[ When Rude stands, Sam's heart sinks in her chest, just for a moment. The first halfway decent guy she's met in months, and she manages to scare him off.
(And how can she blame him? Who wouldn't be scared off, when a request as simple as "tell me about yourself" rips her apart at the seams?)
Imagine her surprise, then, when he doesn't walk away, but instead stands right next to her, with an offer to get out of this place. It's not that he didn't notice - she knows he did in the way his voice softens, in the way he tells her another drink won't help - but rather that... well, that he's a halfway decent guy. A lot may have changed for her, but her instincts are still good.
The smile on her lips is genuine, and Sam gets to her feet too, and maybe she's a little too close to him, but she doesn't mind. ]
[ It's quite the opposite. He's operating on instinct mixed with observation. She's got something heavy there that he's trying not to poke, but that thing is also what what draws him to her. Aside from her good looks, of course. There's no denying that he was attracted initially because she's so damn pretty.
Still...it's one of those times where being a decent guy, albeit a bit forceful, is the right move. He's confident about that. His large hand touches at her waist and stays there, indicating with the other to the bartender for the tab. ]
I'll pay up. Then we can get out of here.
[ The glimmer of a smirk crosses his face. This is a much better result than he'd expected for the night. Not just a girl to take home, but a genuinely interesting one. ]
[ For a moment, there's an argument on her lips, until Sam remembers that she already paid for her drinks up until the moment Rude walked into the bar. And so the argument dies off just like that, the young woman leaning into his side now as his hand finds her waist. ]
Sounds good.
[ God, now that she's standing up, she can finally get a sense of the fact that he's huge - he has to have at least a foot on her, something that's simultaneously both insanely hot and comforting.
For Sam, comfort is a big deal. His attractiveness is the cherry on top.
While she waits for him to pay, she puts her book back into her backpack and sends Ashley a quick message, letting her know that she'll check in tomorrow afternoon. ]
[ Quite a bit taller, quite a bit older, quite a bit stronger. It's probably inappropriate, but inappropriate is something that Rude has never cared much about at all. The bartender's still going to serve him no matter how many college girls he takes home and screws into the mattress.
Besides, this one? He likes. The transaction is quick, handing over a few folded bills to cover his drinks and the rest of hers. Rude just has to tuck his wallet back into his pocket and he's ready to go.
Once her backpack is secure, he sets a hand on the small of her back just below where her backpack hangs. They move out of the bar and into the much cooler night.
At times like this, he should probably talk. But he doesn't. Rude's comfortable enough with Sam already to be his usual silent self, lightly guiding her. Always touching her a little now, since things seem to be going so well. ]
[ Sam doesn't particularly care about whether this is appropriate or not; in fact, it's not even really something that's on her mind. His being quite a bit older is a plus when she finds too many guys her own age painfully immature. Taller and stronger can both go in two markedly different ways, of course, but she's felt no bad vibes, seen no warning signs that he's particularly dangerous.
Funny, for a girl who at the beginning of the conversation was ready to bash his skull in with a barstool, if she had to.
She doesn't mind the silence. It stretches between them in a way that's surprisingly not uncomfortable. In the cold air, even with her jacket and scarf, she finds herself leaning into his side a little as they walk, their shoes on the paved ground and their breathing the only real sound between them. ]
[ It wouldn't be the first time a girl had gone from wanting to kill him to wanting to screw him. He won't hold it against her. They've got an understanding now, if an unspoken one. It's an odd mixture of feelings with this girl: wanting to protect her, wanting to romance her, wanting to screw her until she forgets her name.
No reason he can't do all three. His arm slides around her waist with her continued closeness, letting their sides touch. That alone, enhanced by her scent and proximity, has his engines quickly starting to run.
The walk is short. Rude really does live only a couple of blocks from the bar. A single staircase takes them to his second-floor apartment; Rude lets go of her waist to unlock the door and usher her inside. ]
Make yourself at home.
