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He's been here before, two flights up and first door on the right. She unlocks the door and nudges it open with her hip, stepping inside.

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She moves her hips again, a bit faster.

"But I thought you liked it when I tease."

And again.

'Nnnnnnyeah but not when I'm this hard.'

His head drops back to rest on the wall again, swallowing hard.

'Balls goin' to explode. Aches.'

"I suppose I could be kind..."

Bracing her hands one last time, she sets up a pace as steady and quick as she can manage.

'Good of you,' he says sarcastically, then doesn't say anything at all. His eyes fall shut and he's still trying to distance himself a bit, back to fingering her clit only this time it matches her rhythm, no fucking about.

's'good.'

She brings her hips further forward each time, rocking into his touch, as she moves a fraction faster.

He growls deep in his throat and flicks his fingers lightly, much faster than before.

'Quit playing.'

"Tryin' to," she gasps.

She growls--directed more at sore muscles than Ramon--and pushes herself to move faster and harder.

'That's it...that's it...'

She's got him groaning now, trying to help her along but it's difficult when one hand is busy trying to get her off. It's getting hard to care anyway because he can feel everything tightening through him and he's never going to last like this. Seeing her riding him is just too hot.

'You close or are we going to have to move?'

He is Considerate!

"Way too close," she says through gritted teeth.

"Come on, baby, come for me--"

'You first...you first...'

He catches himself just in time, almostalmostalmost, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching all over to hold it off.

...this will probably work for all of ten seconds, and he knows it.

She opens her mouth for a snappy retort, and then her breath catches.

She doesn't scream this time, but her whole body tenses and her mouth works silently at the ceiling as her head falls back. She rocks with the orgasm, hands twisting in the sheets.

The relief is overwhelming; it was so hard to hold back. He lets out a ragged sound as he spills into her, holding her tight and shoving up into her as far as he can, mind blanked out by the pleasure of release.

She slumps down, shivering with aftershocks but not yet climbing off of him.

"God damn."

It sounds particularly satisfied.

'Yeah.'

Yeah. God.

He drops his head back against the wall, stroking his hands up and down her hips as he enjoys the afterglow, letting his breathing calm.

A moment more and she's climbing off of him, sprawling loose-limbed at his side.

She sighs, deep and relaxed.

Ramon doesn't move until his breathing's back to normal, then he leans over the bed to find his jeans and go through the pockets - a cigarette after sex is essential.

There. Mmmm, yeah.

...possibly its not very polite to spark up in her room without asking if she minds but he's like that and he's done it before.

'Legs tired?'

Must be, after that.

"Damn right."

It's not really a complaint.

He lies back, blowing smoke up to the ceiling contemplatively.

'Make it up to you tomorrow.'