to run her fingers through his hair and over his scalp, is a more intimate extension of that. She's grateful that he doesn't seem to mind, because he's pretty hard to resist.
A smile lingers on her lips as she meets his gaze, not shying away from it. Like she's trying to commit the moment to memory before she gets lost in it. She doesn't mind the tickling sensation, but the way his hands glide over her with more confidence is maddeningly distracting.
With one leg resting comfortably over his shoulder, she pulls the other pillow over so she can prop it up under her. Without having to rest on her elbows, she can let her hands run over him. One traces the length of his arm up from the hand on her hip to his shoulder as she lets her other knee lean in against him.
She can feel the way her pulse is surging with every nip and kiss against her skin, and she draws a steadying breath. Which does absolutely nothing to steel for that first caress of his tongue between her legs, paired with that low sound somewhere in his chest. Her hips arch up reflexively against the press of his hand with a startled sound of pleasure. There's a hint of teasing humor there, her voice low, as she murmurs,] oh, you're gonna be trouble.
[ Joaquin is equally as tactile, and as he feels the trace of her hand along his arm and the slight press of her knee against him; there's an encouraging hum in response. He likes being touched, particularly in the moment as it's just another way of connecting them - his senses tuned into her every shift and reaction.
When she makes that remark it draws a grin from him, one he presses against the inside of her thigh as he lifts his gaze to meet hers. He doesn't know how it's possible, but she's even more gorgeous like that - propped against the pillows, stretched out before him with that flush of color still lingering across her cheeks. ] You're already trouble, I'm just keeping pace. [ Spoken like the compliment it is.
He takes the time then to enjoy himself as he teases her a bit more with his tongue tracing light circles just around her clit; avoiding giving sensation to where she's most sensitive, all while his grip on her hip stays firm and steady. He likes the feeling of her body lifting up to meet him, and he's trying to draw that out as much as he can.
After a few long moments of this, his tongue begins to caress her in full and he holds nothing back; another low sound of pleasure rumbling from his chest as the taste of her sends another spark of arousal straight through him. He's already a vocal person in general, so it should probably come as no surprise this also translates to the bedroom - regardless of whether he's the one giving or receiving, he's always vocal about his enjoyment.
While one hand continues to hold her hips in place, the other shifts, fingers teasing at her entrance for a moment before he slides one inside her; moaning at the feeling of her warmth surrounding him as he curls it slightly; seeking out where she's most sensitive within, tongue continuing to lap at her. ]
Oh, that's how it is, huh? [Karen's grinning a little as she answers his teasing compliment about her also being trouble. She's aiming for light, feigned innocence, though the effect is sort of ruined by the way she gasps, her hips jerking up, as he teases around her clit. He's never getting quite close enough to it, and she can't help the way she keeps trying to arch closer, like she's chasing the sweep of his tongue.
Her breathing is shallow, and when he finally uses his tongue fully, she lets out an appreciative moan. She traces her fingertips along his hairline before letting her fingers sink into his hair, just curling there gently, like another way to show him that she very much enjoys what he's doing. It's no surprise to find that he's unreasonably skilled at this. There aren't any real coherent, formed thoughts chasing through her mind. Just the distracted impression of how good he looks, and the feelings of pleasure that are radiating up through her body as he works her over. The sounds that he's making are shivering right through to her core.
She can't help but hook her other leg up over his shoulder as well when his finger slides into her in a way that elicits a groan. For a brief, wild second she's almost glad that neither of them had condoms because it strikes her that it would have been an absolute shame to miss out on this. The thought prompts a breathless laugh, her free hand moving to trace over the back of his hand where it's curled around her hip.] Fuck, that's really good. [Her voice is low and heated and more than a little distracted. She lifts her hand from his to demonstrate as she continues, her index and middle fingers curled a bit more as she makes a rocking gesture with them.] Try - kind of like that.
That's how it is. [ He manages to tease back, gaze flicking upward toward her briefly. The way she reacts to the teasing strokes of his tongue is incredibly satisfying; and with every upward jerk of her hips his grip tightens just a little to keep her in place.
The sounds of her enjoyment and the way her hands curl into his hair just add to his own arousal, and at this point he's so lost in the act of wanting to drag out every sigh and shiver from her that nothing else could distract him. She is distraction enough, even when her legs aren't hooked over his shoulders; so at the moment he's not thinking about anything - his mind is just blissfully absent of any thoughts that aren't circling around the way she tastes, the way her body feels, and the heady desire that surges through him at the thought of wanting to make her come as many times as possible.
He's forgotten entirely about the lack of condoms at this point; even if they had them he still would've wanted to go down on her first. There was definitely a time and place for a rushed, quick encounter - that could be incredibly enjoyable and exciting in of itself; but he really, really liked being able to take his time with her. Especially considering this was their first time together. And, frankly, if he had his way he'd basically be buried between her thighs at every available opportunity.