[ It's an apartment fit for the man himself: clean, sparsely decorated, but comfortable. The only real luxuries are some workout equipment in a corner, a good leather couch and television, and a large bed visible through the open bedroom door. What few decorations he had seem vaguely Japanese - the closest he can find to Wutai around here. ]
[ It's not a long walk at all, perhaps even closer to the bar than her own place, which perhaps is something of a relief who a woman who prefers not to cross into too many shadows on the walk home. Although for once, her thoughts don't wander too much in those directions, distracted as she is by the alcohol in her system and the arm taut around her waist.
It's strange how an arm can represent so many things for her in a moment like this: strength and security come to her mind, but so too does the thought of how the muscles will flex and strain against the bed as he holds himself over her.
Sam grins. She might have had half a drink too many after all. But she's still just sober enough to know that drunk or not, she'd want this. The alcohol just gave her the courage to go through with it.
She smiles at him once he lets her inside, and moves around the main room, looking at the few decorations, the simplicity of the space. It's very him, she thinks, despite only knowing him for all of an hour.
It's also warmer than the bar or outside, and so Sam unwinds her scarf and takes off her faux-leather jacket, leaving them both draped over the couch for now. The black leggings and long-sleeved purple shirt she's wearing aren't exactly skimpy, but there's certainly less left to the imagination now. ]
[ Rude's eyes are on her, even while he moves into the kitchen area to switch on the kettle. The anticipation that had built all the way here pools and intensifies. He can't help but start forming a bulge in his pants, thinking of the very same thing: Sam underneath him, on top of him, on her knees before him.
Rude makes an executive decision. He peels off his shirt entirely, returning to her side only in his jeans. In his own house, with someone he's about to become very close to, there's no need for his habitual sunglasses either. ]
Didn't want to sound like a sleaze at the bar, but...you're real easy on the eyes.
[ He puts his hands on her waist, looking down at her with definite interest. The height difference is even more apparent at a time like this, divested of shoes and jackets - and in his case, entirely topless. 'Coffee' is just a flimsy excuse to take her home, but he thinks she might need it. He can't see a situation where she gets any sleep tonight. ]
[ Sam's brows raise when Rude comes back to her sans shirt and sunglasses. ] Someone's eager. [ Her tone is far from disapproving, though, a playful smile curving the corners of her lips, her own hands lifting to splay across his chest as his cup the sides of her waist. She feels small against him, the difference only magnified in the apartment, but not unsafe. The compliment softens the smile into something less teasing, warmer. ]
You're not so bad yourself.
[ Without the sunglasses, she finally gets a proper look at his eyes; she allows herself a moment to admire them, a thoughtful look crossing her features as she does. For someone so potentially intimidating, she can't help but think his eyes are soft and kind - for a moment she wonders if that's why he wears them all the time, but then she's not sure she can think of a reason why he'd want or need to appear intimidating. ]
[ He was in great shape while on active duty for the Turks. Having so much time on his hands only made those muscles harder. He lets her feel him up; it only gets his engine going more, those warm hands on his chest. His own drift up and over her shirt, caressing the body underneath.
Very, very quickly, that desire to be patient and good to Sam is being replaced with the desire to make her scream. A side-effect of all the blood rapidly running south. ]
Still want some coffee? Or...
[ He turns, sinking down to sit on the couch. If she wants to, he'll pull Sam with him, depositing the girl neatly on his lap. Then she'll really be able to feel the bulge she inspired.
The end of the sentence is obvious. Or can we drop the pretences and get to it? ]
[ With him standing so close to her like this, his hands exploring over the top of her shirt, Sam can't help but start to feel like she doesn't actually want coffee that much. In fact, she's only partway through convincing herself that it'll probably be useful in the long run when Rude's voice cuts through, and with that note of suggestion in his voice, it's like he's read her mind.
And when she settles on his lap a moment later, she finally understands the gravity of why. Her eyebrows raise, there's a deliberate shift of her hips against him, and a sly smile that curls the corners of her mouth. ]
Mm, guess I was right on the money when I called you 'eager', huh.
[ Her arms lift, wind around his shoulders. She was already excited, but feeling him hard and pressing against her ass has all sorts of delightful little shivers running through her, building as heat between her legs. ]
[ Now, finally, is the time. Rude lets his hands run up and down over her waist, stroking her sides with obvious enjoyment. It'd be so easy to actually get there. Remove some pants, make some movements, and he's inside of her. But first... ]
I'll make you some coffee in the morning.
