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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.]

[furgood]

[Her concentration is shot, she's literally and metaphorically just holding on for the ride. Her ankles link behind his back, pulling and encouraging his thrusts.

She breaks away from the kiss to catch a breath, a smile on her lips until the next thrust gets a moan ]

[devoutish]

[His moan echoes hers, though he's moaning regularly now, not bothering to try to hide his pleasure. With one last vigorous thrust and a pleasured grunt, he stops moving, trying to roll them again. Her turn now.]

[furgood]

[She makes the most pitiful sound until she realizes what he's attempting to do. She rolls with him, nearly falling off the poor couch that wasnt made for such things, but settling astride him.

She lifts slowly, teasing, before pushing back down and setting a vigorous pace. Thank goodness she's active]

B...Better?

[devoutish]

[He's still a little distracted by the feel of the roll and the new position, both of which had changed the pressure on his dick in all sorts of interesting ways. In answer, he tugs her down to him, kissing up her upper chest and neck before finding her lips again.]

[furgood]

[She'll take that as a probably. Her hips rock, trying to find that perfect angle and her hands grip the couch arm to steady her movements. Kissing back is harder but more heated and desperate ]

[devoutish]

You're beautiful.

[He breathes against her skin.]

[furgood]

[Is it possibly to feel hotter? Maybe. But she just can't find it in herself to be shy about something when she's like this. Her voice is breathy, all that movement she's not stopping] Thank you. [She catches him for another quick hot kiss ] You're handsome. I don't think I've told you that.

sliiiiiides back into post-hiatus tags

[devoutish]

Well, it's kind of you to say so, at least.

[There's a teasing lilt to the words - he's not unconfident about his looks. But there's a note of truth to them too, because he's aware of how his time in Norfinbury had affected him: it had grayed his hair, put a few more lines on his face, and added more stoop to his shoulders.]

Gasp wb

[furgood]

Oh please.

[Sure he's older than her but he's still handsome. She runs her hand through his hair in a rush and meets his eyes.] I only speak the truth. [Another quick kiss]

[She pulls herself upright, pushing her hair back and laughing. Her hips move in a slow rhythm still but she's more trying to twist back her hair ] N-Next time hair ties.