He hums in response to her heated comment. And, never one to be shy about giving or taking direction - he watches the movement of her fingers as she shows him, then replicates that same rocking gesture as he slips another finger inside her. Index and middle fingers curling and pressing against her while his tongue focuses with steady, consistent attention at her clit. ]
[It's a testament to how comfortable she feels with him that she's able to let go and get fully lost in it. Karen spends so much time in her head, running over ideas and variables and information. And she's no stranger to looking over her shoulder, either. The fact that she's so good at uncovering red strings and pulling them means that she willingly paints a target on her back on a semi-regular basis. All those security measures he made note of aren't just the byproduct of paranoia. So the fact that she's not half listening for trouble, or worrying about an open case is nothing short of a revelation. Good sex is one thing. Good sex with someone you trust is someone else entirely.
She hasn't known him all that long, but there's no doubt in her mind that she can trust him. Maybe it's just that obvious way that he's exactly himself, no matter the context. Or that combination of confidence and charm that is ridiculously appealing. She's not going to question it. She's just going to be glad for it.
And for the very ready way he takes her suggestion. It's pretty immediately obvious that he's found the right combination with his fingers inside her and his tongue lapping her clit. Her breath is coming in pants, hips rocking a little.] Oh God, just like that. [Her voice is little more than an encouraging gasp, her fingers twined in his hair as she just lets herself get lost in the way it feels.
It doesn't take much longer from there. She's shameless in her appreciation as he drives her closer to the edge, gasping his name and almost pleading for him not to stop. The electricity rippling through her builds to a crescendo, bright and deep. All she can do is hang on, moaning with reverence, her thighs squeezing gently around him while she dissolves.
And she savors every last second of it, the way it feels like all of her nerve endings are tingling when she finishes. Like her body is too sensitive in the best way, a cascade of sparks sending an aftershock of shivers through her skin from where his hands rest on her body. After a moment of stunned quiet, she lets out a breath of a laugh, her fingers rubbing affectionately against his scalp as she lets one of her legs slide off of his shoulder.] Jesus, I'm trouble?
[ He shamelessly revels in the way her breathing shifts, the feeling of her body rocking against his hand and his mouth. It's a wonderful, uniquely special thing - being the sole cause of someone's pleasure like this. It's both a heady feeling, as well as something distinctly meaningful. Because it involves trust on her part; trust that he doesn't take for granted. The way she lets go and gives in to the moment is incredibly attractive, and incredibly arousing. At her breathless encouragement he hums a moan against her, not stopping or slowing down in the slightest.
And when she begins to drop fully off that edge, he guides her through it - fingers and mouth continuing to lavish steady attention on her as he lets out a groan at the feeling of her body internally squeezing around his fingers, at the gentle press of her thighs against him as she comes.
As her body gradually begins to relax and he feels those faint shivers running through her, only then does he begin to slow; slipping his fingers from her as his tongue moves in languid strokes over her - drinking her in until he hears that breath of a laugh and feels her leg shifting off of his shoulder. ] I told you, I'm just keeping pace. [ He huffs a warm chuckle as his lips tug into a satisfied grin as he gazes up at her.
He sighs against her skin as he kisses a slow path back up her body; and when his lips meet hers it's slow and passionate, his hand combing through her hair as his body presses against hers. He's holding his weight up enough so that he's not crushing her, but that's about it - barely a sliver of space between their bodies.
When he eventually shifts to lay on his side next to her, his hand leaves her hair and trails across her bare skin. ] You're incredible... [ he breathes, pressing a kiss against her forehead. ] And so fucking hot. [ The beginnings of a grin forms as he kisses her cheekbone. ] And yeah, I... I'm also trouble, you're right. [ Another kiss against her lips, fully smiling now. ]
[The way that he carefully continues to work her over through her orgasm, then lets his tongue stroke over her after, tips things over the edge from 'fantastic' to 'astonishing.' It's going to take her a minute to catch her breath, but she's absolutely going to enjoy this moment. That warm, languid feeling spreading through her body as she meets his eyes. A smile lingers on her lips when she sees that clearly satisfied grin on his mouth. She hums a sound of appreciation for the kisses he trails across her still sensitive skin, running her hands over his back and shoulder as he leans in over her. She brings her knees up, holding him between her thighs as she applies herself to that kiss, pouring all that lingering passion and heat into it.
She rolls with him when he shifts to lay on his side, keeping one of her legs hooked over him. She pulls herself in against his chest, her arm around him so she can slowly trace her fingertips down the length of his spine. A smile quirks the corner of her mouth as she counters,] you're incredible. I think I forgot my name for a little bit there. [It's a sincere compliment, even if she's laughing a little as she delivers it. She returns that kiss that he drops on her lips, her smile matching his.] Glad to hear you admit that you're trouble too, though.
