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He presses her up against the wood, grabbing a leg and lifting it so he can meld their bodies together properly. He's brash, this young guy, and tends to assume women are there to be put where he wants them to be. The control turns him on, he's already hard and making sure she knows it by pushing against her and rolling his hips a little.

Mary Anne laughs softly, nipping at his lower lip.

"Pushy, huh?"

She locks her leg over his hip, grinding back in turn.

'You don't seem to care.'

He takes one of her hands and pushes it down into his jeans, staring her in the eye for a beat or two before returning that nip and then turning it into another hard kiss. He's also pulling at her underwear, not wanting to pull away and have her take it off properly but also wanting it out of the way.

'Seems to me like the harder I stick it to you, the better you'll like it.'

"You say such nice things to all the girls?"

She closes her hand around him with a teasing stroke.

A corner of his mouth turns up in something that's somewhere between a smirk and a leer.

'I say whatever I like to all the girls.'

He finds the seam of her underwear and just rips down it, it's quicker than messing around. Her hand tells him she knows what she's doing, not that he really doubted it.

'But I'm sure you can think of better things to do with your mouth.'

"I can think of a lot of things."

She tightens her grip, running her thumb up the underside of his cock. She leans in, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the base of his throat before bearing down with her teeth.

A small, appreciative noise comes from his mouth and the leer gets bigger as he feels her teeth. His hand slaps at her hip hard; she wants to inflict pain she can have some back.

'I like a woman with imagination.'

Probing with his fingers now, slipped under the cloth of her torn panties and finding her clit with the pad of his thumb. Nice and gentle for now.

Her teeth bear down a bit harder at the slap, then she lets go, dragging her tongue over the bite mark.

"Glad to hear it," she murmurs, kissing her way up to the corner of his jaw. She rocks her hips down into the touch.

It's more than likely not true, that statement - Ramon (especially at this age) likes women who don't open their mouths and comply with what he wants. But then, he's never really met any that don't, especially after he's smacked them around a bit. Mary Anne's attitude is proving quite a revelation; he's finding he's enjoying himself.

He kisses her as he slips a couple of fingers into her, wanting her ready for him. Her hand is tight on him, feels good but he knows it's going to get better as he moves firmly in her, driving rhythmically into her g-spot to see what reaction he'll get.

Her breath catches and she moans into the kiss.

(If her hand tightens on reflex, that's only to his benefit.)

"Oh, just like that."

The sudden increase in pressure takes him by surprise and his breath catches too, then his face splits into a wide grin.

'Like this?'

Slower, another finger pushed in and much firmer, a steady pace that drives relentlessly on to where she seems to want it.

If the sound she makes--somewhere between whimper and moan--is anything to go by, exactly like that.

She uses her free hand to pull him into a rough kiss to show her appreciation.

He's smiling when she kisses him, pleased at her reaction. He gets bored quickly though at this age and hasn't learnt yet that he should really pay the most attention to what a woman wants.

'Bed?'

She will happily instruct him.

"Sure," she says, drawing her hand out of his pants after one long, slow stroke.

He no doubt needs it, not that he thinks that obviously.

His eyes fall closed for a brief second at the feel of that hand, then he steps back and kicks them off; they're quickly followed by his shorts. He keeps eye contact with her as he does - he's proud of his body, knows he looks good. Then he heads to the bed, sitting on the edge and smirking at her.

'Why don't you show me what your mouth can do?'

She crosses the room after him.

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

She dips her head to kiss him thoroughly, the follow-up kisses steadily trailing down his throat, collarbone, and still further down.

He snorts a laugh at 'sweetheart' and his hand rests on the back of her head, pushing it lightly, but inexorably, downwards.

'Don't put up much of a fight, do you?'

Women in his time are less keen on blowjobs, unless you're paying them of course. It's one of the main reasons he hates Catholicism. It makes every puta so uptight about things that make him feel good.

She braces her hands on his thighs, resisting his guidance just long enough to lift her head and meet his eyes.

"You haven't given me a reason to fight yet. Or should I just start throwing punches?"

He laughs, not removing his hand from her head.

'Not until you've finished with this,' he nods downwards, smirking, 'but maybe afterwards if you feel like it.'

"Careful," she she says, digging in slightly with her nails.

"Or I'll take you up on it."

She bows her head the rest of the way, kneeling at last, and drags her tongue in one slow swipe up his cock.

He lets out a long breath, threading his fingers in her hair.

'Don't I seem like the type that would like it?'

He totally doesn't, from women. Or at least, he doesn't think he does - he hasn't really met any that would dare attempt it.

She chuckles low in her throat, the closest she's willing to come to an answer.

One quick flick of her tongue to the head before she closes her lips lightly around it and slides her head down.

'Ohhhhyeah.'

It comes out as a long, exhaled breath and he relaxes back against the wall, head tilted back and eyes closing. His hands stay in her hair, just in case she gets any ideas about stopping but he does look at her after a while, a little breathless.

'You provide a good view.'

Great ass. And back, for that matter. Great body all over.

Fantastic back. (The tattoo complements it as if she should never have gone without it.)

When she's drawn him as far into her mouth as she can, she holds him there for a moment before pulling back, lips tightening steadily.

She'll probably hear the soft, contented groan that her mouth pulls from him; she'll definitely feel the way his fingers tighten, then relax, on her head.

'Yeah, like that. Do that again.'

She can do that all damn night, if she likes.

Not all night, since she wants to get little out of this for herself (and her jaw would hate her in the morning).

For now, though, she's feeling generous, so she repeats the motion.

Again.

And again.

One thing she'll no doubt notice pretty soon - he's a selfish bastard. He doesn't know she knows him in thirty years time so feels little compunction to be nice. He's quite happy to let her do this for as long as she wants to and the litany of soft, relaxed noises coming from him coupled with the way he's rocking up into her mouth will show how much he appreciates what she's doing.

[OOC: Gah, sorry, was sure I had replied to this.]

[ooc: no worries!]