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Bed Sharing / Clothes Sharing

ALICE AND JASPER

She wasn't wearing anything special, it was more about the fact she was wearing his clothes.

They'd been dating for a few months. Everything was going well. He slept over at her place and she slept over at his. When he was with her, his past disappeared and she brought out a gentle side to him he never knew he had. When he was with her he didn't feel strange or out of place - he just was. She was the angel to his demon.

As such, he always tried to treat her with respect; hold doors open for her, bring her flowers and not ogle her chest too much when she stretched. This extended to their lovemaking too. And yes, he did call it lovemaking: that's what it was with her. He was doing a fairly good job of not giving in to his base urges until he saw her in his clothes.

She wasn't wearing anything special, it was more about the fact she was wearing his clothes. She was much shorter than him so his simple white dress shirt was literally a dress on her. It fell to her knees and she had rolled the sleeves up. She paired it with one of his belts (that going around her waist twice) and some of her high heeled ankle boots.

"How do I look?" she asked, twirling for him. His mouth had gone dry and he'd struggled to think.

"Beautiful," he finally managed to choke out. His eyes bulged and she came over and kissed him, her lithe body pressing into his.

His torture didn't end there. They'd gone out for coffee and breakfast, her outfit attracting attention from other men. They probably wondered why she was with him, but he didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Seeing her wearing his clothes, in public - it did things to him.

This is why when they got back to his apartment he did the very ungentlemanly thing and mauled her. In no time at all he had her pressed up against the door, panting against her like a teenager.

She reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his back as she stroked her tongue over his. Her hands dipped into his jeans and fondled his hard cock. He groaned.

He didn't have time for niceties today. He felt as if he would blow his load all over his underwear if he didn't get inside of her this second.

Thankfully, it seemed she was just as worked up as him. When he'd pushed his dress shirt up to reveal her white panties, he noticed they were wet and when his finger dipped inside and stroked her folds he realised she was soaked.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she tugged on his cock harder.

"Inside me soldier," she seductively told him. "Now."

He didn't need any more prodding and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, bending slightly so they were in a better position.

Briefly, he used one hand to hold her up, using his other to guide his cock into her waiting pussy.

When he was sheathed inside they both groaned.

He secured his arms back around her and gave her a smile. She kissed him in response and very quickly he was pounding inside her. Their movements making the door creak.

He could hear her breathy moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. When she reached down to play with her own clit he was done for. His hips hammered into hers and he positively ravished her against the door. He tilted her neck to the side and sucked the skin into his mouth, biting down when her pussy clenched around him.

"Oh!" she cried when she came, juices flowing freely out of her.

He followed not long after, his cock swelling and his balls tingling.

He lay his head against hers and breathed in the scent that was them.

"Love you, Alice," he breathed against her.

"Love you too, Jasper," she responded.