[ A tacit acknowledgement that he wanted her to spend the night. Rude let a hand draw up over her waist, across her chest, and ends cupping her cheek. Without another word, he leans in, going to give her a kiss. ]
[ There's a smile in response to that, something short and a little playful before she's drawn into a kiss; for a moment she thinks about suggesting that he should just make coffee after round one - between the alcohol in her blood and the erection pressing against her ass, her own thoughts are clouded over with lust and want, and she can't see herself wanting to stop after just one round.
But the thought goes unspoken, at least for now; Sam leans into him instead, her lips parting and her tongue seeking his, one hand dropping from where it's curled around his shoulders to rest back against his chest instead, fingers spreading over the tan skin.
She certainly wouldn't complain if he decided to just take her right here, on the couch. ]
[ For now, Rude gives himself entirely over to instinct and impulse. He wants Sam - that much is blindingly obvious, even in an impassive man like him. Maybe there'll be a break after the first round, maybe he'll work her hard all night. All he really knows so far is that he doesn't intend to let her leave before morning.
Maybe not even after that. Kissing her deeply, holding her head in a large, strong hand, he indulges himself entirely.
Doing it right here sounds better every moment. The swelling bulge she's sitting on only grows larger, threatening Sam with a member just as big as the man she's currently seated on. ]
Sam... [ He groans her name into her mouth, muffled by their tongue sliding over one another. His other hand slides down to grab her rear and tug her down more firmly onto his crotch. Even more telling how badly he's wanting it. Wanting her. ]
[ His groan is met with a pleased sound of her own; another follows it in the next moment when he tugs her down against his arousal, and it's with a soft gasp that she breaks the kiss with a nip of her teeth against his lower lip, breath already too short as she hovers close enough that their lips brush against each other as she talks. ]
You might have to go a little easy on me, big guy. [ A deliberate shift of her hips against his crotch. ] It's been a while.
[ An embarrassingly long while, if she's honest. And even like this, she can feel how well-endowed he is. Another shift of her hips, and she leans in to continue their kiss, a low moan on her lips. Despite the hint of worry in her words, there's a growing heat between her legs, a wetness at the junction of her thighs that has her wanting to squirm. ]
[ He's getting the distinct impression that he won't be able to go easy, once he's inside her...but that's a thought for later. Reassuring her costs nothing. He slides his hands up to rub her arms, catching her eyes in amidst all the kisses. ]
I think you'd better get me out. [ He tilts and lowers his head, kissing a few times along her neck. ] Not sure how much longer I can wait.
[ There's practicalities to think of, he supposes. He's very well-endowed, she's out of practice, and a petite one besides...and honestly, even thinking of it entices him further. It's nothing that the right position can't fix. ]
[ There's a smirk at the corner of her lips, a quirk of her brows in response to his words, a hint of a tease that she can't quite help, even as she shifts (regrettably) off his lap just enough that she can drop her hands to reach for the fastenings of his pants.
She works blind, head tilting back to give his lips better access to the line of her throat as her fingers flick over the fastening button, the zipper. One hand works the waistband of his pants over his hips, the other dipping under the elastic of his underwear; her fingers curl around his length, smooth strokes of her fingers as she frees him, and Sam's head drops once more, eyes meeting his. ]
So don't wait, then.
[ Even with the practicalities to think of, the worries she herself put voice to mere moments ago, she doesn't want to wait either. ]
[ Rude puffed out a laugh, breath washing out over her skin. That was just the kind of bluntness he liked. ]
Don't need to tell me twice.
[ Comparing the size of the two of them was a potent ego boost. Rude ran his hands over her ass again, giving a brief squeeze before finding her waistband. He began to try and tug down her pants, freeing her in turn. It's awkward and fumbling, working with a lot of strange angles, and not terribly successful. ]
Much as I like you on my lap, Sam, I think we've got to stand and strip off if we wanna stop waiting.
[ She can't help the soft groan that escapes when Rude tells her she'll need to move; even knowing that it's necessary, there's a part of her that just doesn't want to. ]
You drive a hard bargain, Rude.
