[ Winter always means long nights, slow business, and bad cases of cabin fever. Being cooped up inside grates on the nerves after a while, makes tension rise.
Sometimes when that tension snaps, it results in a fight, and sometimes, like tonight, it results in clothes pulled off, hands and mouths and Joel getting pushed to his knees, knowing precisely what's expected of him.
One of Tess' legs is hooked over his shoulder, opening her up for his mouth as he tongues at her clit, surrounded by her familiar, heady scent. ]
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[On the streets he is her guy, a taciturn bruiser ready to crack someone's skull when she says the word, but in the privacy of this crumbling apartment he is her lover, and she doesn't need to ask for shit. He just knows, and she's as pleased about that as she is about his mouth on her cunt. This is why everything in the apartment is theirs instead of his or hers, why she shares a life instead of just an occasional tryst, because men like him –– men who get on their knees and don't think for a second that makes them less than her partner –– they're as rare as coffee.
Anyone else and she'd go stir crazy, trapped in a wallpapered box for three and a half months a year.
So she's got her leg around him, and her fingers threaded through his hair and one heel dug into his back, just to pin him there, right where she wants him. She's been worked up since the minute her jeans hit the floor, and there's no slowing down now. Tess presses her shoulder blades down into the couch cushions to thrust her hips forward to meet him. She wants this, and bad.]
Jesus Christ–– [Her breath hitches.]
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[ Joel prefers things to be simple, familiar. He likes knowing what's expected of him, likes the companionship, likes being able to lose himself in someone else - someone he can trust, so he doesn't have to think too much. Except about this. Except about how Tess tastes, how she smells, how she sounds. He likes her this way, when she's a little demanding. He's always liked that about her.
Fingers run up the insides of her thighs, and he glances up at her face as he presses one inside her cunt, rubbing just there. ]
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Sometimes when that tension snaps, it results in a fight, and sometimes, like tonight, it results in clothes pulled off, hands and mouths and Joel getting pushed to his knees, knowing precisely what's expected of him.
One of Tess' legs is hooked over his shoulder, opening her up for his mouth as he tongues at her clit, surrounded by her familiar, heady scent. ]
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[On the streets he is her guy, a taciturn bruiser ready to crack someone's skull when she says the word, but in the privacy of this crumbling apartment he is her lover, and she doesn't need to ask for shit. He just knows, and she's as pleased about that as she is about his mouth on her cunt. This is why everything in the apartment is theirs instead of his or hers, why she shares a life instead of just an occasional tryst, because men like him –– men who get on their knees and don't think for a second that makes them less than her partner –– they're as rare as coffee.
Anyone else and she'd go stir crazy, trapped in a wallpapered box for three and a half months a year.
So she's got her leg around him, and her fingers threaded through his hair and one heel dug into his back, just to pin him there, right where she wants him. She's been worked up since the minute her jeans hit the floor, and there's no slowing down now. Tess presses her shoulder blades down into the couch cushions to thrust her hips forward to meet him. She wants this, and bad.]
Jesus Christ–– [Her breath hitches.]
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[ Joel prefers things to be simple, familiar. He likes knowing what's expected of him, likes the companionship, likes being able to lose himself in someone else - someone he can trust, so he doesn't have to think too much. Except about this. Except about how Tess tastes, how she smells, how she sounds. He likes her this way, when she's a little demanding. He's always liked that about her.
Fingers run up the insides of her thighs, and he glances up at her face as he presses one inside her cunt, rubbing just there. ]