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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 18:39:03 GMT -5
She whimpered, bringing her legs up to wrap them around his waist. "I--I love you..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 18:50:12 GMT -5
He might have said 'I love you' back, but he wasn't really sure. All he could focus on was controlling himself and pleasing her. He bent his head and took one breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipple.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 18:51:55 GMT -5
She moaned deeply, biting her lip, matching his rhythm and moving hard beneath him. Whenever she was with him, nothing else in the world mattered or existed.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 18:55:37 GMT -5
He moved even harder, his hand grasping her upper thigh and squeezing. He could tell she was almost there, and it was his job to take her the rest of the way.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 18:56:40 GMT -5
She whimpered, bucking beneath him, then gasped loudly, arching as she came hard around him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:00:31 GMT -5
A small smile came to his lips, though it probably looked more like a grimace. He thrust once more before releasing inside her. He was almost 100% sure he couldn't get her pregnant again, so he might as well. And now he remembered how much more amazing it was not to pull out.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:01:50 GMT -5
She collapsed back onto the couch cushions, holding him to her, not letting him roll off just yet.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:04:15 GMT -5
He breathed heavily against her skin, his face buried in her neck and shoulder. "I love you so much," he muttered.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:07:43 GMT -5
She rubbed her hand over his back. "I love you too, Michael. More than I could possibly explain."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:20:48 GMT -5
He smiled to himself, laying there for a heavenly moment before pulling out of her and laying beside her. He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and spread it over them. "I kinda want some actual dessert now..." he admitted with a somewhat guilty expression.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:21:55 GMT -5
She laughed. "If you think I'm gonna get off this couch to bake for you, you're crazy."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:25:15 GMT -5
He set his lips on her ear, nibbling and pulling at it. "Call me crazy."
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:28:33 GMT -5
She giggled, snuggling against him. "But then I have to get dressed."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 21, 2011 19:33:15 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah..." Skittery let out a very heavy, contemplative sigh. "Well, I don't know, then..."
Then an image popped into his head. The two of them living in their own place, and Maggie baking something. Wearing an apron and nothing else. Now that was something he could get used to.
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Post by Script on Dec 21, 2011 19:34:03 GMT -5
He got a dopey look on his face and she smirked, arching a brow at him. "Yes?"
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