[ It's a complaint, but one said with a smile. The truth is, she wants him more than she wants to continue sitting in his lap, and so she presses another kiss against his lips before she stands. For a moment, she reaches for him, thinking to pull him with her, but instead she grabs the waistband of her purple shirt, pulling it up and over her head. The shirt is left over the side of the couch, her leggings following it, leaving her in the plain white of her bra and panties. It's here that she pauses, watching him, eyes questioning. ]
Well?
[ She doesn't need the approval, of course. But there's a part of her that wants to see the look in his eyes as he admires her. ]
[ The long, pleased rumble of attraction that rises from his throat really says it all. She's not quite bare yet, but he loves everything that he sees. There's no sunglasses in the way now. Sam can see exactly how his eyes trace over her curves, drinking in every bit. ]
You're in great shape, Sam.
[ Exactly the compliment a musclehead like him might give. He rises to follow her example. Removing his pants is much easier: unzip, pull down, bringing his underwear with it. The relief of finally letting his cock out prompts another pleased groan. She can tell without a doubt now exactly how much he admires her.
He can't help but reach out. Rude runs his hands up her sides, caressing her waist, making his way up to her chest. ]
Don't know how you didn't have every man in that bar fighting to take you home.
[ A smile forms anew on her lips at the sound he makes, the look in his eyes, the way that they trace over her form. It's exactly the reaction she wanted from him, the whole reason that she stopped to show off in the first place. His response is more than worthwhile too, a pleased light in her own gaze when he pushes his pants and underwear down in that singular motion, revealing in full the hard swell of his cock. She feels her breath catch in her throat - fuck, he's big - as she steps back into him, hips pressing against his. ]
Some of them have tried.
[ Sam grins at him, but doesn't elaborate further. She's sure that it says enough on its own, a nod to the fact that she wouldn't let just anyone take her home. Even as his hands run up toward her chest, she unhooks the back of her bra, pulling it over her shoulders to toss it behind her, another push of her hips against him, her breath finally escaping her in a low groan. ]
[ It's going to be a very tight fit. Rude can't wait to try. ]
Lucky me.
[ He dips his head down and kisses her again. For at least a few more moments, Rude's content to leave his cock pressing hot and hard against her stomach, focusing instead on making out with her some more. His hands slide up, now fondling her bare breasts.
Very, very lucky indeed. Rude isn't terribly surprised he succeeded - looking like he does in this town means fielding more than a few horny college girls of his own - but he still feels terribly fortunate to be the one tonight.
Hopefully more than tonight, he absently thinks, lips straying from hers to kiss a line down her neck. This felt like a lot more than a one-night stand already. ]
[ Rude may be content, even just for the moment, but Sam is not; she shows as much with another push of her hips against him, a low moan of pleasure on her lips as she tilts her head back, eyes fluttering closed in response to those kisses. It's with the hope of egging him on that her hand drops between them, small hand wrapping around his large cock, fingers tracing the length even as her hips continue to rock up against him.
She's not thinking about what it means right now, at least not past tonight. But there's a feeling in her gut, a trust she doesn't give in to easily - she wouldn't be here without it. The fingers of her free hand run up and over his chest, anchoring on the back of his head, sliding over the skin. ]
Speaking of "not sure how much longer I can wait"...
[ It's a confusing muddle of desires, fogged up with a great deal of lust. He wants to take his time running his tongue and hands over every inch of his body; in the same thought, he wants to skip all that and pin her down, pounding her until she's overflowing with him. He wants to fuck her in a dozen different positions, all at the same time.
No. He has to calm down. Rude flashes an apologetic look, tempered by the pleasure of feeling her small, soft hand against his rigid flesh. ]
Want to get on top, or lay back?
[ Whatever the position, he knew he wanted to keep looking at that pretty face. ]
[ She laughs - there's no need for him to apologize - she's about to tell him as much when the question follows it, and then it's her turn to be confused, caught in the muddle of wanting everything all at once.
She was serious before, when she told him that she might need him to go easy on her; the weight of him in her hand does nothing to take away from that knowledge, the idea that perhaps being on top is the safest, allowing her to guide the interaction to some degree. And yet, guided by lust and want as she is, the temptation is strong to just invite Rude to have his way with her.
