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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

Come here.

[He tries to pull her down to him for another kiss, his dick throbbing under her palm.]

[furgood]

[She gives in easily, settling back into his lap but not giving up her slow tease. She gives him a heated kiss ]

[devoutish]

[Another groan, just as stifled. He arches his hips up into hers, reaching down to try to pull off his underwear as well.]

[furgood]

[She's not helping with that, not at all. Because even if she's been persuaded to leave him be, touch wise, his hips rising up to meet hers and she has to struggle not to roll her hips down. ]

S-shoot.

[devoutish]

[He chuckles under his breath, and does it again.]

[furgood]

Don't you laugh at me. [Her admonishment is kind of dulled by how breathless she sounds. In revenge, she settles firmly onto his lap and rolls her hips in a slow determined way ]

[devoutish]

[She's without underwear, and by now he is too, so it doesn't take much - when she rolls, he angles his hips up, and the tip of his dick goes partway in.]

[furgood]

[She's wet and eager, it takes hardly anything to push inside her, only the tip at first then a little more. There a little gasp of breath and then a pause.

She swivels her hips back and then down, taking him in in one long movement]

[devoutish]

[And with that, he wraps his arms around her and takes them in a roll, pulling her close enough for him to stay in as he does. Once she's on her back, he immediately starts to thrust - not fast or hard, but smoothly and steadily.]

[furgood]

[Her arms curl around his neck as she lands on her back, dragging him in for an eager kiss. She tries to move with him, a leg crooked against his hip]

[devoutish]

[He lets out a guttural groan as he opens his mouth to her, still thrusting away steadily. The new position is easier on his back, and his thrusts have more power to them now than anything he'd done while she was on top.]

[furgood]

[Better, yes. She won't deny that agrees used to being on top but this is good as well. She rolls her hips, a low whine muffled in the kiss ]

[devoutish]

I have-- wanted-- to do this--

[He breaks his words off with another kiss, fast and deep.]

-- for a long time.

[furgood]

[She pulls away from the kiss with a breathless laugh] Me too-- but you could...[Rolls her hips ] Could have asked.

[devoutish]

I was being polite.

[He gives her a long thrust, which gets a grunt out of him, and when he pulls out from it, it's slow and languid.]

[furgood]

Fuck polite. [A gasp then a slightly too loud moan.] T-That's wonderful.

[devoutish]

[Is there really such a thing as too loud when they're alone on an island? Clearly Alfie doesn't think so, because his moan joins hers, and he slows even more, dragging.]

[furgood]

[Volume control is a rather new concept for her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he slows and she tries to force a faster rhythm even as he drags. The slowness is intense in a completely different way that she's unsure how to handle ]

[devoutish]

[The effect it's having on her is obvious, and it's enough to make him grin - but since he doesn't want to pop out completely, he picks up his thrusting again after a moment, moving in and out at a quicker pace.]

[furgood]

[Meulin wraps her leg tighter around his waist. She bites her lip and gives him a little huff at his grin. She squeezes around him]

[devoutish]

[If she's looking to get some more noise out of him, that's a good way to do it. He moans loudly when she clenches around him - combined with the thrusting, the feeling comes out like a massage on his dick, and he's very approving.]

[furgood]

[Oh Meulin practically purrs at that response. Her arms are thrown above her head, curled around a cushion, while her the rest of her is concentrated on grinding her hips against him and then squeezing as he pulls out. It takes plenty of concentration, which is a problem because it feels so nice that it keeps throwing off her rhythm. ]

[devoutish]

[And that, of course, elicits more noise from Alfie. If there were anyone else on the island, the moans echoing in the air would be a surefire hint that they were hidden away in the cabin, having vigorous sex and thoroughly enjoying themselves while doing it. They are, Alfie reflects, going to have to come out here more often. On his next thrust in, he kisses her again, mouth open against hers.]

[furgood]

[There are always benefits to having a relatively deserted island at ones fingertips. She just never thought one would be having loud sex.

Muffling her moans is only a pleasant bonus to the kiss. She arches up into it, tongue sweeping over his lip. There's so much to pay attention to, to feel, and she whines, overwhelmed ]

[devoutish]

[He picks up his pace a little, thrusting more vigorously as he kisses back.]