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Hips lifting back, he slid out partway before pressing back in again, that bolt of pleasure going through him like lightning. "Good. Good. Do that. Let me know." He was just talking to talk now, his hand sliding up to hers and tugging it away from her mouth. He didn't want her biting herself, he wanted her to make all the noise she wanted to. Or, you know, bite him.

She could feel the blood hot in her face, blinking her eyes open when his hand began to pull at hers. She resisted, attention split between that and the feeling of him actually inside of her (and it was better, now, better than she wasn't so tight with nerves and fear that it was uncomfortable, better from the very start). If his arm got close enough, it was definitely getting bitten. "Nuh uh." A breathy huff as she tried to slip her hand from his, back to her face.

"Uh huh," he countered, fingers lacing with hers in a way that had his arm siding in front of her face. He rocked again, hips lifting away from her before falling back, his breath hot against her neck as he lay over her. She was tight, tight and slick and so fucking perfect, he wanted to do this for hours.

Not that he could, no. Not with how good it felt and the way she smelled and... His teeth moved to catch at the bend of her neck, still not biting too hard, but leaving a bit of a red mark as he groaned around her skin.

Jade wasn't expecting the unprompted bite and she jerked - not enough to smack her head against him or to throw him off, but it was a sharp, obvious twitch as her fingers seized on his. "Ah-" So she couldn't even pretend that wasn't a thing for her now, and she whimpered once as she nuzzled his arm, licking softly at it at first.

That was going into his book of 'things Jade liked while naked' and he was going to pull it out whenever he could. "Want to do this for hours. You feel so good." He was moving faster now, that pumping motion of his body something he'd perfected solo.

"This feels good. You feel good." She kissed at his arm, mouthed gently at it, before she scraped her teeth against the skin and bit. Not hard enough to leave a bruise or to cause real pain, but he wasn't letting her at her own arm, so he was going to have to deal with this.

There was a zing that fluttered up his arm from where she bit, but it was oddly good, making him thrust in harder and let out a moan. "Yeah, yeah that feels good." He wasn't going to last too long, not with all the build up and teasing and having made her come once. Nope.

She arched her back when he thrust in harder, shivering once and whimpering into his arm. Was she supposed to keep talking? She didn't know if she wanted to keep talking. No, she wanted to bite him again - so she did, muffling herself with his skin, sucking hard and a little desperately on it.

He made a strangled sound, but he didn't stop, body moving still faster and harder into hers. "Jade. Jade. God, Jade. You're so... Fuck. I can't even think. I can't..." He couldn't finish articulating, too busy bracing himself over her with his other hand as he focused on pumping himself into her. He looked up at her head, seeing one of those furry ears and he wanted to nip at one. He actually liked the way the fur of it felt between his lips, but he couldn't reach it. Not at this angle, Not without tugging on her hair.

She didn't trust herself to talk, but that didn't mean she didn't like hearing him. Hearing him repeat her name like that, hearing the way he said it - she wanted to curl up back against him, wanted to mash her mouth against his, but the angle sort of made it impossible. "Uhm, uhn," she huffed, nuzzling at his arm again, ears perked and pointed forward. Hair pulling definitely wasn't a thing she would have minded -- she was also way more ashamed of that than the biting. "Stiles, please-" Please what? She wasn't sure. Keep going? Probably.

He had no thoughts about stopping, nose nuzzling into her hair as he kept thrusting faster and faster. His breath was coming out in pants, blowing against her hair as he felt the coils of pleasure in his stomach tighten. "I can't... not long... god... Jade." Her name came out as a plaintive whine, his mouth open as he felt his cock slide into her, deep as he could get at this angle before feeling cool air on it when he pulled out. Then back into her again, deep and warm and wet and perfect.