[A quiet settles as she just - enjoys the moment. She's holding his gaze as her fingers trace his spine in reverse. The rain is still pattering steadily against the window. Other than that, all she can hear his their mingled breathing. A glimmer of mischief sparks in her eyes as she lets her hand run around to his side, shifting enough so she can fit her arm in between them. Her fingertips stroke over his undone fly, just a light, teasing pressure as she leans in to catch his mouth with her own again. She's enjoying the afterglow. She's going to enjoy it even more once she gets to take him over the edge as well.] How about you get comfortable? [she murmurs the question against his lips, and lest he mistake her intentions, she moves her hand up so she can slide her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, her fingertips trailing a slow line between his hipbones.]
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I was hoping you wouldn't hold me to answering that question too. Movies are a little easier than music, at least. [By a very, very small margin. She's going to have to do a mental review of her all time favorites as well. And will doubtlessly realize in the process that it's been years since she's set foot in a movie theater.
And he is far too distracting for her own good. The sound he makes when her lips press against his jaw only serves to encourage her further. She's already lost track of the movie, her attention instead diverted between the feeling of his hand on her hip, the warmth of the skin under her lips. She's making a slow trail back towards his ear, and when she hears the way his voice has gone husky again, her teeth catch his earlobe to give it a light, teasing tug. She rolls onto her side, leaning closer in against him. One hand rests on his stomach and runs slowly up to his chest as she murmurs against his ear,] you are a...really tempting distraction from this classic movie.
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It feels like the wiring of his body is just particularly sensitive for some reason, maybe it's the atmosphere - quiet, intimate, no distractions but the two of them. Or maybe it's just her. Her, and all the built up anticipation from before combining with this moment as well. ]
Good thing we've both seen it already. [ His response is in the same low tone, a quick flicker of a grin across his face as he shifts for a brief moment to reach toward the foot of the bed and turn the tablet off. Technically he could have paused it, but he knows himself well enough to know that he has no intention of shifting his focus back to a movie after the direction things have begun to take. He'd much rather keep touching her, and feeling her hands on him.
He settles back against the pillows, and pulls her close the way she had been - on her side and leaning into him as he reaches for her, drawing her closer so he can capture her lips in a slow, heated kiss. His hand wanders further beneath the hem of her shirt, skimming over her stomach and sliding upward, thumb brushing along the underside of her bra. And it's then that he breaks from the kiss to murmur, soft and eagerly against her lips - ] I want to feel more of your skin against mine. [ He kisses her once more, before pulling away just enough to tug his shirt up and off his chest, discarding it off the side of the bed as he pauses a moment; waiting to see if she'll be comfortable doing the same. Either way, he's more than warm enough to not be wearing it right now. Especially if it means feeling her hands against his skin without the barrier of fabric in the way. ]
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When he settles back after turning off the tablet, she doesn't need any encouragement to lean back into him. Her arm curls around him as she indulges in that kiss and the way it's making the warmth between them steadily climb again. Her fingertips trail down along the side of his neck and over his shoulder, and there's no hiding the shiver that skates through her skin again, chasing the path of his fingers up to the band of her bra in the front.
She can't help but chuckle a little at his words, smiling against his mouth as she presses another kiss there.] Unreasonably hot, [she murmurs in return, as a call back to what she'd said earlier. Her hand runs up along his side as she watches him peel his shirt off, feeling the warmth of his skin under her hand. She appreciates the confidence in his gesture, after that earlier hesitation about his scars. The way her eyes wander over him make it clear that he makes a very appealing picture.
And she can't resist moving back in, kissing her way down from his jaw and neck, her lips lingering with warm intention against his skin. She drops a final kiss on his shoulder before tugging her shirt off, and the smile is back as she tosses it off the side of the bed. She leans back up against him, feeling acutely aware of all the places his skin is pressed against hers. Her lips brush against his, her voice low and warmly teasing.] Looks like we both might be full of good ideas.
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When her lips travel down along his jaw and neck, warm against his skin, it's a wonderful sort of tease of sensation just before she pulls back to tug her shirt off. Joaquin is pretty shameless by nature, and the way his eyes roam over her after she tosses the shirt to the side is nothing short of shamelessly appreciative.
His arms wrap around her with a hum of approval as the heat and softness of her skin presses against his. That brush of her lips has him chasing after her mouth, managing to utter - ] You are fucking gorgeous, [ just before capturing her lips in a kiss. One that takes very little time before it becomes more heated, his fingers resting beneath her chin while his other hand presses flat against the small of her back, fingers splayed. With a brush of his tongue against her lower lip, he deepens the kiss with a low, eager sound.
