#69
Three word prompt: Can we please?
— ANONYMOUS
(very suggestive, probably rated M - hello it's #69)
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Her mouth was hot over his mouth - open and panting as her her hips worked hard into his groin.
"Kate," he grunted, elbows knocking into the arms of his office chair, one of his knees slamming into the underside of the desk, bones vibrating with the hits. "Kate."
"Can we please?" she whined.
Hell, he loved it when she begged. "That wasn't a no," he growled, trying to stand. "That was a fuck, can't you stop long enough to let me get us there?"
She laughed, throaty and dark, a host of just you wait in that sound. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders; she kissed him, dirty.
And then she rose from his lap, her fingers wrapping around the lapels of his robe and tugging. He slammed shut the laptop and came with her, untangling himself from his office chair, stumbling after her come hither beckoning body.
She shoved him down on his bed and climbed up his body, perched on his chest as she divested herself of tank top and sports bra. He got to help with the running shorts, gasping when she settled backwards on his sternum once more, groaning when she rubbed against him, staining his t-shirt.
Her perfect ass wriggling in his face, encouraging, teasing. He gripped her flanks and tilted his head, moaning when she touched him.
"Mm, love when I can make you wordless."
He tried - hell, he tried - but nothing was there. She was clever fingers down his boxers as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to get in the damn game.
"Come on, Rick, you're losing it."
He growled, some of the tight terrible tension loosening as she settled into a rhythm, and he finally gripped her hips, dragged her back to his mouth.
Heaven.
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He made her beg for it.
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She made him crazy.
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