It takes her a few too many seconds to process, her mind running over the different options with no small measure of delighted want, before she leans into him a little more closely, her lips hovering against his. ]
Do your worst, Rude.
[ The words come before she even realizes she's made a decision, a grin against his lips before she takes a step back toward the couch. ]
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(And how can she blame him? Who wouldn't be scared off, when a request as simple as "tell me about yourself" rips her apart at the seams?)
Imagine her surprise, then, when he doesn't walk away, but instead stands right next to her, with an offer to get out of this place. It's not that he didn't notice - she knows he did in the way his voice softens, in the way he tells her another drink won't help - but rather that... well, that he's a halfway decent guy. A lot may have changed for her, but her instincts are still good.
The smile on her lips is genuine, and Sam gets to her feet too, and maybe she's a little too close to him, but she doesn't mind. ]
I'd like that, Rude.
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Still...it's one of those times where being a decent guy, albeit a bit forceful, is the right move. He's confident about that. His large hand touches at her waist and stays there, indicating with the other to the bartender for the tab. ]
I'll pay up. Then we can get out of here.
[ The glimmer of a smirk crosses his face. This is a much better result than he'd expected for the night. Not just a girl to take home, but a genuinely interesting one. ]
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Sounds good.
[ God, now that she's standing up, she can finally get a sense of the fact that he's huge - he has to have at least a foot on her, something that's simultaneously both insanely hot and comforting.
For Sam, comfort is a big deal. His attractiveness is the cherry on top.
While she waits for him to pay, she puts her book back into her backpack and sends Ashley a quick message, letting her know that she'll check in tomorrow afternoon. ]
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Besides, this one? He likes. The transaction is quick, handing over a few folded bills to cover his drinks and the rest of hers. Rude just has to tuck his wallet back into his pocket and he's ready to go.
Once her backpack is secure, he sets a hand on the small of her back just below where her backpack hangs. They move out of the bar and into the much cooler night.
At times like this, he should probably talk. But he doesn't. Rude's comfortable enough with Sam already to be his usual silent self, lightly guiding her. Always touching her a little now, since things seem to be going so well. ]
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Funny, for a girl who at the beginning of the conversation was ready to bash his skull in with a barstool, if she had to.
She doesn't mind the silence. It stretches between them in a way that's surprisingly not uncomfortable. In the cold air, even with her jacket and scarf, she finds herself leaning into his side a little as they walk, their shoes on the paved ground and their breathing the only real sound between them. ]
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No reason he can't do all three. His arm slides around her waist with her continued closeness, letting their sides touch. That alone, enhanced by her scent and proximity, has his engines quickly starting to run.
The walk is short. Rude really does live only a couple of blocks from the bar. A single staircase takes them to his second-floor apartment; Rude lets go of her waist to unlock the door and usher her inside. ]
Make yourself at home.
[ It's an apartment fit for the man himself: clean, sparsely decorated, but comfortable. The only real luxuries are some workout equipment in a corner, a good leather couch and television, and a large bed visible through the open bedroom door. What few decorations he had seem vaguely Japanese - the closest he can find to Wutai around here. ]
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It's strange how an arm can represent so many things for her in a moment like this: strength and security come to her mind, but so too does the thought of how the muscles will flex and strain against the bed as he holds himself over her.
Sam grins. She might have had half a drink too many after all. But she's still just sober enough to know that drunk or not, she'd want this. The alcohol just gave her the courage to go through with it.
She smiles at him once he lets her inside, and moves around the main room, looking at the few decorations, the simplicity of the space. It's very him, she thinks, despite only knowing him for all of an hour.
It's also warmer than the bar or outside, and so Sam unwinds her scarf and takes off her faux-leather jacket, leaving them both draped over the couch for now. The black leggings and long-sleeved purple shirt she's wearing aren't exactly skimpy, but there's certainly less left to the imagination now. ]
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Rude makes an executive decision. He peels off his shirt entirely, returning to her side only in his jeans. In his own house, with someone he's about to become very close to, there's no need for his habitual sunglasses either. ]
Didn't want to sound like a sleaze at the bar, but...you're real easy on the eyes.