Kissing her like this is just more fuel to the fire; he feels every inch of where his skin is connected to hers, and he's greedy for even more. After a few, slow moments of just leaning into the passion building from that kiss, his fingers bump up against the band of her bra, very much wanting to unfasten and take it off, but first asking (just to be sure) - ] This okay? [ He pauses with his fingers at the hooks, his mouth still hovering close to hers, his breathing a little quicker now. ]
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The way his gaze takes her in once her shirt is off is just unfairly distracting. She can feel that swoop in her stomach again, equal parts heat and attraction and affection. He calls her fucking gorgeous and she hums a soft, content sound into his mouth as she kisses him with languid intention, trying to wordlessly pour her interest and desire into him. Her fingers curl gently into his hair while her other hand trails slowly up and down his back. The press of her fingertips there on his skin is warm and meandering, though she lets her nails ghost along the same path every so often, feather light.
She can feel the press of his fingers near where her bra fastens shut, and she can't help but close what little gap remains between them. The side of her foot brushes against the side of his shin, and then she lets her leg drape over his, bringing their hips tantalizingly close together. His question is met with a shaky inhalation, and her eyes meet his as she lets out a breath of a laugh.] I'm going to if you don't. [Her voice is quiet, but there's a playful hint of a challenge in it as she unwinds her arms from around him so she can pull them through the straps of her bra.]
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Her fingertips roaming his skin send little shivers of anticipation through him, particularly when her nails scrape barely there paths along the surface - pulling a breathy sort of groan from him when their lips part for the briefest of moments. When she drapes her leg over his, he's quick to wrap a hand around her thigh, squeezing tight as his hips instinctively press forward to meet with hers. With her body flush against him like this, his heartbeat thuds against his chest and he feels almost dizzy with how much he wants her. They're not just playing with fire at this point, it's a full on blaze that only increases with each touch.
Her response to his question draws a huff of a chuckle from him, and he needs no further encouragement than that; with a quick twist of his fingers he's got the fastening undone. Once it's off he pulls her tight against his chest, a low sound leaving his lips as he kisses her again; that skin against skin rush hits him all over, a faint tremble of pleasure passing through his body as his lips begin to travel down her jaw and to her neck.
When he finds the flutter of her pulse point, he breathes her name against her skin - reverent and eager. The hand gripping her thigh slides upward, a slow drag from thigh to hip, caressing the dip of her waist and up until his palm cups her breast; thumb brushing feather light across her nipple. ]
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She likes the little shivers she can feel rippling after the path of her hands almost as much as she likes the confident way his hand trails from her thigh up to her breast. Her fingertips press more firmly against his back, and she can't help but arch her hips, rubbing herself up against him in a way that makes her breath catch in her throat. All of her nerve endings feel like they're alight and sensitive, like she's too conscious of everywhere she can feel his hands and body and mouth. Her pulse is hammering quickly, and there's a deeper pink flush settling in to her skin.
When he exhales her name, she makes a low hum of acknowledgement, and she lets her hand dip further down. The tips of her fingers trail lightly against his skin, just along the inside of his waistband, tracing a line across his back and around his hip. Almost like she's questioning if that's an okay step to take. Her other hand curls in his hair, fingertips rubbing against his scalp, as she lets out a shaky breath. All she can seem to focus on is him, which is a real feat for a woman that usually has about a hundred things running through her mind at once. Her voice is a low, appreciative murmur as she says,] God, you're amazing. [Not just for the extremely distracting and promising making out and what it seems to be leading toward, but just - for showing up exactly as himself. He's so genuinely and unabashedly himself in a way she can't help but appreciate.]
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The combination of her hand buried in his hair, while the other teases slowly along the waistband of his pants is driving him more than a little crazy; his breathing ragged as he drags his mouth from her neck down along her collarbone. His hips shift a little closer to her, eager to feel her touch and not shy about it either. Her skin feels noticeably warmer beneath his lips, that flush of color having brought heat along with it; and he murmurs a hum at her words, half a smile forming across his lips as he continues to kiss a path across her collarbones, dipping lower. ]
You're incredible. [ It's a half formed whisper, something beyond just desire in his tone then - like he's having a hard time believing any of this isn't just a really vivid, really amazing dream that he's about to wake up from. But the warmth and softness of her body against his, beneath his mouth and his touch is a constant reminder that it's not actually a dream. She's real, and he's just very lucky to have met her - like he'd said before. Everything about her was intriguing to him, like a bunch of puzzle pieces he couldn't wait to figure out how each fit together, and right now he's just lost to how amazing it feels to give a physical expression to that particular feeling. ]
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What Karen likes best is exploration. Getting to touch and be touched, the slow build of heat and anticipation. As far as she's concerned, the only thing better than pleasure is pleasure shared. There are a lot of different ways to get to that destination.
