you two are doing the do, as you do - except, oh no, you're not in the safety of your own room! there's no risk of being discovered here, as you're already exposed. all eyes are on you and your boo.
can't help it - you're so (blegh) in love you can't control your emotions.
don't care - the two of you have been kept apart for so long, you don't mind who sees you together.
swingers/party - at the orgy, you're out of place if you're not having sex for all to see.
uncontained lust - hormones or sex pollen strikes!
forced - aliens making you breed? threat of death?
kink - you're just a exhibitionist.
possessive - what's yours is yours and you're going to show the world.
ritual - sex as a rite of passage or a ceremony that must be performed.
humiliation - one of you wants to shame the other.
Jackson is suddenly grateful for the loud music and the dark lights. The club full of people, bodies swaying so close and yet so far. Everyone is so self absorbed into their own lives and pleasures, nobody is giving a shit about them. Jackson grins, pinning her to the wall and using it for leverage so that he only needs one hand to hold her up. The other slips down beneath her skirt. Deft fingers move between her legs, teasing, testing to see just how wet she really is.
No words are spoken. They wouldn't be heard and they aren't needed, not when her body clearly signals what she wants. What they both want. Hot, needy kisses are given and taken as his mouth finds hers to plunder it. His tongue begs for access, lapping against hers as he thrusts up against her. One finger teases the waistband of her panties. This is it. Her last chance to say no. To push him away.
Her eyes fall partway shut as she kisses him, mouth open, tongue tangling with his. There's no embarrassment or hesitation as she feels his hand move between her legs, making her moan as arousal cascades through her body and she feels her panties growing wetter. There is only need.
"Please!" she gasps between heated kisses. Whether or not he hears her, he's sure to feel her hips rock toward his hand, begging for his touch. "Don't stop."
"Please what..." Jackson grins, kissing down to her neck, letting his teeth trail and graze against her skin. One finger slides inside, past her panties, slowly pushing in up to his knuckle. He curves it, drawing it out agonizingly slowly, before pushing it inside again. He changes the angle of his hips, pushing against her, whimpering at how tight his jeans are.
"You want it," he growled. "You feel so good, so wet... Tell me you want it." His breath was warm against her skin as he kissed his way up to her ear. "Want me, don't you. Mmmm." He adds a second finger, gently stretching her, testing her.
"Yes," she breathes, shivering at the feeling of his breath on her neck, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. Her own hands tug at his waistband, feeling for the zipper, massaging him through his jeans. If he's going to drive her crazy like this, then she's going to return the favor.
"Mmmm, good." Jackson smiles, thrusting into her hand as he adds a third finger. He needs her to be ready, to be stretched and willing to take him when he finally does enter her. His lips move up to her ear, biting at it as he whispers so that only she can hear. "Have to be quiet. Can't scream, can't draw attention at all, or I walk," he warned.
The teeth of his zipper pull agonizingly slowly. He hisses into her ear as he feels his cock grateful for the tightness to be disappearing. More room to breathe, to pulse in her hand. "Condom. In the pocket..." He is almost ready to enter her, but he really needs to be sure. His fingers start moving faster, sliding in and out of her, rubbing at her clit with his knuckles.
Krissy nods, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and biting back a whimper of pleasure. The though of him walking away now is like a physical ache, and she feels her body clench around his fingers as if to somehow keep him there, inside her. Or maybe he's just that good with his hands.
Groping in his pocket, she finds the condom, and opens it as carefully as she can manage in a hurry; rolling it down over his shaft. It's hard to concentrate with so much pleasure rolling through her body, but she knows it will be worth the effort.
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No words are spoken. They wouldn't be heard and they aren't needed, not when her body clearly signals what she wants. What they both want. Hot, needy kisses are given and taken as his mouth finds hers to plunder it. His tongue begs for access, lapping against hers as he thrusts up against her. One finger teases the waistband of her panties. This is it. Her last chance to say no. To push him away.
He prays that she doesn't.
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"Please!" she gasps between heated kisses. Whether or not he hears her, he's sure to feel her hips rock toward his hand, begging for his touch. "Don't stop."
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"You want it," he growled. "You feel so good, so wet... Tell me you want it." His breath was warm against her skin as he kissed his way up to her ear. "Want me, don't you. Mmmm." He adds a second finger, gently stretching her, testing her.
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"I want you so bad."
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The teeth of his zipper pull agonizingly slowly. He hisses into her ear as he feels his cock grateful for the tightness to be disappearing. More room to breathe, to pulse in her hand. "Condom. In the pocket..." He is almost ready to enter her, but he really needs to be sure. His fingers start moving faster, sliding in and out of her, rubbing at her clit with his knuckles.
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Groping in his pocket, she finds the condom, and opens it as carefully as she can manage in a hurry; rolling it down over his shaft. It's hard to concentrate with so much pleasure rolling through her body, but she knows it will be worth the effort.