[ 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. ]
[ For all those muscles and studied calm, he can be real awkward at times. Those four words, though...that's the biggest green light he's ever had the pleasure to see. ]
All right, Sam.
[ He moves with her, guiding her until she's laying down as much as the couch will allow. His cock quivers in the air, stiff and eager, just above her. Rude lets her get a good look at it from below, another reminder of how deep inside that thing is gonna go, before his hands close around her ankles.
Hopefully she's at least a little flexible. Rude bends her legs up and back as far as they'll go, folding the petite blonde up until her pussy is raised up in offerance to him. A low, pleased rumble comes from the back of his throat, looking down at her. He grinds his cock against her pussy a few times, testing the waters. ]
I'll give you a break in a couple of hours. Tell whoever you need to that you're not coming home tonight.
[ He angles himself back, prodding the head into her folds. She can hook her legs back as she pleases. His hand in on her hip now, keeping her in position...and then he's easing himself inside, giving shallow thrusts to start opening her up and allow himself deeper in. ]
[ There's a moment there, when she's lying back on the couch and he's standing over her, cock hard and waiting, that Sam worries that she's made a terrible mistake. Like this, he looks even more imposing, and there's a strange build of anxiety in the back of her throat even as she feels a pulse of want between her legs.
She's flexible enough, the push of her legs not enough of a stretch to bother her, and the part of her that wants to close her eyes is overwhelmed by the part that wants to see every reaction to her play out on his face - and perhaps allow him to see hers, because his comment makes her eyes open wide, the surprise evident on her face for a few moments before she finds the words to reply. ]
A couple hours?
[ She might sound incredulous, but the grin comes back to her lips moments later, a pleased moan on her lips when he works to ease himself inside her. He's big enough that it's going to take her a moment to adjust; thankfully he's patient with her, perhaps even more patient than she wants. It's everything she can do not to arch her hips up against him; she does wrap her legs around his waist though when he lets go of his ankles, ready to tug him closer once she gets used to his girth. ]
Sounds like you're gonna be — mm — keeping me pretty busy.
[ With how he looms over her, the little things like her legs around his waist are reassuring. Rude has her ass lifted high enough that he's thrusting down, instead of forward; each push works to open her up a little more, letting him feed another inch into her body.
He could use his strength and just force it all inside. He probably should. After all that time at the bar concealing the raging hard-on that Sam had inspired, Rude's pretty sure the most pleasurable option would make him cum on the spot. Then she'd really see how big he was talking right now. ]
I get the feeling you're not gonna let me go soft.
[ The pumps downwards begin to take on a more pronounced rhythm. He's got enough stuffed inside her that he can slide out, almost to the tip, then ram back in again. Back and forth, bracing Sam's body against the couch, fucking her into the cushions. ]
[ His words make Sam groan again, and for a moment her eyes flutter closed, breath catching before she forces them back open again. She wants to see him, even though it's a physical effort to not collapse back into the couch with a moan; it's been long enough that she feels oversensitive and desperate, and even with him taking her inch by inch she's not entirely sure she'll last too long.
Once he's pushing into her with a steadier rhythm, her ankles lock tighter around his waist, pulling him more firmly against her with each thrust in, her fingers reaching to find purchases on his wrists, holding him as if it will help her to ground herself as every movement he make pushes her into the couch. ]
Challenge accepted. [ Somehow, she manages to get that out between the sounds she's making, her voice huskier than normal, a smile playing on her lips right before it's broken by another gasp. ] A-ah, shit. Right there, Rude..
[ With her leg-lock so tight, there's nowhere to go but even deeper inside of her. Rude tries to bottom out with each thrust. The pump and slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, encouraging Rude along just as much as Sam's pleasured moans.
He must be doing something right. She looks very pleased right now. ]
Right there?
[ Rude shifts himself, trying to zero in on that spot. The more he gets used to this, the more he wants. He gradually increases the force and pace, pressing her down into the couch until she's nearly swallowed by the cushions. ]
[ She can't help it; as much as she wants to watch him, her eyes eventually sink shut, fingers closing tighter on his wrists, sliding up over his arms. "Pleased" is something of an understatement, especially as he focuses in on that one spot that makes her closed eyes roll back, her hips arch up against him. ]
Y-yeah.
