The partnership is nice; a mutual dance that, while eager, isn't desperate. Time is available if it's wanted; he just isn't looking to dally. Sweeney appreciate the lift of her hips, and he sits back as he hooks two fingers in each side to catch jeans and panties in one go. The tug leads into a smooth flow where he rocks back off the end of the bed so he can get both articles off and discarded before he crawls back up on her.
He nudges a knee between hers, encouraging her to give him space between them. Sweeney finds her lips again as his broad hand slides up the outside of her thigh, tucking up under her ass to urge her off the bed and against him, if only for a passing moment. He's is no rush to get to her blouse; there's a level of cheeky delight in her in only her shirt, and him in his pants. Sweeney smiles against her skin, nuzzling and nipping his way over her jaw to her neck.
Her eyes watch as Sweeney removes the clothing from her lower half, and she can't help but smile at the way he looks at her on his way back up; appreciating her as if she was the only woman on the barge, even if she was still mostly covered by her shirt. It's what makes being with him different every time. He lets her be anything she wants to be, worshipped like a goddess or respected for the violent storm she has proved herself sometimes to be.
Laura wraps her arms around him and when he brings her closer she holds on tighter, pushing herself into his pelvis and letting go of a pleasureful sigh at the feel of his rough whiskers against her skin and the way it turns her on even more.
Hooking one leg over his hip, one of her hands slides higher up on his back and presses into his skin as her head falls to his opposite shoulder so that she can drag her lips to the edge. From there, she grazes her teeth down and then presses a soft kiss to the top of his chest.
When her mouth starts down, his instinct is to rock up, grinding himself in a single stroke. It makes him inhale sharply, and then he remembers the parameters established. Sweeney kisses her jaw and nips her ear before wriggling his arms beneath her back to wrap her up tightly against him.
The shove of a heel puts some oomph behind the roll, and he comes to rest on his back, sucking the moisture from his lip as he looks her over.
"Yer right, it's a really nice view." And he hasn't even looked up yet.
God, he has the ability to drive her crazy with the way he handles her in these kinds of moments. The playful side is one that gets her riled up faster than when they're in the mood to be aggressive. Though being tossed around could escalate into something more frantic and serious, when Laura finds herself on top and sees the way he's looking at her, she can't help the impish smile that takes over her lips.
Her hips start with a slow roll over him as she lifts and straightens slightly, placing one hand flat on his stomach. There's a look in her eye. One that has her wanting to do something to him that she has yet to do. Slowly she lowers and slides back, watching him until she's positioned and fingering the waist of his pants in one hand while the other works to follow the outline of his throbbing dick between her thumb and index finger.
The darkening of her eyes tells him of her intentions and the way she starts pulling at them will give him ample enough warning of what she plans to do.
Fuck, that smile. She's such a troublemaker. And oh, how he wants her to make all flavors of trouble when she's squirming on top of him. Her torturous roll pulls his hands instinctively to her hips, eager to keep the pressure against him.
But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.
She was all for this kind of trouble. What girl wouldn't be? The thought of driving a man wild was one thing. To drive him wild for all the best reasons made it worth it. But Laura had other reasons, too. She wanted to worship him in a way that he had not yet given her a chance to; to let her show him in kind the attention that he had done for her since they started sharing each other in this way.
Laura's lips twitch, feigning a grin at first before forming into a sultry smile. Her hope is to hold his attention with her mouth until she's able to pull him free from his trousers. Fingertips glide up and gently curl around his length and while she keeps her eyes on him, she presses her bottom lip to his crown before slipping the tip of her tongue to cradle it and inch it further and further in.
OH. That's new. Well, not new new, but anything with her is new enough.
Sweeney almost chokes on his tongue. His fingers twitch against the urge to twist them in her hair, but it doesn't stop his other hand from jumping to her shoulder to steady himself.
"Fucking hell," he whispers, swallowing to ease the ghostly wisp of his voice. Sweeney's gaze flickers to the sky for a moment as he fights to collect himself, but that effort is abandoned before it begins. He cranes his head enough to watch her, savoring the union of sight and sensation. The knot in his belly coils into a singular thought.
As quiet as his words are, they still manage to send a flash of goosebumps up her back and across her shoulders and arms. His reaction is exactly what Laura was hoping for and she continues taking him into her mouth until she can feel him nearing the back of her throat. Reverently, her hand strokes as she slides him in and out, lips firm around him and her tongue twisting around the tip before swallowing him again and again.
She loves the taste of him and hums a reverent note at the way her own body was turning more aroused each and every time she fucked him with her mouth.
Her tongue is the most glorious velvet, and Sweeney isn't sure what he's supposed to be doing with himself. He certainly doesn't expect her to manage the whole thing, but feeling the bump when space becomes limited makes him twitch, and his head falls back again as he struggles to stay steady.