When his hips shift closer to hers, she huffs out a breath that's half laugh, half hum of appreciation. There's a smile lingering on her lips when she hears that heated whisper. Her hands shift to his shoulders, gently coaxing him to lay on his back so she can straddle him again. Her eyes are lingering on his as she leans down over him, taking a long moment to press another lingering, desperate kiss on his mouth.] I'm starting to think you might be a bit biased. [Her voice is low, and there's a hint of warm humor there.
She leans back so she can get a look at him, her eyes shamelessly tracing over him as she takes a moment to let her hands run slowly up along his arms and shoulders, down over his chest and abdomen and then up again. When her hands settle on his chest, she rolls her hips against him in a deliberately slow tease. The look on her face makes it clear that she finds it all gloriously distracting.
Her hands trace downward again, just her fingertips this time, and she curls two of her fingers into the waistband of his pants, running her thumb over the button of his fly. Her eyes lift back to his face, and there's no mistaking the intent focus of her gaze as she asks] Can I...?
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He lets out a sigh of a breath at that explorative caress of her hands all across his upper body, shifting to lay flat on his back with his hands resting at her hips. Which is a good thing, because when she rolls her hips against him like that, it sends a shock of pleasure through him and his fingers tighten, digging into her skin with a low groan as his brow furrows and his eyes slip shut. That tease of friction has him hard beneath her, aching for more sensation of any kind.
There's a brief glance downward to follow the trace of her fingertips, before his eyes - dark and half hooded, shift to lock onto hers. No immediate words come out initially, he just swallows, jaw working a moment before he nods. ] Yeah, [ he breathes, voice sounding husky as his hands shift to squeeze her thighs, ] Please. [ There's an almost involuntary lift of his hips then, like he can't help himself.
He enjoys this slow exploration of each other, the way everything feels both incredibly heated and passionate, yet they're taking their time in figuring each other out. Which only makes the anticipation that much more maddening, in a good way. It's a special morning for a lot of reasons, one repeating theme is definitely the fact that ever since he'd walked in front door; he hasn't had any other concerns but what's directly in the moment, with her. As someone who is used to having to be ready to go and fight at a moment's notice, it's no small thing to be able to take a break from that and just... be. Just be himself, with her, and all they're sharing. ]
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That look in his eyes when they lock on hers is enough to make it feel like her heart is skipping a beat. She lets out a quiet, reverent sound of enjoyment when his hips arch up underneath her. All she can do is chase the feeling, rolling her hips again as she replays that husky sound in his voice in her mind. She uses her thumb to push the button through the hole and catches the zip with her fingers, dragging it down with deliberate intention.
Though she's sorely tempted to race through to the next hurdle, she slides her hands back up to his chest, squeezing her thighs gently around him. Just indulging in the moment. And she's not sure what it is - maybe the feeling of his hands on her thighs, or the look on his face, but a memory clicks into place and she lets out a sudden, quiet laugh.]
Oh my God, Joaquin -
[The look on her face is somewhere between amused and chagrined.] Do you...have any condoms on you? I just remembered that I, uh, threw the last ones I had out because they expired. [There's certainly other things they can do without condoms, but she is way too deep into her thirties to be having this kind of a 'oops' moment.]
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Anticipation continues to build with the slow, deliberate way she works the button and zipper, and he watches her the entire time with the same intensity - like every second that ticks by is something he's committing to memory. His breathing is more than a little affected at this point, his chest rising and falling at a much quicker rate, pulse racing.
And then reality comes crashing in, and he looks at her quizzically for a moment before realization dawns on him and it's too amusing not to laugh at least a little. He scrubs a hand over his jaw and looks at her somewhat apologetically as he explains - ]
I uh, actually did the same thing last week. Normally I tend to go with the 'better to have them than not' rule, but I realized the pack I had was... definitely expired. [ So into the trash they went. ] And listen, I am... thrilled to be where I am right now, [ he gestures toward her with an expression that very much conveys 'I mean look at you, goddamn', ] but I was... not expecting this, so yeah, I'm unprepared.
[ That whole 'always be prepared' mentality applied in more ways than one, but he hadn't anticipated when he'd left his apartment earlier that coming over would result in needing condoms - it was this wonderfully spontaneous thing that they were currently in her bed wrapped up in each other. But that's the thing about sex, you did need at least a little planning. But he's unphased by it, as there were plenty of ways they could still explore each other.
He lifts up then so he can wrap an arm around her, drawing her close as he presses a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. He takes his time, tasting her mouth while his hand shamelessly roams a bit - along her thigh, her ass, her hip; squeezing appreciatively ] Plenty of things we can still do. [ He murmurs low against her mouth with a slow roll of his hips against hers. ]
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Look, it's - disappointing, to be sure, that neither of them have a condom handy. But as far as she's concerned, it's also an enormous green flag that he's still just entirely himself, even with the unexpected hiccup. Charming. Easy going. Confident.
