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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 7:36:01 GMT -5
Of course he did. Or she wouldn't be here. He slid his hand up over the fabric of her skirt, undoing it, so he could pull it off. As his own leisurely pace, of course.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 7:39:29 GMT -5
Of course.
She shifted a bit at both his hand on the skirt and taking it off. She was going to try and shift to get it off a little faster.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 7:40:24 GMT -5
He'd get her skirt off in due time. How he did enjoy teasing her.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 7:43:38 GMT -5
She was starting to get that.
For some reason, though she hadn't known him long, she felt herself getting over that female superiority; that need to prove that she was independent. With him, like right now, she found herself just letting him be in charge. A sound slipped out of her, begging him to hurry up.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 7:44:51 GMT -5
He smirked, moving so he could remove it. No more teasing. He knew what she wanted. And he was going to be nice and give it to her.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 7:48:12 GMT -5
Good.
Happy to get the skirt off, she tightened her grip on his hair, praying something was coming next.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 7:50:57 GMT -5
He ran his hand firmly up her thigh, over her waist, all the way to her neck, forcing her into a rather deep kiss.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 7:53:40 GMT -5
Her back arched even further, murmuring a desperate noise into the kiss. Arms, sliding back around the front of him, she moved her hands down, running over his chest to tug at his pants. They really had to go.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 7:55:35 GMT -5
She'd have to do more than just tug. They wouldn't come off in that manner. But he could help her, which he did. Until he was wearing less than she was.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 7:57:42 GMT -5
Hey, she was being distracted, not her fault.
Thank Merlin, she finally tossed the clothes on the floor, leaving only a pair of heels between them. Apparently he was going to leave those were they were.
Either way she really didn't care, she was busy pressing up into him again, trying to get her point across.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 8:00:44 GMT -5
He got the point. Extremely well, in fact. He busied himself with moving her legs, so he was nicely between them. He gave her a bit of a smirk as he entered.
It was a good feeling.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 8:03:43 GMT -5
Arms back around his neck, she tugged his smirk into a kiss before gasping into his lips. That was what she wanted and it felt amazing.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 19:03:23 GMT -5
And that was what he wanted. That reaction. That feeling. Being inside her, moving. Exactly what he needed.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Nov 20, 2008 19:15:31 GMT -5
She had to agree wholeheartedly. If this was how her days were going to end she could really get used to this.
Head back against the pillow, her fingers dug into his hair again, moaning softly at the new feeling. She loved that feeling.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Nov 20, 2008 19:20:32 GMT -5
It was quite the pick me up. That was for sure. Aldrick generally didn't make much noise. So any little sound that came out said a lot more than anyone else's would.
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