Try as he might, he can't help himself, and his grip in her hair tightens. He doesn't push or yank; he's just looking for some purchase, as if he's unsure that she's actually here with her lips around him, or if it's just a fevered dream brought on by too much mushroom tea.
She continues on, spoiling him and all the senses that are involved, working assiduously at the attention and focus to keep him writhing in pleasure while his fingers tightening into her hair spurs her to move faster. This is something she's spent her nights alone thinking about, curiously playing it out in all sorts of different ways and even becoming aroused while doing it.
Her lips press a kiss to the tip, but her tongue wraps around and then down the length. Laura glances up to look at him before a lewd and devilish grin curls into the corners of her mouth.
His moan is pushed through his nose by tightly-pressed lips, as it he could pass as being anything other than completely enraptured. Sweeney's hands loosen, both abandoning her to work in unison, clawing hurriedly at the bedding above his head, trying to scoop and gather masses of pillows and comforter so he can watch her without straining his neck.
Oh, what a sight. The size of her hands and sweet lips only make the proportion more skewed, but she doesn't seem to let it deter her. Sweeney has to swallow frequently to try to slow his breath. The effort doesn't manage to deepen it much. His lips part, but no words come as his fingers slip back into her hair. They don't twist, but the other hand takes that wanting out on the bedding, his knuckles tight as he grips it.
If she keeps at it, there's no way his resolve will last. Hopefully, he'll at least be able to keep her on top and not lose so much will that he has to roll them over and claim her.
Laura keeps up at it for a little while longer since Sweeney seems to be enjoying her ministrations. But only long enough that her own selfish needs begin to take over. When she's satisfied with how close she can bring him to release without, though there's a small amount of conceit that tells her she doesn't really have to try all that hard.
As soon as they are face to face again, her mouth demands his in a hot, fervid kiss that has her head spinning violently. Laura holds her balance with a hand on his upper arm, abandoning his lips to straighten and sit up. There's only so much waiting she can do. With a slight shift, she lifts and lines him up against her before slowly dropping to take him into her completely. Muscles tighten and hold him in place while a delicious sigh and "fuck you feel so good" escapes her lips.
Sweeney can't tell if he's disappointed or relieved when she lets up; realistically, it's a bit of both. Especially when her kissing gives way to sitting up, then sitting on. When she slides down, a gasp gets tangled on the back of his tongue, and he trembles beneath her. She makes every nerve electric, and his hands jump to her hips, needing some sense of anchoring, in both savoring and anticipating.
The position just feels so much deeper, and it's hard not to thrust up, just to be able to pull her back down. But Sweeney manages to remain still (mostly), trying to let her stay in the driver's seat as long as he can bear. Even so, his fingers dig into her the flesh of her ass more than he means to. He knows he's supposed to be looking at the sky, but his gaze is trapped on her; her blouse still neatly buttoned, veiling the point where they meet, tauntingly.
Laura's eyes hold his, only blinking slowly because it's hard not to close them completely to take in how this position makes her feel. The depth she manages is purposeful and she can't help the way her insides lock every last inch of him, contracting with each tremble of her stomach. But her pace increases in speed, her hips rolling while she rubs herself gently every time she thrusts him in and out.
She can feel herself starting to build towards that perfectly sublime moment, but not yet, forcing herself to hold on a little longer. Instead, she moans softly, sucking in her bottom lip at the corner between her teeth as if pain will help. At least until that works against her, too.
The increasing pace has Sweeney feeling like he's stumbling forward, even while laying on his back. He's constantly trying to catch up as every muscle in her is pulling him along. There's no way to quiet the moans or winces as she claims him, but he does manage to shift his hands a little.
One slides a bit further back, as the other drifts forward, allowing him to feel like she's still steady on him (not that that was ever an actual risk) while urging his thumb over her clit. The pressure isn't cruel, but it's firm. He doesn't stroke her actively; Sweeney just makes sure it bounces in echo with each stroke she steals.
She could feel him moving and might have known what he was up to had she not been so pleasantly distracted by the pain that came with both taking him all in and her teeth burying into the soft flesh of her bottom lip. Even still, the first graze of the edge of his thumb against her already aching tender flesh has her whole body stiffen and the second results in a desperate gasp for more.
Laura rocks faster, chasing the feeling while her body wants to prematurely take what it wants. To writhe at how fucking good it feels to be with him. Every time is different. And yet, there is always something new that makes it feel like the first time.
His toes curl in his boots as he struggles to keep his focus and thumb in place. Fuck, she doesn't make it easy. Sweeney grits his teeth as she pushes her pace, but that only means his short breaths are accented with the occasional snarl. The attempts at remaining pressed to the bed are starting to fail, and his hips thrust up to meet her every few strokes.