[ The confirmation is voiced in a weak moan, her teasing attitude quickly failing in the face of how good he's making her feel, especially when it's been such a long time for her, especially when she feels like she's going to disappear into the couch from the force of his movements against her. ]
[ Rude isn't holding back, now that they've come this far. He doesn't think that he can. Even if it means fucking Sam into the couch, the force and depth of his thrusts don't slow, chasing his own pleasure as well as her own. ]
Okay. Just hold on, then...
[ He's willing to take the reins, to get her there first while she's in whatever world is behind those closed eyes. Rude gets the feeling this girl's not going to lie back the whole time.
And besides, it's a very pleasing sight. Rude knows he's rolling the dice with his own stamina, going this hard and deep nonstop, but Sam so deeply pleasured against his own couch is just so good. He picks up the pace even more, sending a rapid flesh-slapping sound echoing through his apartment. ]
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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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All right, Sam.
[ He moves with her, guiding her until she's laying down as much as the couch will allow. His cock quivers in the air, stiff and eager, just above her. Rude lets her get a good look at it from below, another reminder of how deep inside that thing is gonna go, before his hands close around her ankles.
Hopefully she's at least a little flexible. Rude bends her legs up and back as far as they'll go, folding the petite blonde up until her pussy is raised up in offerance to him. A low, pleased rumble comes from the back of his throat, looking down at her. He grinds his cock against her pussy a few times, testing the waters. ]
I'll give you a break in a couple of hours. Tell whoever you need to that you're not coming home tonight.
[ He angles himself back, prodding the head into her folds. She can hook her legs back as she pleases. His hand in on her hip now, keeping her in position...and then he's easing himself inside, giving shallow thrusts to start opening her up and allow himself deeper in. ]
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She's flexible enough, the push of her legs not enough of a stretch to bother her, and the part of her that wants to close her eyes is overwhelmed by the part that wants to see every reaction to her play out on his face - and perhaps allow him to see hers, because his comment makes her eyes open wide, the surprise evident on her face for a few moments before she finds the words to reply. ]
A couple hours?
[ She might sound incredulous, but the grin comes back to her lips moments later, a pleased moan on her lips when he works to ease himself inside her. He's big enough that it's going to take her a moment to adjust; thankfully he's patient with her, perhaps even more patient than she wants. It's everything she can do not to arch her hips up against him; she does wrap her legs around his waist though when he lets go of his ankles, ready to tug him closer once she gets used to his girth. ]
Sounds like you're gonna be — mm — keeping me pretty busy.
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[ With how he looms over her, the little things like her legs around his waist are reassuring. Rude has her ass lifted high enough that he's thrusting down, instead of forward; each push works to open her up a little more, letting him feed another inch into her body.
He could use his strength and just force it all inside. He probably should. After all that time at the bar concealing the raging hard-on that Sam had inspired, Rude's pretty sure the most pleasurable option would make him cum on the spot. Then she'd really see how big he was talking right now. ]
I get the feeling you're not gonna let me go soft.
[ The pumps downwards begin to take on a more pronounced rhythm. He's got enough stuffed inside her that he can slide out, almost to the tip, then ram back in again. Back and forth, bracing Sam's body against the couch, fucking her into the cushions. ]
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Once he's pushing into her with a steadier rhythm, her ankles lock tighter around his waist, pulling him more firmly against her with each thrust in, her fingers reaching to find purchases on his wrists, holding him as if it will help her to ground herself as every movement he make pushes her into the couch. ]
Challenge accepted. [ Somehow, she manages to get that out between the sounds she's making, her voice huskier than normal, a smile playing on her lips right before it's broken by another gasp. ] A-ah, shit. Right there, Rude..
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He must be doing something right. She looks very pleased right now. ]
Right there?
[ Rude shifts himself, trying to zero in on that spot. The more he gets used to this, the more he wants. He gradually increases the force and pace, pressing her down into the couch until she's nearly swallowed by the cushions. ]
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Y-yeah.
[ The confirmation is voiced in a weak moan, her teasing attitude quickly failing in the face of how good he's making her feel, especially when it's been such a long time for her, especially when she feels like she's going to disappear into the couch from the force of his movements against her. ]
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Okay. Just hold on, then...
[ He's willing to take the reins, to get her there first while she's in whatever world is behind those closed eyes. Rude gets the feeling this girl's not going to lie back the whole time.
And besides, it's a very pleasing sight. Rude knows he's rolling the dice with his own stamina, going this hard and deep nonstop, but Sam so deeply pleasured against his own couch is just so good. He picks up the pace even more, sending a rapid flesh-slapping sound echoing through his apartment. ]
Goddamn, you're sexy...