[ He puts his hands on her waist, looking down at her with definite interest. The height difference is even more apparent at a time like this, divested of shoes and jackets - and in his case, entirely topless. 'Coffee' is just a flimsy excuse to take her home, but he thinks she might need it. He can't see a situation where she gets any sleep tonight. ]
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You're not so bad yourself.
[ Without the sunglasses, she finally gets a proper look at his eyes; she allows herself a moment to admire them, a thoughtful look crossing her features as she does. For someone so potentially intimidating, she can't help but think his eyes are soft and kind - for a moment she wonders if that's why he wears them all the time, but then she's not sure she can think of a reason why he'd want or need to appear intimidating. ]
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[ He was in great shape while on active duty for the Turks. Having so much time on his hands only made those muscles harder. He lets her feel him up; it only gets his engine going more, those warm hands on his chest. His own drift up and over her shirt, caressing the body underneath.
Very, very quickly, that desire to be patient and good to Sam is being replaced with the desire to make her scream. A side-effect of all the blood rapidly running south. ]
Still want some coffee? Or...
[ He turns, sinking down to sit on the couch. If she wants to, he'll pull Sam with him, depositing the girl neatly on his lap. Then she'll really be able to feel the bulge she inspired.
The end of the sentence is obvious. Or can we drop the pretences and get to it? ]
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And when she settles on his lap a moment later, she finally understands the gravity of why. Her eyebrows raise, there's a deliberate shift of her hips against him, and a sly smile that curls the corners of her mouth. ]
Mm, guess I was right on the money when I called you 'eager', huh.
[ Her arms lift, wind around his shoulders. She was already excited, but feeling him hard and pressing against her ass has all sorts of delightful little shivers running through her, building as heat between her legs. ]
How about we forget the coffee?
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[ Now, finally, is the time. Rude lets his hands run up and down over her waist, stroking her sides with obvious enjoyment. It'd be so easy to actually get there. Remove some pants, make some movements, and he's inside of her. But first... ]
I'll make you some coffee in the morning.
[ A tacit acknowledgement that he wanted her to spend the night. Rude let a hand draw up over her waist, across her chest, and ends cupping her cheek. Without another word, he leans in, going to give her a kiss. ]
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But the thought goes unspoken, at least for now; Sam leans into him instead, her lips parting and her tongue seeking his, one hand dropping from where it's curled around his shoulders to rest back against his chest instead, fingers spreading over the tan skin.
She certainly wouldn't complain if he decided to just take her right here, on the couch. ]
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Maybe not even after that. Kissing her deeply, holding her head in a large, strong hand, he indulges himself entirely.
Doing it right here sounds better every moment. The swelling bulge she's sitting on only grows larger, threatening Sam with a member just as big as the man she's currently seated on. ]
Sam... [ He groans her name into her mouth, muffled by their tongue sliding over one another. His other hand slides down to grab her rear and tug her down more firmly onto his crotch. Even more telling how badly he's wanting it. Wanting her. ]
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You might have to go a little easy on me, big guy. [ A deliberate shift of her hips against his crotch. ] It's been a while.
[ An embarrassingly long while, if she's honest. And even like this, she can feel how well-endowed he is. Another shift of her hips, and she leans in to continue their kiss, a low moan on her lips. Despite the hint of worry in her words, there's a growing heat between her legs, a wetness at the junction of her thighs that has her wanting to squirm. ]
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[ He's getting the distinct impression that he won't be able to go easy, once he's inside her...but that's a thought for later. Reassuring her costs nothing. He slides his hands up to rub her arms, catching her eyes in amidst all the kisses. ]
I think you'd better get me out. [ He tilts and lowers his head, kissing a few times along her neck. ] Not sure how much longer I can wait.
[ There's practicalities to think of, he supposes. He's very well-endowed, she's out of practice, and a petite one besides...and honestly, even thinking of it entices him further. It's nothing that the right position can't fix. ]
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She works blind, head tilting back to give his lips better access to the line of her throat as her fingers flick over the fastening button, the zipper. One hand works the waistband of his pants over his hips, the other dipping under the elastic of his underwear; her fingers curl around his length, smooth strokes of her fingers as she frees him, and Sam's head drops once more, eyes meeting his. ]
So don't wait, then.
