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She lifts her head just enough to murmur "Sorry, baby" before pulling him entirely into her mouth.

He grins over her head and drinks again, loving the submissivness. There's a long breath when she takes him in fully and pushes his hips forward a touch, letting her know its good.

'Not too slow.'

This is just a warm up. He wants to be in her.

She sucks a little harder, steadily building to a faster rhythm.

'That's it.'

He lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the sensation. But its not long before he's watching, breathing harder, thinking how fucking great it is to have a beautiful woman on their knees for him.

'Touch yourself. Let me watch.'

Mary Anne hums, sliding one hand down between her legs.

She has his full attention. Oh yes.

'Go on.'

Mindless encouragement he's sure she doesn't need but he always did like the sound of his own voice.

She can't help moaning as she slides two fingers into her cunt, eyelids fluttering as she works to match the rhythm of her mouth.

He can't help moaning either - fucking hell.

'Beautiful.'

Yeah. Christ.

She draws back, dragging her tongue slowly up the underside before lowering her head again.

His eyes squeeze shut for a second or two, then he's pulling away from her. She's too goo d with her mouth to stay there for long; not when he wants it to last.

'Keep going,' he tells her, watching her fuck herself while starting to shed clothes.

She picks up the pace a fraction and swallows around him.

He's swallowing too but for different reasons.

'No. Stop.'

Enough. He pushes her away from him and leans down to kiss her hard.

'Lose the clothes.'

She grins, teeth scraping his lower lip, before she yanks her shirt over her head and undoes the clasp on her bra.

He grins too and kicks his jeans and boxers off, then goes to the bed and rests a pillow against the wall. Might as well be comfortable...he sits, one hand idly rubbing over his hard-on.

'Get over here.'

She crawls up the bed, sprawling beside him with one leg hooked over his.

"Hi there."

'Hi.'

Well, seeing as her leg is there and available he starts stroking up her inner thigh. Seems only polite. And if, after a minute, his fingers should be asking to get in her again...well, it was to be expected.

Mary Anne's certainly not complaining.

She starts trailing kisses along the line of his collarbone.

'Roll over. On your side.'

He keeps a hand on the leg draped over his, anticipating.

She plants one last kiss before shifting, compliant and curious.

Ramon appreciates the way she moves and how she looks when she does it. Likes the way her skin is soft when he runs a hand down her side and over the curve of her hips. Enjoys the hollow in the small of her back and really likes raking his nails up the length of her tattoo.

'This still work?' he murmurs, close in her ear.

Based on the way she shudders, back arching convulsively, and hisses "Fuuuuuck", the answer is 'yes.'

He smiles slowly and lays an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder, fingers tapping an irregular beat along the inked-on pommel.

'Want you wet and ready for me,' he tells her quietly, pressing his cock against her ass.

She gasps.

"Don't--don't think that's going to be a problem."

'Never is.'

He laughs softly and shifts, kissing and licking up the length of the sword while his hand slides over her hip and between her legs, rubbing over her clit lightly.

She writhes, torn between pressing back into his mouth or forward into his hand.

"Oh God--"