dyingatherfeet | cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it (closed to Sam)

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Ramona stopped yanking at buttons long enough to lift her arms and let him skin the light purple sweater she was wearing off and over her head, leaving her in a surprisingly classy bra (because no matter what she might be wearing, she liked what was underneath to be sexy and girly), her skirt and her thigh highs. A skirt she was very thankful for a moment later when he effortlessly lifted her off of her feet and tugged her legs around his hips. She made a soft, whimpering noise of approval and shoved his shirt open, so that her hands could roam freely across hot, sleek bare skin and hard muscle. And there was a lot to touch, the muscles of his shoulders and back shifting and tensing beneath her palms, God, she wanted to trace every curve and dip with her tongue. The thought had her yanking the material off of his shoulder, breaking the kiss to duck her head and press her lips to his shoulder instead, sweeping her tongue across his skin and humming in approval at the taste of him.

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"Good." She pressed another kiss to his lips, then another. "You shouldn't be." She pushed off the mattress to lightly press him onto his back, easily sliding on top of him, straddling his hips. "And on a selfish note," she quipped teasingly, straightening up to slide his shift off, "less competition for me if I only have to worry about one side of the gene pool."

Rolling onto his back, he smirked a little as she straddled him and pinned him to the bed. "I'm glad that you feel good about the whole situation." He moved his hands to her hips while appreciating the view.

Ramona raised an eyebrow at him, taking her time slipping out of his shirt, since he seemed to be enjoying watching her. "You don't?" she asked, deliberately tossing the shirt over his face and giggling softly.

Of course, Sam had been distracted by the sight of her stripping out of his shirt. So much so that he had forgotten what they were talking about, earning her a blink as he focused on her face again. "What..." His question was cut off by the shirt landing on his face and he chuckled while tossing it aside. "I don't what?"

"Feel good about the situation." Ramona couldn't help but smirk and shake her head at his obvious distraction, and she didn't do much to help it by laying her hands over his on her hips and sliding them up her body to her breasts before leaning down to kiss him.

Yes, she definitely didn't do much to help the situation as she slid his hands up to her breasts and he found it hard to focus on anything else. Brushing his fingers around the curves, he teased his thumbs over her nipples while cupping the firm weight in his palms.

She hadn't meant to be bossy or demanding, guiding his hands around her body, but...those hands, she just couldn't resist them. They really were amazing, and she moaned softly against his lips in approval at the expert way he used them. Her own fell away from the backs of his to brace against the mattress on either side of his body, her hips rolling smoothly against his as the kiss grew deeper and more heated.

He swallowed her moan as the kiss grew a little more heated and hungry. Sliding one hand along her back, he urged her closer as he rocked his hips upwards, pressing his arousal against her thigh since there was no denying he was aroused now. She had that amazing effect on him after all.

She didn't at all mind having that effect on him, especially since he had a similar effect on her. She moaned again against his lips, feeling how hard he was pressing against the inside of her thigh, and broke the kiss enough to lightly bite at his lower lip, soothed the sting with a caress of her tongue.

Ramona shifted, sliding her hand down their bodies to guide him into the slick heat of her sex, another sharp moan slipping out as she sank down on and around him.

He groaned at the simple shift of her hips that brought him inside of her and he rocked his hips to surge into her since the feel of being in her was amazing. Digging his fingers into her hips, he swallowed another noise as he tried to hold her in place for a second till he relaxed his hold so that she could move however she wanted.

"Fuck," she hissed softly against his lips, not fighting the press of his hands when he held her in place. She'd have thought her blood would have cooled a little by now, but as it turned out, no such luck. Where watching him had been so vital before, now she let herself get lost in sensation, the feel of him deep inside of her, bodies pressed, lips and tongues tangling together and breaking apart. She began to move as soon as his fingers relaxed, rocking in slow but tight thrusts, letting her soft moans and whimpers be swallowed and muffled by his lips.

Sam wasn't sure how he could still want her so badly after two times of her bringing him to release but the need was there again. It stole over him quickly, stealing all breath and reasoning as she moved atop of him. He groaned against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip almost playfully even while he rocked his hips to meet the slow rhythm of her riding him.

Her lips curved a little against his at the hint of playfulness, and she raised up a little, shifting the angle to take him in deeper. Her eyes fell shut as she moved a little harder, unapologetically losing herself in him and in taking what she wanted, how she wanted it.

"God, right there," she breathed, panting a little and biting lightly at her lower lip as the heat and sensations intensified.

He could do what she wanted, listening to her encouragement as he held tightly to her hips, pistoning his hips to push her along even as she rode him. he could feel his release burning in the pit of his stomach, building quickly, but he pushed it away because he wanted her to come first.

He didn't have long to wait, not when the angle was so perfect and every thrust seemed to find that spot deep inside of her that pushed her closer and closer to release. She grabbed for the headboard and let pure primal instinct and need overtake grace, the smooth roll of her hips shifting toward a harder, almost too hard snap the closer she got to exploding.

"Oh, oh fuck!" she half yelled, half sobbed, her back arching and her hips losing the rhythm as a near painfully intense orgasm ripped through her entire body.

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