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[ Oh, she heard him. It's what has her grinning down at him. She keeps up the grinding, resting her forehead against his after he lets go of her lip. ]

Is that what you did? Go with your gut? That led you here and not...

[ She grinds down on him a little harder, letting out her own moan because she's already wanting more than this friction. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if they conspired together.

[He has a gravel rough laugh for her as she guides them through another round. His fingers slip down to the outside of her thighs to smooth to her ass. There he holds onto her to press and grind up with just a few layers between them. It's a natural progression to slip his hands up into the back waistline of her jeans. Of course they're form fitting and tight with barely enough room for him to inch his fingers down to feel more skin.]

[ There are a few breathy sounds as he grinds up into her like that, her forehead pressed against his and eyes closed as she savors the sensation, like a prelude of what's to come. She can feel his fingers trying to slip into her jeans and it makes her grin, knowing he isn't going to have much luck. ]

You want me to take them off?

[He tries to stifle his own breathing just to be able to hear her better. Oh damn. The stiffness in his jeans will give her plenty to work with.]

Oh yeah.

[A chuckle because jeez that will get em going.]

[ She laughs softly before leaving his lap and shaking her hair back from her face and behind her shoulders. She undoes her jeans and shoves them off in front of him. Not pulling her panties off but they were pulled lower on her hips. Grinning at him as the next song came on, she pulls her shirt off too, leaving her bra on for the moment. ]

Now you, tough guy.

[ She steps out of her jeans and leaves the clothes on the floor before moving close enough to tug at his shirt. ]

[He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her and scoots forward enough to help pull down her jeans, fingertips grazing her legs.]

Show and tell huh?

[Stupid, stupid joke he stands up and unbuttons. The zipper doesn't give him any trouble but the fit is really not as comfortable as it was when he was flaccid. Once the denim is off his hips he's tenting in his boxers. Frank kicks them off to pull off his shirt.]

Mostly show.

[ She hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers as she waits for him to remove his shirt. Once it's gone, she's grinning and leaning in to kiss his chest. Not the most muscled but he looks damn good to her. ]

[Both of his hands smooth over her hips and up her back as she comes on closer. Frank sighs and pushes back her hair though some still falls forward to slip over his skin. He's filling out well enough. A few more weeks of training and then boot camp for what they expect of him to be in fighting shape. Karen on the other hand is soft and lean. Fucking beautiful. His fingers now can freely slip back down, down to the back waistband of her panties and there's a good amount of ass to hold. And he starts to peel them away in kind.]

[ She spreads more kisses on his skin, lips brushing here and there, her fingers moving up to splay against his stomach. She feels his hands on her rear and pushes back into them, encouraging more touching. Wanting more.

She starts dragging her teeth along his collarbone, nipping and licking her way to his neck. ]

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[A shiver rolls up from his belly. Frank is remarkably careful in his urgency to remove the delicate garment, enjoying the contrast of it to her thigh. His other hand now can move to the front up between her legs.]

Fuck, Karen.

[Soft, sweet and Christ does he want her to keep kissing all over but wants her mouth again. The struggle.]

[ One hand goes down to grab his wrist when she feels him touch her sex, her moan almost a whimper. She's already wet and her cheeks flush but doesn't push his hand away. She pushes herself against it. Her other hand goes back up to his hair, dragging her mouth against his jaw. ]

Are you gonna fuck me?

[The sound makes him warmly chuckle and he works his pointer and middle finger through the wet, velvety folds of her body. Frank is the one that's moaning now. He had every design to be respectful at the start of the night, to call it a night after they had their nightcap or whatever.

Except then she had to be so irresistible.]

Lemme--lemme make sure I got a condom.

[Which he can do with one hand because fuck if he's going to quit touching her. Fumbling for his jeans now for his wallet.]

[ There's a mixture of a moan and giggle at that, her teeth grazing along his jaw before she's kissing him again. She works her hips to ride his fingers as they continue to stand. Little sounds go into the kiss because it really has been way too long since she's been with a guy and Frank was pretty much the best one she's encountered so far.

It was damn shame he was going into the Marines. But she was going to enjoy tonight while she could. A first and last hurrah. ]

[Already his heart was singing, now it's an all out opera when he finally finds the condom.]

Bed?

[Both fingers keep working, now that he's confident that they can go further. No need to put all his skills into just foreplay.]

Not that I'm picky.

[Frank leans on in and kisses her shoulder, her collar bone and gives a liberal lick before pulling back to has to get hands off for the vital second to get the condom on no matter what or where. In his head, everything is roses. This is the start of something beautiful.]

[ She gives another heavy moan as she rocks on the fingers some more, ]

Bed.

[ And then she gently gives him a playful shove. ]

Get naked, pretty boy.