Sweeney strains his chest, trying to get his mouth up to her skin; lips, neck, breasts; he's not that picky. He just wants to experience her with every sense he can manage.
Skin isn't something he will find with her still in her shirt, though it hangs loose and wandering hands will no doubt find their way to warm skin and very erect nipples. Lips are the easiest to access if only because kissing him is one of her favourite things to do that is encouraged when the entirety of the experience turns her hunger into greed.
Her commitment to fucking him senseless continues and her pace doesn't slow but she could feel herself starting to that familiar climb towards release and the thumb on her clit was only pushing her along faster.
Sweeney does his best to content himself with kissing her, but the closer she gets, the harder it is for him to focus, and at some point, he's mostly just grazing her lips as he pants against them. Fuck, he loves taking her, but being taken--claimed--and used to pleasure herself is like nothing else. He prays he can outlast her. The way she's working him, there's no guarantee.
Perhaps it's that wait that has him subconsciously picking up his attention against her clit, stroking her more properly in unison with each thrust.
A hand moves to his face, fingers curling around his neck with her thumb on a pulse point under his right earlobe. Her lips drag across his bottom lip, leaving a moan on them as she continues to fuck him and force herself closer and closer to the edge until she was finally there.
Laura's body goes rigid and her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her fingers press deeper into his skin and a moment later she slows to savour the feel of him still deep inside her and lets out a deep growl that switches to a throaty wail.
"Fuckkk," she grunts, dragging her teeth down the length of his jaw to his neck.
No additional effort is required. The feel of her mouth on his throat and the clench of her around him snaps the chain, and his grip jumps to her hips so he can keep her in place as he bucks the last dozen strokes he needs.
Where hers is silent, his climax comes with a sharp cry, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her flesh. Sweeney hangs there for a long moment before they start to loosen as he rides the aftershocks. A few seconds more, and one frees itself to catch her by the back of the head and meet her in a kiss of tired gratitude while twitches inside her.
The fact his release comes so soon after surprises her. She wasn't expecting it and not in a bad way. Quite the opposite really, despite the attention she paid him before mounting him. And while she continues to ride him slow and deliberately, milking him for everything he has in him, there's no doubt in her mind that she could spend all day, every day fucking him because god, does he make her feel good.
She settles more onto his chest, relishing in the final moments of her afterglow. When words are spoken, she's still a little breathless and a small laugh escapes and she opens her eyes to look at him.
"I'm not sure you knew this but you're a really great fuck."
God, the things she does to him. Even after, the diligence; both mercy and torture as she rocks against him. Sweeney's head falls back heavily, his body content. The rattle in his chest is a chuckle that's too tired to fully manifest, but his smile isn't subtle.
"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
"This time, yeah," she reasons. The both of them know he takes the lead most times and she's not complaining. It was nice to show him how much she appreciated him. Something she was used to doing for her sexual partners more often than not.
Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
"Course I will." Sweeney murmurs the words into her hair before kisses it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. Big bed, big sky, and her pressed against him. His hand shifts so he can trace his fingertips along the back of her shirt-covered arm.
"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.
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He nudges a knee between hers, encouraging her to give him space between them. Sweeney finds her lips again as his broad hand slides up the outside of her thigh, tucking up under her ass to urge her off the bed and against him, if only for a passing moment. He's is no rush to get to her blouse; there's a level of cheeky delight in her in only her shirt, and him in his pants. Sweeney smiles against her skin, nuzzling and nipping his way over her jaw to her neck.
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Laura wraps her arms around him and when he brings her closer she holds on tighter, pushing herself into his pelvis and letting go of a pleasureful sigh at the feel of his rough whiskers against her skin and the way it turns her on even more.
Hooking one leg over his hip, one of her hands slides higher up on his back and presses into his skin as her head falls to his opposite shoulder so that she can drag her lips to the edge. From there, she grazes her teeth down and then presses a soft kiss to the top of his chest.
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The shove of a heel puts some oomph behind the roll, and he comes to rest on his back, sucking the moisture from his lip as he looks her over.
"Yer right, it's a really nice view." And he hasn't even looked up yet.
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Her hips start with a slow roll over him as she lifts and straightens slightly, placing one hand flat on his stomach. There's a look in her eye. One that has her wanting to do something to him that she has yet to do. Slowly she lowers and slides back, watching him until she's positioned and fingering the waist of his pants in one hand while the other works to follow the outline of his throbbing dick between her thumb and index finger.
The darkening of her eyes tells him of her intentions and the way she starts pulling at them will give him ample enough warning of what she plans to do.
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But when she slips back, his curiosity gets the better of him, and his fingers relax, though he doesn't move them from their post. Her bold touch sucks the breath back into his throat, and his lashes flutter as he watches her. Sweeney's brow arches with a silent 'oh, really?'. He's already flexing his toes in his boots, trying to stay still enough to let her work. Even so, one hand lifts, and he sinks his fingers into her hair; there's no urging or holding, just savoring the feel of her and her shape matched to his.
