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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 15:33:06 GMT -5
He let out a long, shaky breath and leaned over, grabbing a condom from in the drawer. He hastily opened it and slipped it on. He then practically ripped her jeans off, surprised at his own strength. He didn't tease her or play around; he simply slammed into her, groaning as he did so.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 15:42:47 GMT -5
She cried out, arching up hard against him. She saw stars behind her closed eyes as pain melded with pleasure, and her nails dug into his arms.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 15:45:57 GMT -5
Michael uttered a string of curses under his breath as he set his rhythm, thrusting into her hard and fast. It started with "damn" and progressed up to "fucking shit fuck."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 15:48:27 GMT -5
Maggie nearly let out a half-hysterical laugh, if she'd only been able to stop moaning and panting long enough to do it. She matched his rhythm, moving hard against him, her legs wrapping around his middle to pull him in deeper.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 15:51:30 GMT -5
He grasped at her thigh, his hips grinding into hers as he thrust ever faster. "Jesus H. Christ... Come on, Mags..."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 15:54:52 GMT -5
She let out a desperate whimper, then cried out as her climax hit her like a goddamn freight train. She said his name as she arched up, clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure rode over her.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 15:57:47 GMT -5
Once he'd felt her climax, he let go himself. He half-collapsed onto her, burying his head in her sweet smelling hair.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 15:59:20 GMT -5
She relaxed under him, holding him. She felt like every nerve in her body was humming. She breathed out, "Holy. Fucking. Shit..."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 16:06:52 GMT -5
"You can say that again," he replied softly, his voice muffled by her hair. Although he didn't feel like it, he rolled off her, lying on his back beside her.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 16:11:15 GMT -5
She rolled over to lay against him, letting out a breath. She kissed his shoulder, snuggling against him.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 16:12:40 GMT -5
He curled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "You're not like any other girl I've met, Maggie..." he said softly, staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 16:19:09 GMT -5
She glanced over at him."What do you mean?" She bit her lip. The last thing she needed was him thinking she was a slut.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 16:21:26 GMT -5
He let out a sigh before looking over at her, their noses nearly touching. "You're fiery and sassy as hell but still sweet somehow and...dammit if you don't already drive me insane, in a good way."
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Post by Script on Oct 25, 2011 16:23:32 GMT -5
She blushed, rubbing her nose against his. "Really..? You...you like me?" She didn't know where in the last few hours she started hoping this wasn't just about sex.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 25, 2011 16:26:33 GMT -5
He gazed into her eyes, searching. Then, he nodded slightly. "Yeah, I--I do. I wanna spend more time with you."
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