[ She says as she pushes her panties off completely and then her bra before getting on the bed on her back, legs spread and teasing her nipples as she waited for him. She hadn't even noticed the next song was already on. ]

[Frank lifts his chin and gives her a smirk, pure satisfaction knowing that she's getting off on this.]

Done and done.

[She...really likes Meatloaf. The expression on his face stays as light and buoyant floating on their mutual attraction. Frank kicks away all the rest of what he's wearing. Most of it was coming off anyway. Fuck.]

Hey.

[The little lick to his bottom lip isn't an exaggeration or orchestrated motion. She literally makes his mouth water. Frank crawls above her, he can prop his weight on one hand so that he can help rub her pretty, rose red nipple. The condom is lubricated and the tip slips to rub against her clit and open pussy.]

[ There's a grin as he crawls over her and then an intake of breath as she feels him between her legs, pressing against her clit and then touching her nipple. Looking up into his eyes, ]

Hey.

[ Her hands go to his ass and she spreads her legs wider for him as she arched into his hand, ]

Show me what you're made of...

[Those blue eyes of hers are burning right into him. Frank's ass flexes under her touch and he eases on in and they find that... there's something like a size difference. Okay. Easily remedied. Means they gotta take a second. Not like he's going to stop or anything stupid like that. He kisses at her throat and now can use his hand on her tit. And wouldn't you know that having it be a little wet makes teasing her nipple even easier.]

[ There's another gasp, followed by a cut off moan. He's bigger than she realized... ]

Holy shit.

[ But she's mewling at the feel of him easing in more, the hand on her tit, her nipple getting harder. The sensation of it going right to her pussy. ]

Oh god.

[The reply back to her is more of a moan and oh yeah or fuck yeah! at any rate it's enthusiastic because it's a gorgeous tight fit. The rubber is helping the friction and slide progress naturally.]

Oh shit.

[Two words are dragged out long to fill the space as their bodies sink together. Fingers start to squeeze and stop short of all out pinching instead to just rub at the little peak.]

That's the way. Yeah... [Finally!]

[ Her hands squeeze his ass, a cheek in each hand, as her head rolls back on the pillow, moaning out something resembling 'holy fuck'. Her walls flex around him and eventually her hips are pushing against him, Karen encouraging him to start moving. She was ready for this. ]

[A long, low moan sounds just below the music from him as he relents. Once she's accommodated to him, there's not much else to do but go with it. Frank reaches to position one of her legs around his as he rolls into her. Seeing as she's enjoying his ass so much he keeps on working a flex or to into the thrust. Damn though if they don't slip together so smooth and easy now.

Lips parted as he pants and looks into her face as they find a rhythm. The heat of her body and the tension around him.]

Fuck, Karen.

[The hand on her breast comes to rest in her hair. With their bodies so close he doesn't need to work her nipple with his hand. He can feel it against his chest as they're leaning in close. Friction is getting his own on the hard side.]

[ Her head is still rolled back as he starts moving, eyes closed as she moves her hips to find that rhythm, a string of breathy sounds and soft moans coming out of her mouth. Fuck. If he keeps this up she's going to come way sooner than she would like to. Even the last guy she fucked hadn't felt this good inside her.

She opens her eyes to look at him as they start moving a little faster, her own hips moving to meet his. Her face is flushed and her eyes seem bluer as she looks up at him through her lashes. ]

More...

[ Faster, harder, whatever it means, she wants more of him. She can feel her arousal leaking out the more he thrusts into her and she makes a needy, lustful noise at the back of her throat as it registers. ]

Fuck.

[ He's going to ruin her for any other guy at this rate. ]

[Having been with a handful of girls and been privy to plenty of locker room talk, Frank knows he endowed. It's not always a given that sex is good because of it. And so he's following Karen's lead. Any and all stimulation when he's this wound up is wonderful. And holy hell is she fitted around him and it's like he was blown away to heaven. Some dark, small college boarding house heaven where they play kicked up hits.

Their eyes meet and he's got just as much of a blissed expression. Their mouths meet clumsily, beautifully as he works for a harder pace. Assuming that's what she meant by more.]

Goddamn.

[More glorious wetness, the easier it goes. She makes him feel like he's struck by lightening and he throws his weight into her to try to strike deep enough to resonate just as much.]

[ One hand stays on his ass while the other grips at his back, moaning loudly into the kiss as he starts fucking her harder. It's exactly what she wanted -- only knowing that after he started doing it.

Each thrust is punctuated by a cry bordering on wanton, her hips trying to keep up as he pounds into her until she just lets him send her further into the haze of bliss and pleasure, feeling her own orgasm building and building. She can feel her sex gush in response to her clit getting so much friction but she's not there yet. She's clinging to the ride as much as she's clinging to him. She doesn't even realize the bed is moving with them and the headboard hitting the wall. Or even that the song has changed. She's too far gone.

Curses are practically wheezed out along with his name and the repeated plea for him not to stop.

God, she's almost there. Fuck. ]

Frank! Oh god...

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