She can't help but smile at him when his arm wraps around her. She lets her own arms drape around his shoulders as she leans in against his chest, drawing out that kiss with warm enthusiasm. The way his hand runs over her is maddeningly distracting, and she feels her breath catch in her throat when his hips roll up against hers. She shifts her arms so she can sink her fingers into his hair, dropping another heated kiss on his mouth.] For the record...[her voice is low and warm, a little breathy, and she presses another kiss on him before she continues.] Rolling with the punches? Really sexy.
[With a grin, she nips his lower lip playfully, fingertips rubbing against his scalp as she returns the favor, letting her hips roll down against him again.] How do you feel about oral? [Look, she's pretty confident the answer is going to be enthusiastic. She's really only asking because she suspects they're going to have to play rock paper scissors to figure out who gets to give first.]
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And, he'll definitely be prepared in the future; so they aren't missing out - they're just building more anticipation, that's how he looks at it at least.
When she rolls her hips against him his grip around her tightens, fingers pressing into her soft skin as he exhales a low sound. It takes him a second for her question to register, and for him to formulate a response; considering how much he wants to basically rip her clothes off at this point. ]
Very enthusiastic. [ Is his eventual answer, a grin tugging at his lips as he leans forward to kiss her, nipping at her lower lip. When he pulls back he lifts a hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear gently - somewhat in direct contrast to the less than entirely gentle way his other hand is holding her in place against him, like he's desperate for more contact and even a sliver of space between them would just be too agonizing to endure.
His lips travel from her mouth to her neck, then down to her breasts where he circles her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth; hand lowering to cup her other breast. And while it might seem like he's stalling for time trying to decide who is going to give first, he's not. He's just lost in continuing to kiss, lick and taste every inch of bare skin that's in front of him. After a few long moments, he pulls away just enough to glance up at her; eyes dark and hungry even as the hint of a smile reappears. ] Let me go first?
[ He wants to practically devour her, that much is pretty clear; so he hopes she'll let him be the giver first. The problem with two people being the giving type was in the fact that they definitely might need to rock paper scissors it in the future to see who gets to give first. He thinks this is not really a problem, or if it is, what an amazing problem to have. ]
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So is the contrast of his fingers lightly running through her hair, while his other hand keeps a more firm grip on her. Not like she's making any attempts to move away, but she appreciates the way it signals how much he likes having her exactly where she is. Her head tips when his lips travels down her throat and a sigh shudders out of her at the feeling of his mouth on her breast. Her nipples are already stiff, and she can't help but arch her back a bit, leaning encouragingly into the warmth of his palm and the sweep of his tongue. One of her hands stays curled in his hair, while she runs her fingertips slowly along the length of his arm. Just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his skin.
And goddamn that look on his face when he gazes up at her sets her heart rate rabbiting again. She can't seem to take her eyes off of his, her hand moving from his arm to his jaw so she can lean in, crushing her lips to his with heated insistence. She is very much not opposed to the idea of him lavishing her with attention, as much as she'd like to figure out the best way to reduce him to nothing but nerve endings and groans. She can absolutely be patient. Probably. Maybe.
Her thighs squeeze around him again, her arm hooking around his neck. Her breathing is more unsteady as she whispers against his mouth, just a hint of amusement there,] okay, but it's not fair for you to look at me like that when you ask.
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With his fingers beneath her chin he guides her mouth to his for one more heated kiss, the same crushing intensity as the one she'd placed against his lips a moment ago; then his hands on her hips guide her onto the mattress as he shifts to hover over her body.
With a languid and eager appreciation, he kisses his way down her body slowly, holding his weight on one hand while the other caresses her skin - her arm, her breast, then smoothing down her waist and settling over her hip. When he gets to the waistband of her pants he pauses to glance up at her, gaze locking with hers as he works open the button and zipper enough to nudge them downward just a bit; enough for him to kiss along that newly bared sliver of skin - tongue tracing along the space just beneath her hipbone as he tugs the fabric down further.
There's another glance - this one a silent request of permission before he lifts up a bit, shifting enough so that he can gradually slide the remainder of her clothing down and off her legs. His eyes take her in, unmistakable want and desire in his expression as he slides his palm up along her calf. ] You're so fucking beautiful... [ the words tumble out, almost a whisper; filled with both reverence and hunger. He settles between her gorgeously long legs and takes his time kissing along the inside of her calf, trailing his palm across the top of her other thigh, fingertips brushing light patterns against her skin. He's taking his time, wanting to know where she's most sensitive, wanting to map out her body with every caress and every press of his lips, every sweep of his tongue. ]
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And it speaks well of this unexpected but welcome sort of comfort between them that she lets him roll her onto the mattress without any hesitation. Trusting him to guide her. She shifts up a bit so her head can rest on a pillow, smiling as she feels the way his mouth starts to move down her body. Her arm comes up so she can brush her fingers back through his hair, watching him with undisguised want.
