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[devoutish]

You've reached Alfie Solomons. Leave your name and state your business.

Alfie can be reached via the imPort network, or via a home phone and answering machine. He does have a cell phone, but it's not publicly available.

Comments

[maevelous]

[ Her lips quirk into a smile against his, but she doesn't respond. That would require breaking the kiss again and like hell she's about to do that. If anything, her response is to get a bit more feisty and aggressive as though to make up for lost time.

His blind tugging just isn't fast enough, and so Maeve helps him along -- removing her last article of clothing. There's no fanfare, no teasing. She simply adjusts her position so she can take Alfie within her, drawing in a breath against his mouth. ]

[devoutish]

[His hands move immediately to her shoulders, holding her firmly as he bucks up into her, fast and sure and just this side of rough. Doing it like this for too long is going to be hard on his back, so pretty soon he's either going to flip them or lie back and let her take more control, but for now he's matching her aggression pretty evenly.]

[maevelous]

[ Maeve draws in a sharp breath, her eyes opening briefly to meet his before they close again -- thighs locking around Alfie's so she can brace herself a bit better to 'ravage' him as promised. Hips crash against hips, drawing out soft breaths from Maeve. ]

Right there, love. That's the spot.

[devoutish]

[He groans, giving her a few more good bucks before he prods at her lower back, signaling that he wants to flip.]

Over, over--

[maevelous]

[ She could have forced him to sit back and enjoy the ride. But Alfie is the one who had to live in this world while she was gone. He is the one who had the opportunity to miss her. So she can give up control and let him take charge.

With her legs wrapped around his, Maeve rolls them over -- giving Alfie a more comfortable position for his back. In the meantime, her lips attack the side of his throat, leaving little marks behind in their wake. ]

[devoutish]

You're marvelous.

[He breathes, rolling his head to the side to give her better access to his neck. On top, it's easier to settle into a smooth rhythm, quick and on the lower edge of rough.]

[maevelous]

It's often been said, love.

[ Maeve teases in response, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arches her back to meet his. ]

Come now. I didn't give you control so you can dawdle.

[ Playfully spoken. She meets Alfie's gaze with a fondness. ]

[devoutish]

Take it up with the complaint board.

[He gives her one fast, rough thrust, all the way down to the hilt, and then immediately slows, teasing her.]

[maevelous]

You are the absolute worst.

[ She shakes her head as he slows, causing the momentum they'd been building to lessen. ]

Keep it up and I'll flip us back over.

[ Her hands move along his hips, nails digging into the sides of them. ]

[devoutish]

[Slower momentum isn't a good thing for either of them right now, but he supposes that he deserves it. He flashes her a wink, then speeds up, skimming his hands down her sides to hold her hips in turn.]

[maevelous]

Giddyup, cowboy.

[ Maeve teases, giving his ass a slap when he goes back to a more rapid rhythm. She matches the motion of his hips in kind, eyes fluttering closed as she moans -- friction building as she find herself nearly on the verge of climax. ]

[devoutish]

[That is the dorkiest thing she could possibly have said, and it makes him laugh, though not unkindly. He's not far off from coming himself, though it's a point of pride to make sure she gets there first, and so he grits his teeth and tries to hold back, speeding up the tempo as he does so.]

[maevelous]

[ Then it hit its mark. There's something almost endearing about his lighthearted laughter -- that they aren't simply two people engaged in an intimate encounter, but two people truly enjoying one another's company. Maeve smiles, and it's warm, as she leans up to capture his face in her hands and kiss him once again.

She draws in a sharp breath as orgasm strikes, muscles clenching around him as she rides out the waves of pleasure. The kiss intensifies, tongue capturing his as a few moans break in her throat. ]

[devoutish]

[There she goes. She'll feel him grin against her mouth, kissing back hard as he grinds down hard, letting himself go soon after her - pulling out of the kiss so that he can let loose a moan of his own, and then dropping back into it just as quickly.]

[maevelous]

[ The kiss, passionate at first, slowly ebbs to something softer -- more relaxed as Maeve tapers off, fingers tracing his back. ]

Well, darling, you certainly haven't lost your touch.

[devoutish]

Nor you yours.

[He chases her hand with his, lightly running a finger along the back of it.]

You'll stay a bit, I hope. Have some tea or coffee?

[maevelous]

Offer me something a bit harder and I'm here as long as you'd like.

[ She didn't plan on heading out so soon anyway. After all, they had plenty of time to make up for. ]

[devoutish]

Mm. Whiskey? Rum? Of course, I'll have to get up to fetch it.

[Which is not a very attractive-sounding idea right now.]