Her fingers tightened hard on his as she nuzzled into his arm again, toes curled and eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her glasses were sliding down her nose -- but they could have tapdanced away right then and she really wouldn't have noticed or cared. "Okay. Then c'mon- c'mon, c'mon," she mumbled, rasping against him and his bed. "Stiles, fuck, god, shhh, c'mon-"

Stiles didn't know it, but he had a preference for dirty talk. Even just the single word 'fuck' from Jade's mouth had that coil in his stomach springing, twinging with ripples of pleasure that punched up through his body and had him slamming into her and stilling as he emptied himself, a stuttered cry leaving him against her head as he came.

She cried out softly as he did, simply from the feeling of him being buried so deeply in her. She squeezed his fingers after a moment of silence, of stillness, her own breath too loud in her own ears as she began to stroke her thumb against the side of his. "Oh."

He panted, head resting on her shoulder as he absorbed all those wonderful tingled zinging through him. Then he moved his hand down, sliding it around to the front of her and finding her clit, rubbing it softly as he kept slowly rocking against her. He was softening, but he was still erect enough that she'd feel something as he pressed inside her. No way was he not going to make her come after that.

And then, just as she had begun to relax, she tensed hard again and sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth. He'd already licked her to orgasm; she wasn't expecting him to try to follow through again. Zero complaints, though, absolutely zero complaints, because she was impossibly aroused right now. It was hard not to seize up, to curl her knees up, but she resisted the urge. "Oh. Oh, oh no, oh, okay- this is okay-" A little patter of irrelevant speech. Her face was scrunched hard, mouth open as she actively tried to hang on.

"Okay? Okay... Okay's good. What can I do, Jade? I want to make you come again." He was nuzzling against her, still thrusting shallowly so he didn't slip out, finger sliding over her clit with the help of her own come. And maybe a little of his.

"Oh my god. Oh my god-" He was thrusting shallowly into her and she was sort of jerking her hips pathetically against his hand, straining hard. She lasted for another few moments, words giving way to little sounds and whimpers as her toes curled and her legs went tense. She spasmed gently beneath him, mouth wide open as she hit her climax again, apparently caught off guard by the strength of the second one.

He could feel her pulsing around him, that tightness coming in waves and he kissed her shoulder, whispering that it was okay and how good she felt. It certainly felt different on his end to feel that when he wasn't at full mast, but it was a good sensation nonetheless.

Jade finally relaxed, fighting to even her breathing out as she turned her face to rest her cheek against the sheet. "Mnn. Get off of me." She really, really wanted to kiss him. She could not do that with him on her back and his dick in her, no matter how comfortable that might be.

He, of course, took that the wrong way, moving as quickly as he could to fall off her onto the bed, giving her a wary and slightly confused look. "Shit, did I do something wrong?"

She was not surprised at all when he took it the wrong way - she had come to expect that a little, from him, and it bounced between exasperating and incredibly, incredibly endearing. Jade rolled to face him, scooting closer and rolling her eyes as she reached to grab at what she could of his hair at the back of his head and kiss him lazily.

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He was ready for a smack or some kind of retaliation for whatever slight he might have done, but then her lips were on his and he was still riding that orgasmic high and god... it was so easy just to melt into her and let his arm come around her. This was good. This was very good.

That was one thing she wasn't used to. Davesprite had never really held her -- there was no resentment about that, but he'd still had so, so many issues that he'd needed to work through before he could really get comfortable with her. Cuddling, sure, but never holding, nothing this intimate, and she didn't know how to feel about that.

Protected. Was it weird that she felt protected, when she didn't really feel like she was in any danger in the first place? It had to have been the stupid foggy post-sex brain.

She kissed him softly and languidly and affectionately for a long while until she finally pulled back just enough to watch him, a nervous little smile on her face.

He was liking the kissing. The kissing was nice. Having her pressed up to him, warm and melty was nice too. All of this was so nice. Then she stopped and he forced himself to open his eyes and look down at her, a stupid grin covering his face as he looked through askew glasses to green eyes. "Hey."