She can feel the anticipation building as he pulls her fly down, her gaze fixed on him. Even if she can't help but chuckle a little at the absolutely indulgent way his tongue traces her hipbone. His silent request is met with a quick flash off a grin as she plants her feet on the mattress on either side of him, arching her hips up off the bed so he can tug off her pants and underwear. She kicks the twisted fabric off the side of the bed once it's off.
That smoldering appreciation isn't lost on her. She's leaning up on her elbows, just enjoying the way he looks shirtless and thoroughly kissed, the way his mouth is moving up along her calf on one leg while his other hand is lightly teasing fingers over her thigh. It's clear that she might be at least a little ticklish, judging by the way she twitches every so often. But his mouth is a tantalizing distraction, drawing in every ounce of her attention. It is, in short, extremely promising. She leans the leg not currently serving as a map in against him, letting the side of her foot run slowly up along the outside of his leg. There's no mistaking the undercurrent of desire in her voice as she murmurs in response] and you're incredible.
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And he likes that she's watching him, as it gives him the chance to meet her gaze every so often when he glances up - enjoying the look on her face and the shift in the sound of her voice. His hand smooths along the outside of her thigh, a firmer grip so as not to make anything too ticklish; trailing heated kisses along the inside of her other thigh.
He guides one leg up to rest over his shoulder as he licks along her thigh, a few gentle nipping kisses against her skin as his mouth trails slowly inward. He teases her a bit, a brush of his lips and tongue ghosting over the warm, wet heat of her a few times before he loses patience and drinks in his first taste of her - a low rumble of sound leaving his chest as his tongue slips between her folds, gliding upward over her clit. One hand grips around her hip, a steadying sort of touch, like he wants to hold her in place as his tongue caresses her; warm and languid. ]
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A smile lingers on her lips as she meets his gaze, not shying away from it. Like she's trying to commit the moment to memory before she gets lost in it. She doesn't mind the tickling sensation, but the way his hands glide over her with more confidence is maddeningly distracting.
With one leg resting comfortably over his shoulder, she pulls the other pillow over so she can prop it up under her. Without having to rest on her elbows, she can let her hands run over him. One traces the length of his arm up from the hand on her hip to his shoulder as she lets her other knee lean in against him.
She can feel the way her pulse is surging with every nip and kiss against her skin, and she draws a steadying breath. Which does absolutely nothing to steel for that first caress of his tongue between her legs, paired with that low sound somewhere in his chest. Her hips arch up reflexively against the press of his hand with a startled sound of pleasure. There's a hint of teasing humor there, her voice low, as she murmurs,] oh, you're gonna be trouble.
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When she makes that remark it draws a grin from him, one he presses against the inside of her thigh as he lifts his gaze to meet hers. He doesn't know how it's possible, but she's even more gorgeous like that - propped against the pillows, stretched out before him with that flush of color still lingering across her cheeks. ] You're already trouble, I'm just keeping pace. [ Spoken like the compliment it is.
He takes the time then to enjoy himself as he teases her a bit more with his tongue tracing light circles just around her clit; avoiding giving sensation to where she's most sensitive, all while his grip on her hip stays firm and steady. He likes the feeling of her body lifting up to meet him, and he's trying to draw that out as much as he can.
After a few long moments of this, his tongue begins to caress her in full and he holds nothing back; another low sound of pleasure rumbling from his chest as the taste of her sends another spark of arousal straight through him. He's already a vocal person in general, so it should probably come as no surprise this also translates to the bedroom - regardless of whether he's the one giving or receiving, he's always vocal about his enjoyment.
While one hand continues to hold her hips in place, the other shifts, fingers teasing at her entrance for a moment before he slides one inside her; moaning at the feeling of her warmth surrounding him as he curls it slightly; seeking out where she's most sensitive within, tongue continuing to lap at her. ]
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Her breathing is shallow, and when he finally uses his tongue fully, she lets out an appreciative moan. She traces her fingertips along his hairline before letting her fingers sink into his hair, just curling there gently, like another way to show him that she very much enjoys what he's doing. It's no surprise to find that he's unreasonably skilled at this. There aren't any real coherent, formed thoughts chasing through her mind. Just the distracted impression of how good he looks, and the feelings of pleasure that are radiating up through her body as he works her over. The sounds that he's making are shivering right through to her core.
She can't help but hook her other leg up over his shoulder as well when his finger slides into her in a way that elicits a groan. For a brief, wild second she's almost glad that neither of them had condoms because it strikes her that it would have been an absolute shame to miss out on this. The thought prompts a breathless laugh, her free hand moving to trace over the back of his hand where it's curled around her hip.] Fuck, that's really good. [Her voice is low and heated and more than a little distracted. She lifts her hand from his to demonstrate as she continues, her index and middle fingers curled a bit more as she makes a rocking gesture with them.] Try - kind of like that.
