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You blink. You can feel her on your lips but suddenly she’s walking back towards the elevator so you run and grab her wrist, spinning her and now it’s your turn to slam her into the wall. You crowd her with your wings, creating a curtain around her. Both hands pin her wrists at her shoulders.
“What the hell was that?” You hiss, and before she can do anything you kiss her. You kiss her because you’re so mad and you need to kiss her. You open her up and slide your tongue into her mouth, you’re being pushy but you want. She reciprocates and kisses back fiercely, freeing her hands and grabbing at your hair, your waist. She pulls you tighter against her, like she wants you under her skin so you shove your leg between hers and she gasps, breaking the kiss for a second. Her lips are wet and her cheeks flushed, she yanks your hair and kisses you again. Your hands slide up her sides, one rests on her hip and one teases the hem of her shirt. She grinds down on your leg and whimpers into your mouth. She grinds down harder, grabbing at your arms and making delicious noises which you catch greedily.
She pushes off the wall and forces you down the hall, backwards. Her lips move down your jaw and she slides her tongue down your neck, hot and wet.
By the time you enter her room you’re both panting, she kicks the door closed and frantically shoves you onto the bed.
Her hands are everywhere, she runs them up your sides, down your arms, caresses your thighs as you yank unceremoniously at her clothes. Her top joins yours on the floor and you pull her up flush with your body and kiss her again. Her skin is soft and glows pale in the light from her lamp and you cast shadows on the opposite wall as you move against each other.
Slowly, the rest of your clothes land on the floor, mingling with hers and she slides down your body, kissing and sucking at your tender skin. Her head dips lower and she flicks out her tongue to taste you, wet, wanting her.
Her hair is soft against the inside of your thighs, curls tousle onto your skin as she does things so deliciously bad to you. She works you, her fingers slip inside you and curl while her relentless mouth is warm and so damn good. She plays you like an instrument, pulling and plucking places inside you that you didn't even know could feel that way. She guides you through arched backs, stuttered prayers of her name and soft gasps which sound so tender in the room until you can’t take any more. You cry out as she works you through the heat, the sudden surge and waves of pleasure that follow.
You yank her up for a sloppy kiss and you can taste yourself so you languidly chase that taste all through her mouth, mapping out her teeth and tongue, her blushed lips. Slowly you nudge your leg between hers and in a few seconds she is rolling her hips against you, creating a slow, deadly friction.
You sit up without breaking the kiss and she never stops her movements, now fully straddling your thigh as you kneel. You slip one hand down and she gasps, you circle her clit gently, not enough pressure to give her what she wants but enough to make her start grinding up more, trying to force your hand to give her more. You push her onto her back but stay kneeling, your other hand joins the first - ever so lightly massaging her inner thigh.
Her breath hitches as you slip one finger into her, she makes a frustrated little noise that you might even call cute.
“Give me more”
You shake your head and place a totally innocent smile on your face, you add a little pressure to the finger circling her clit.
She gasps “Oh- come on baby I can take more.”
You add another finger and start sliding in and out, making your fingers stroke up inside her and she bites that gloriously plump bottom lip, she starts fucking up onto your hand, forcing the pace a little.
She looks so gorgeous spread out for you. Her pale cheeks are flushed and a sheen of sweat covers her body. Red curls flare out like a halo and she glows with ecstacy on the black sheets. You give her what she wants, adding a finger and making sure you hit that spot every slow stroke, you rub her clit properly now and she starts to unravel beneath you. Her breath comes quicker and her hip movements more jagged, losing the precision of before as she gives in to need and pleasure. You take charge as she teeters on the edge and finally comes, arching her back and gasping your name like it’s the only word she knows.
You spend most of the night curled around each other, tangled in sheets. You talk, and kiss, and make each other gasp and moan, eventually drifting to sleep in the early hours of the day.