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"Good," she whispered. "Then don't."
Twenty-Six
The over-eager way that she pressed her lips against his, hungry for something just around the corner, told Chris everything he needed to know about the experience the woman in front of him had before this. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm, though, her soft body pressed into his from the roundness of her hips to the swell of her breasts.
Her fingers dug into his waist, trying to pull him closer. She was on the tips of her toes and even still, Chris had to lean down to let her reach. He wrapped one arm around her chest and lifted her up. Her legs immediately moved to try to set some of her weight on his hips.
It had the side-effect of pressing her womanhood against him. He was so hard that it ached, more than just distracting. He ground his hips up into her and was rewarded with a mewling whimper. She didn't stop him, though, nor did she slow her kiss.
Marie's tongue probed at his lips and he parted them to allow her in, his tongue dancing with hers. She was moving fast, wasn't she?
He pulled away. "Last chance to change your mind," he breathed. It took a real force of effort to stop as long as he had.
She answered by rocking her hips forward. "Shut up and kiss me."
He intended to do a great deal more than that, though. He turned, her weight still suspended in his arms, and dropped her on the sofa. She bounced a little ways back up, and by the time she was settled he was beside her, working the buttons on her dress as quick as his thick fingers would allow.
Her skirt came off easily. How many layers did these proper ladies wear, he cursed. Then a wicked idea struck him, and his hand started to trace a line up between her thighs. There was one sure way to avoid too much trouble.
Marie was gasping for air, now, her breath coming in ragged spurts that had a little more voice to them than might have been absolutely necessary. His cock strained against his jeans, desperate to get out and join the game.
He found her already moist. His fingers barely grazed across her lips and she jolted in surprise, her hand darting down to stop him. She stopped it as he did it again, his fingers darting between the outer lips and finding the hardened nub at the top of her womanhood.
Her legs parted for him and he couldn't stop a smile from spreading on his face.
"Oh, you liked that?"
"Shut up," she said again. There was something erotic about hearing her using that kind of language.
"I'll shut up when I please," he growled. His fingers dipped lower and promptly thrust inside.
She didn't respond with heavy breathing or soft mewls, this time. She let out a full-throated gro
an of pleasure. His fingers explored the inside of her, her walls gripping him, pulling him in with the vain hope that he'll be inside long enough to complete some evolutionary need.
She let out a soft whimper when he withdrew his hands from her skirt. She needed something more, something that she hadn't gotten yet. Chris knew exactly what that thing was, even if she didn't. And he had every intention of giving it to her.
He worked his belt loose and opened the fly on his jeans. He settled into the place between her thighs, enjoying the way that they gripped around his hips, and lined himself up with her entrance.
Marie's breath came hard and heavy, her eyes halfway-closed with arousal. Then he started to press in, and they shot open. He pushed the rest of the way in and held himself there for a long moment, his lips pressing against the soft skin of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her body so close to his.
"Are you alright?"
She didn't answer right away. She was caught somewhere, he could hear, between wanting to take shallow breaths and taking them too fast, too deep.
"I'm alright," she said. He smiled.
"Ready?"
She nodded. Chris didn't need her to say it twice. His hips moved back and slammed forward again, thrusting himself as deep into her as their cramped position would allow. Her arms reached around his neck and pulled tight, but he didn't stop himself.
His movements were quick and powerful. Whatever concern for her well-being he might have had was gone, now, taking whatever he could get in order to sate his animal lust. Her voice in his ear drove him harder, faster, sending him onto the edge of madness as they fucked.
Her legs locked around his hips, helping with each thrust to push him in deeper, to add just a bit more sharpness to the movement. He could feel his rhythm starting to slip, could feel the threat of orgasm on the horizon.
Her body started to shake below him, her control starting to slip again as her voice got louder. It only drove him harder, only made him need her more. He could feel her clamping down on him again, sucking him in deeper and fighting every time he tried to pull away, only to welcome him in every time he pushed back inside.
He closed his eyes and moved roughly, his mind almost completely gone, forcing himself into her all the way to the hilt as his own orgasm exploded through him, filling her to the brim. As the haze of need started to clear he could hear her heavy breathing below him, the way that her breasts, under her blouse, rose and fell as she gasped for air.