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The sounds of her enjoyment and the way her hands curl into his hair just add to his own arousal, and at this point he's so lost in the act of wanting to drag out every sigh and shiver from her that nothing else could distract him. She is distraction enough, even when her legs aren't hooked over his shoulders; so at the moment he's not thinking about anything - his mind is just blissfully absent of any thoughts that aren't circling around the way she tastes, the way her body feels, and the heady desire that surges through him at the thought of wanting to make her come as many times as possible.
He's forgotten entirely about the lack of condoms at this point; even if they had them he still would've wanted to go down on her first. There was definitely a time and place for a rushed, quick encounter - that could be incredibly enjoyable and exciting in of itself; but he really, really liked being able to take his time with her. Especially considering this was their first time together. And, frankly, if he had his way he'd basically be buried between her thighs at every available opportunity.
He hums in response to her heated comment. And, never one to be shy about giving or taking direction - he watches the movement of her fingers as she shows him, then replicates that same rocking gesture as he slips another finger inside her. Index and middle fingers curling and pressing against her while his tongue focuses with steady, consistent attention at her clit. ]
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She hasn't known him all that long, but there's no doubt in her mind that she can trust him. Maybe it's just that obvious way that he's exactly himself, no matter the context. Or that combination of confidence and charm that is ridiculously appealing. She's not going to question it. She's just going to be glad for it.
And for the very ready way he takes her suggestion. It's pretty immediately obvious that he's found the right combination with his fingers inside her and his tongue lapping her clit. Her breath is coming in pants, hips rocking a little.] Oh God, just like that. [Her voice is little more than an encouraging gasp, her fingers twined in his hair as she just lets herself get lost in the way it feels.
It doesn't take much longer from there. She's shameless in her appreciation as he drives her closer to the edge, gasping his name and almost pleading for him not to stop. The electricity rippling through her builds to a crescendo, bright and deep. All she can do is hang on, moaning with reverence, her thighs squeezing gently around him while she dissolves.
And she savors every last second of it, the way it feels like all of her nerve endings are tingling when she finishes. Like her body is too sensitive in the best way, a cascade of sparks sending an aftershock of shivers through her skin from where his hands rest on her body. After a moment of stunned quiet, she lets out a breath of a laugh, her fingers rubbing affectionately against his scalp as she lets one of her legs slide off of his shoulder.] Jesus, I'm trouble?
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And when she begins to drop fully off that edge, he guides her through it - fingers and mouth continuing to lavish steady attention on her as he lets out a groan at the feeling of her body internally squeezing around his fingers, at the gentle press of her thighs against him as she comes.
As her body gradually begins to relax and he feels those faint shivers running through her, only then does he begin to slow; slipping his fingers from her as his tongue moves in languid strokes over her - drinking her in until he hears that breath of a laugh and feels her leg shifting off of his shoulder. ] I told you, I'm just keeping pace. [ He huffs a warm chuckle as his lips tug into a satisfied grin as he gazes up at her.
He sighs against her skin as he kisses a slow path back up her body; and when his lips meet hers it's slow and passionate, his hand combing through her hair as his body presses against hers. He's holding his weight up enough so that he's not crushing her, but that's about it - barely a sliver of space between their bodies.
When he eventually shifts to lay on his side next to her, his hand leaves her hair and trails across her bare skin. ] You're incredible... [ he breathes, pressing a kiss against her forehead. ] And so fucking hot. [ The beginnings of a grin forms as he kisses her cheekbone. ] And yeah, I... I'm also trouble, you're right. [ Another kiss against her lips, fully smiling now. ]
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She rolls with him when he shifts to lay on his side, keeping one of her legs hooked over him. She pulls herself in against his chest, her arm around him so she can slowly trace her fingertips down the length of his spine. A smile quirks the corner of her mouth as she counters,] you're incredible. I think I forgot my name for a little bit there. [It's a sincere compliment, even if she's laughing a little as she delivers it. She returns that kiss that he drops on her lips, her smile matching his.] Glad to hear you admit that you're trouble too, though.
[A quiet settles as she just - enjoys the moment. She's holding his gaze as her fingers trace his spine in reverse. The rain is still pattering steadily against the window. Other than that, all she can hear his their mingled breathing. A glimmer of mischief sparks in her eyes as she lets her hand run around to his side, shifting enough so she can fit her arm in between them. Her fingertips stroke over his undone fly, just a light, teasing pressure as she leans in to catch his mouth with her own again. She's enjoying the afterglow. She's going to enjoy it even more once she gets to take him over the edge as well.] How about you get comfortable? [she murmurs the question against his lips, and lest he mistake her intentions, she moves her hand up so she can slide her fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, her fingertips trailing a slow line between his hipbones.]
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