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[ 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...

[The way she's got a hold on him he could bruise. No complaints though. It keeps him in reality. And the more they go on, the more the headboard hits the wall. Frank is heaving and moaning at the end of each punctuated thrust. Getting there himself. Damn, how can he not? Karen sounds and feels, so fucking sweet and beautiful. Can something be erotic and gorgeous all at once? Cuz that's her. Blonde hair stuck to her forehead as he leans in, lowering to his elbows and trying to reach to save the neighbors by pressing his hand between the slots in the headboard. Doesn't do much. Whoops.]

Yeah!

[He can feel it, the way her body pulses and it makes him shiver.]

[ She gets louder, her cries more desperate. Her head flails back, eyes squeezed shut as she can feel herself almost at the end, all of it about to reach a crescendo she hasn't experienced in far too long (and certainly not this intensely).

She chants his name, encouraging him with 'yes's, mouth open and panting, back arching and breasts pressed against his chest. Nails dig into his back and there it is. She nearly screams, her hips rocking erratically as her orgasm rips through her and out onto him. Her walls clench tightly and pull him deeper as the waves roll out, out.

Eventually, her leg slips off him as her body seems to melt back onto the bed after it's over. ]

[And this is where he really keeps at it, going after her with an intensity that matches her unabashed passion. Low tones that sort of resemble her name. Karen or dammit. He means it, through and through. Because she's got such a hold on him. And if the feeling wasn't enough she's gorgeous below him lost in her orgasm. He can't quite watch for long, just as she's coming on down Frank hits his own release and comes apart above her. The beautiful tension of her walls around him and the fantastic ache in his hips carry him through until he lowers onto her slowly to rest over Karen.]

...shit.

[ There's a slow whimper that slips out at feeling him move inside her some more, all of her exhausted and wonderfully sensitive all over. She doesn't even notice how her arms wrap around him when he comes down from his own. It just happens... naturally.

Eyes closed, her breathing slows and she feels so calm, so content like this. When has that ever been the case before?

She doesn't even notice the music still playing until it registers it's calmed down as much as they have. Slowly, she rubs a hand up and down Frank's back, not minding the sweat she feels there. ]

You okay?

[Body to body, no movement save for their labored breathing that is making it's way to a calm. Frank hasn't felt this comfortable, this real or raw with anyone in some time. He nuzzles her cheek and presses his face further against her neck. A shiver of sensation now and again wriggles in his hips.]

More than okay.

[This has got to be something close to what perfection feels like. Frank lifts his head and stares into her face.]

You?

[ The nuzzling makes something push in her chest and she closes her eyes and allowing herself to think about sweet he is. Or seems to be. She's never felt this way with a guy before. Especially after just one date.

Shit.

But then he's looking at her and she opens her eyes to look back at brown eyes and she feels herself smile. ]

Yeah.

[ Adding, ]

Well, I mean, it as pretty good.

[ Which she can't even keep a straight face though at saying that was just "pretty good". She mostly just wanted to see his reaction. ]

[Pretty good gets her a chuckle and a head shake. Pretty good. Frank licks his lips and sighs.]

This mean you'd prefer some direct stimulation?

[He lowers his head to press his wetted lips to Karen's in a slow, melting kiss. His tongue brushes her lower lip and he gently, gently pulls back up. Gotta toss the condom while he's hard or else it's going to really make a disaster.]

[ She giggles softly into the kiss but returns it with just as much heat before he pulls away. She doesn't really want to let him go but knows she has to. For now.

The air hits her sweaty skin but she doesn't bother to cover herself, remaining spread out on the bed, oddly comfortable in his presence like this. ]

Don't want it to go to your head on the first round.

[Pulling back he grips the condom and ties it off. No spill. He looks around for a trash to toss it into. That done he comes on back to the bed. How can he not? She's practically basking.]

The second?

[No condom but doesn't mean that it's all at an end. Frank's lips find hers as his palm spreads down to rest below her belly button.]

Still feel sensitive?

If you think you can handle a second.

[ She stretches out on the bed lazily while he's gone and then grins up at him once he's back. She hums into the kiss before tugging on his bottom lip, feeling blissed out still. ]

Yeah.

What makes you think I couldn't?

[He snickers and reaches up to push her hair back. Frank stays close to her, not bothering to move any further from when the kiss ends. The proximity makes it hard to meet her eyes but they can still stay near and kiss.]

Okay.

[Rather than trying to reach anywhere else he keeps his hand smoothing over her hip, her stomach.]

[ Against his lips, her eyes are starting to drift closed, feeling like she could go to sleep like this. ]

I don't know. I haven't seen you in action till just now.

And--?

[Not fishing for compliments. More like trying to draw this out into a conversation. Though he can see how comfortable she is. Hard not to, the bed, the way his body feels in the wake of their fucking.]

At least you've enjoyed yourself.

[ She stretches again and shifts to where she's a little on her side, almost snuggled up to him, eyes still closed. ]

M'yeah.

[ Definitely losing the fight to sleep right now. ]

[He says nothing because really, no words come into his head. His mind and heart are a beautifully warm and blank slate. Normally that would be terrifying, no thoughts, no wishes, no worries. The now is the very best place Frank has. Distantly there's voices and footsteps. It's an apartment complex after all. Here in the dark with her music playing, it's a separate and calm little universe. Is this what it's like with her every night? He reaches for blankets and pulls them over their bodies

Just a few moments, he says. Except the calm is contagious.]

[ Some nights she plays music to help herself go to sleep, usually at a low volume so it doesn't bother her roommates. But tonight, the extra warmth of another body - and someone she is perfectly content to fall asleep next to - is something of a rarity for her. She sleeps for maybe an hour or so, the tape having stopped in the stereo, and only music from Colleen's room being played at a low volume.

She stirs and realizes her arm is around... that guy is still here? In the dark, the light from the street light outside giving the barest amount of light to see by. She stretches against him and moves her hand up into his hair, ]

You stayed?

[Frank's not sure when he drifts off. He just does. The apartment is not in a noisy neighborhood. And the roommate situation really is considerate. Music from the other room down low is not enough to wake him. It's the movement at his side that has him stirring to wakefulness. Frank stifles a yawn behind his hand.]

I did.

[Though it seems to be something to be surprised about. Curious. He tilts his head and leans in to brush his mouth over her's.]

[ She's very surprised by it. Against his lips, ]

You didn't have to...

[ Other guys never did. So, she'll kiss him more fully for that much. ]

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