[ Even with the practicalities to think of, the worries she herself put voice to mere moments ago, she doesn't want to wait either. ]
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Don't need to tell me twice.
[ Comparing the size of the two of them was a potent ego boost. Rude ran his hands over her ass again, giving a brief squeeze before finding her waistband. He began to try and tug down her pants, freeing her in turn. It's awkward and fumbling, working with a lot of strange angles, and not terribly successful. ]
Much as I like you on my lap, Sam, I think we've got to stand and strip off if we wanna stop waiting.
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You drive a hard bargain, Rude.
[ It's a complaint, but one said with a smile. The truth is, she wants him more than she wants to continue sitting in his lap, and so she presses another kiss against his lips before she stands. For a moment, she reaches for him, thinking to pull him with her, but instead she grabs the waistband of her purple shirt, pulling it up and over her head. The shirt is left over the side of the couch, her leggings following it, leaving her in the plain white of her bra and panties. It's here that she pauses, watching him, eyes questioning. ]
Well?
[ She doesn't need the approval, of course. But there's a part of her that wants to see the look in his eyes as he admires her. ]
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[ The long, pleased rumble of attraction that rises from his throat really says it all. She's not quite bare yet, but he loves everything that he sees. There's no sunglasses in the way now. Sam can see exactly how his eyes trace over her curves, drinking in every bit. ]
You're in great shape, Sam.
[ Exactly the compliment a musclehead like him might give. He rises to follow her example. Removing his pants is much easier: unzip, pull down, bringing his underwear with it. The relief of finally letting his cock out prompts another pleased groan. She can tell without a doubt now exactly how much he admires her.
He can't help but reach out. Rude runs his hands up her sides, caressing her waist, making his way up to her chest. ]
Don't know how you didn't have every man in that bar fighting to take you home.
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Some of them have tried.
[ Sam grins at him, but doesn't elaborate further. She's sure that it says enough on its own, a nod to the fact that she wouldn't let just anyone take her home. Even as his hands run up toward her chest, she unhooks the back of her bra, pulling it over her shoulders to toss it behind her, another push of her hips against him, her breath finally escaping her in a low groan. ]
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Lucky me.
[ He dips his head down and kisses her again. For at least a few more moments, Rude's content to leave his cock pressing hot and hard against her stomach, focusing instead on making out with her some more. His hands slide up, now fondling her bare breasts.
Very, very lucky indeed. Rude isn't terribly surprised he succeeded - looking like he does in this town means fielding more than a few horny college girls of his own - but he still feels terribly fortunate to be the one tonight.
Hopefully more than tonight, he absently thinks, lips straying from hers to kiss a line down her neck. This felt like a lot more than a one-night stand already. ]
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She's not thinking about what it means right now, at least not past tonight. But there's a feeling in her gut, a trust she doesn't give in to easily - she wouldn't be here without it. The fingers of her free hand run up and over his chest, anchoring on the back of his head, sliding over the skin. ]
Speaking of "not sure how much longer I can wait"...
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[ It's a confusing muddle of desires, fogged up with a great deal of lust. He wants to take his time running his tongue and hands over every inch of his body; in the same thought, he wants to skip all that and pin her down, pounding her until she's overflowing with him. He wants to fuck her in a dozen different positions, all at the same time.
No. He has to calm down. Rude flashes an apologetic look, tempered by the pleasure of feeling her small, soft hand against his rigid flesh. ]
Want to get on top, or lay back?
[ Whatever the position, he knew he wanted to keep looking at that pretty face. ]
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She was serious before, when she told him that she might need him to go easy on her; the weight of him in her hand does nothing to take away from that knowledge, the idea that perhaps being on top is the safest, allowing her to guide the interaction to some degree. And yet, guided by lust and want as she is, the temptation is strong to just invite Rude to have his way with her.
It takes her a few too many seconds to process, her mind running over the different options with no small measure of delighted want, before she leans into him a little more closely, her lips hovering against his. ]
Do your worst, Rude.
[ The words come before she even realizes she's made a decision, a grin against his lips before she takes a step back toward the couch. ]
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