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Laura's lips twitch, feigning a grin at first before forming into a sultry smile. Her hope is to hold his attention with her mouth until she's able to pull him free from his trousers. Fingertips glide up and gently curl around his length and while she keeps her eyes on him, she presses her bottom lip to his crown before slipping the tip of her tongue to cradle it and inch it further and further in.
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Sweeney almost chokes on his tongue. His fingers twitch against the urge to twist them in her hair, but it doesn't stop his other hand from jumping to her shoulder to steady himself.
"Fucking hell," he whispers, swallowing to ease the ghostly wisp of his voice. Sweeney's gaze flickers to the sky for a moment as he fights to collect himself, but that effort is abandoned before it begins. He cranes his head enough to watch her, savoring the union of sight and sensation. The knot in his belly coils into a singular thought.
More.
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She loves the taste of him and hums a reverent note at the way her own body was turning more aroused each and every time she fucked him with her mouth.
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Try as he might, he can't help himself, and his grip in her hair tightens. He doesn't push or yank; he's just looking for some purchase, as if he's unsure that she's actually here with her lips around him, or if it's just a fevered dream brought on by too much mushroom tea.
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Her lips press a kiss to the tip, but her tongue wraps around and then down the length. Laura glances up to look at him before a lewd and devilish grin curls into the corners of her mouth.
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Oh, what a sight. The size of her hands and sweet lips only make the proportion more skewed, but she doesn't seem to let it deter her. Sweeney has to swallow frequently to try to slow his breath. The effort doesn't manage to deepen it much. His lips part, but no words come as his fingers slip back into her hair. They don't twist, but the other hand takes that wanting out on the bedding, his knuckles tight as he grips it.
If she keeps at it, there's no way his resolve will last. Hopefully, he'll at least be able to keep her on top and not lose so much will that he has to roll them over and claim her.
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As soon as they are face to face again, her mouth demands his in a hot, fervid kiss that has her head spinning violently. Laura holds her balance with a hand on his upper arm, abandoning his lips to straighten and sit up. There's only so much waiting she can do. With a slight shift, she lifts and lines him up against her before slowly dropping to take him into her completely. Muscles tighten and hold him in place while a delicious sigh and "fuck you feel so good" escapes her lips.
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The position just feels so much deeper, and it's hard not to thrust up, just to be able to pull her back down. But Sweeney manages to remain still (mostly), trying to let her stay in the driver's seat as long as he can bear. Even so, his fingers dig into her the flesh of her ass more than he means to. He knows he's supposed to be looking at the sky, but his gaze is trapped on her; her blouse still neatly buttoned, veiling the point where they meet, tauntingly.
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She can feel herself starting to build towards that perfectly sublime moment, but not yet, forcing herself to hold on a little longer. Instead, she moans softly, sucking in her bottom lip at the corner between her teeth as if pain will help. At least until that works against her, too.
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One slides a bit further back, as the other drifts forward, allowing him to feel like she's still steady on him (not that that was ever an actual risk) while urging his thumb over her clit. The pressure isn't cruel, but it's firm. He doesn't stroke her actively; Sweeney just makes sure it bounces in echo with each stroke she steals.
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Laura rocks faster, chasing the feeling while her body wants to prematurely take what it wants. To writhe at how fucking good it feels to be with him. Every time is different. And yet, there is always something new that makes it feel like the first time.
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Sweeney strains his chest, trying to get his mouth up to her skin; lips, neck, breasts; he's not that picky. He just wants to experience her with every sense he can manage.
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Her commitment to fucking him senseless continues and her pace doesn't slow but she could feel herself starting to that familiar climb towards release and the thumb on her clit was only pushing her along faster.
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Perhaps it's that wait that has him subconsciously picking up his attention against her clit, stroking her more properly in unison with each thrust.
Please please please please...
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Laura's body goes rigid and her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her fingers press deeper into his skin and a moment later she slows to savour the feel of him still deep inside her and lets out a deep growl that switches to a throaty wail.
"Fuckkk," she grunts, dragging her teeth down the length of his jaw to his neck.
Now it's his turn.
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Where hers is silent, his climax comes with a sharp cry, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her flesh. Sweeney hangs there for a long moment before they start to loosen as he rides the aftershocks. A few seconds more, and one frees itself to catch her by the back of the head and meet her in a kiss of tired gratitude while twitches inside her.
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She settles more onto his chest, relishing in the final moments of her afterglow. When words are spoken, she's still a little breathless and a small laugh escapes and she opens her eyes to look at him.
"I'm not sure you knew this but you're a really great fuck."
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"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
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Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
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"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.