As he's stroking her; he feels her get wetter. She's turning the corner, he knows he's arriving. He pulls back and looks at her, she's staring at him, and they kiss deeply, as he hits her with a flurry of thrusts, that catch her off guard, and she feels her arousal wall cracking. She holds on tight as she says, "Oh Yes Baby. Right there!" He hits her spot and she crashes and burns within 4 thrusts and sucks on his neck, as she free falls through orgasm, and he kisses on her shoulder.
Her gushiness is what he loves most; her release is like heaven. The wetness makes him moan; he loves the sloppiness she's given him, and wants to feel more of her. He licks her neck, as he continues to pound her. She's lost in an orgasmic haze, until she feels him grip her thighs, and begin power thrusting her.
As she slips from her haze, and feels the power of his thrusts. She looks on as his aggression peaks, and he rises up on his knees, as he pushes her leg back behind her head. She grips the bed in preparation. The fire in his eyes is undeniable; when he's this turned on, all she can do is relax and prepare.
It turns her on even more to feel the aggression in his touch, as he runs his fingers along her folds, and then licks his fingers tasting her. "Damn you taste better than chocolate," He says. She grins at him as she feels him grab her left thigh while pushing her right leg behind her head, and increasing the pounding. He's pounding her without mercy.
She can't believe how strong he is, and how good this feels. Her clit begins to quake as their strokes synchronize, and they lock onto each other. He's moaning her name and she's moaning his; his arousal is climbing fast, and hers is rebuilding by the second. He feels her body tension and wants her release again.
This time he doesn't ask for it; he attempts to take it. He grips her breasts as he thrusts feverishly with no regard, and she wraps her legs around his waist. The sound of their bodies smacking, and the sweat running down their bodies captures the moment perfectly. The passion of the moment is unreal. He's working her deeply, fast, and hard, and she's matching his stroke. He loves her competitiveness and she loves his; she's not going to punk him, he's determined to take hers first.
As he continues his assault; she feels her arousal wall weakening. She knows she's losing the battle; his power is too significant. She begins to push him too, by squeezing him internally. The change of his facial expression shows her it's working.
He doesn't slow down, and doesn't stop. He just closes his eyes as he feels his climax on the cusp, and feels hers too. After a barrage of swear words, moans, grunts, and thrusts, he collapses onto her, as they simultaneously explode.
The explosion leaves them both lifeless, breathless, sweaty, and immobile. As they catch their breath; they reposition, and lie together, hot and sticky in the moment. But they are still entangled, as he strokes her face, and they share a sweet kiss. "Oh my God; that was amazing!"
She says with a smile the size of the sun. He grins at her as he says, "Yeah; it was babe. I love you." She replies, "I love you too." She settles into him, and again they yawn. This time for the last time of the night, as they fall asleep intertwined.
It's 10:30 am, and the set is busier than Grand Central Station. Everybody is doing something of significance, and preparing for something else to happen. As Kerry gets her make-up done for the next scene; she gets a text. She checks it and it's from Tony.
"Thanks for letting me have my first experience with body make-up." She smiles a bit; she remembers how bruised he was from their session last night and this morning. She didn't mean to leave marks; but she did, and he left marks on her too, but luckily she wasn't shooting a love scene. She responds, "I'm sorry baby. I guess I got carried away."
He replies with a smiley face, and says, "I'm not. It's too damn good." She grins as she reads his response, and the make-up artist smiles at her as she says, "You're done Kerry. Tell Mr. Lover man you've gotta go." She laughs at her as she says, "Thanks Renee. You've done a great job as always." As she checks herself out, she temptingly says, "So I hear the make-up job got interesting in Tony's trailer."
Renee laughs; she normally wouldn't engage in such talk. But it's clear to her that Kerry and Tony are good friends, so she feels safe divulging the details. She says, "Yeah it did. He had what looked like sucker bites on his shoulder and neck area. Also some scratch marks on his back; so I had to use some theatre make-up to cover it before they started shooting." Kerry tries not to laugh; but asks, "So did it work?"
She replies, "Yeah it worked. He should be good for the scene. It's water proof and smudge proof too. He of course asked me to keep it quiet. It was only him, me and Tom in the room." She was speaking in a low voice, as if she was trying to whisper. Kerry smiles as she asks, "Was the bruising bad?" Renee replies, "Girl yes; it was bad in a good way. Whoever she is, he gave it to her good."
Kerry can't explain it; but she takes great satisfaction out of knowing she was the one who left those marks. She relishes in the moment, as she reflects on their antics. She thinks to herself; yes she did get it good, and can't wait for more. Her trance is broken by Renee saying, "Oh don't tell anyone I told you."
There's a knock on the door and a voice that says, "We are ready for you Kerry." She smiles as she says, "Okay Joseph. I am on my way." She smiles at Renee and says, "Okay mums the word. But wish me luck." She responds, "Yes, and good luck." Kerry walks out of her trailer, steps into wardrobe, and then goes on set to shoot her next scene.
As they step onto the set; Kerry and Jeff take their marks, and the scene starts. When they finish, she's proud of herself. She had to witness Fitz and Mellie kissing, and yet she didn't lose her lunch, or claw anyone's eyes out.