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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[devoutish]

No, no.

[Moving his own hips at a more languid pace, he reaches up to try to comb his fingers through her hair, aiming to free it.]

It's beautiful.

[furgood]

[She huffs but lets it fall free ] it's getting everywhere. You'll find it in your bed later, just wait.

[devoutish]

[He tosses some of it back over her shoulder, letting it fall over her breasts.]

There. Breathtaking.

[furgood]

Obsessed. [She half smiles and runs a hand down his chest. Then she increase the speed of her movements, bracing her hands on his hips ] Then you can watch better like this?

[devoutish]

I can--

[He breaks off into a moan, then grins, trying again.]

Yeah, I can.

[furgood]

Oh good. [Breathless but pleased ] want you to enjoy yourself.

[devoutish]

[As if he could not be enjoying himself right now. It's harder from the bottom, but he gives her an extra-vigorous thrust up.]

[furgood]

Mn! [She clings tighter to his hips and closes her eyes. She's not sure how long she can keep up a faster pace but she's damn sure trying.
Her nails dig into his hips a little, hopefully he doesn't mind ]

[devoutish]

[It's a good reaction, though. Ducking his head, he busies himself with planting kisses wherever he can - her lips, her neck, the upper curves of her breasts.]

[furgood]

[When he kisses her lips, she chases them, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back with a gasp.]

[devoutish]

I'm not far off--

[He warns her, skimming his hands down her sides to rest them on her hips.]

[furgood]

[A quick nod is all the acknowledgment that gets. That and she seems all the more determined, biting back her moans and closing her eyes to concentrate ]