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She's not necessarily letting her guard down. She's been allowing him to call the shots almost their entire encounter. If he takes it too far, he'll be reprimanded.

"I know."

She opens her legs wider, arching her back.

He grins behind her back and gives no warning at all, just pushes straight back into her with a small grunt. He appreciates the arches back a whole lot, spreading his hands around her waist and pushing down a little at the curve of her ass, keeping it low so he can get in deep.

'Ohhh, you know. No surprises left already.'

Her ass gets a smack, though it's not hard.

'That's sad.'

She moans as he re-enters her, pushing back against him.

"Oh. I doubt you're all out of surprises."

She smiles as he slaps her ass.

"Do that again."

Really, now?

'Like that, is it?'

He does it again, only harder, a ringing slap timed to land as he thrusts hard inside her. It brings a sound from him but his attention is all on her, measuring her reaction for future reference.

Not always like that, but now and then if her partner starts she won't turn it down a few times. Not a proper spanking, however.

"Harder."

She says this between moans of pleasure.

"Fuck me harder."

Well, since she asked so nicely...

Jim takes hold of her at the hip and yanks her back on to him, snapping his hips forward to meet her. She wants it hard, he's happy to oblige, falling into a rhythm that's not fast yet, but has all the promise of it to come.

'How hard do you want it, Tess?'

He slaps her again, pressing her ass down so his cock will drag along her g-spot.

"Like that. Just like that."

Although if he wants to step it a couple more notches she probably won't argue.

'You look good like this.'

Enough fooling around. He's been wound up from watching for ages, she's tight, and wet, and hot, and he's never not going to enjoy having someone spread out in front of him. The pace stays slow but every thrust is focused, driving into her with intent

'Fuck, really good.'

She glances over her shoulder.

"So do you."

She pushes back, hips moving to match his rhythm. Taking every thrust from him with soft moans, she starts to get louder as the heat inside her increases.

'I know.'

He chuckles a touch breathlessly and ups the pace when she starts getting louder, not before. If she wants more, she can ask for it one way or the other.

And now they both know, but she still suspects there will be surprises to come.

"Oh, god, yes."

He can take that how he likes.

He takes it as exactly the sort of thing he wants to hear. And as she's being good he gives her more - even gives something back in return, groaning quietly on each thrust forward, starting to spiral as he loses himself in the heat of her.

But she's not getting everything, not until she deserves it.

She's being very good and bucks back against him. He's not the only one who appreciated noises.

It's just a few moments away, she can tell, before she's pushed to the limit.

The more she bucks, the more she gets. His hands are tight on her hips, getting tighter, pulling her back harder and harder; enough to make the bed clatter against the wall, and his voice rise along with the noise of it.

He wants her to enjoy herself but damn, all he can do is keep going because he's locked in now, tensing up as he moves, pleasure digging in and refusing to let go.

"Come on."

It's as much for both of them as it is just for him. She's close, so close, she can barely stand it.

'You-'

Oh fuck, it's good. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing hard, grinding words out between deep groans. His hips snap relentlessly, letting her have it because he wants it.

'- - you first.'

And as if on command she comes hard, tensing up and enjoying the feeling of him riding thorough it.

"Fuck, yes."

It's barely done before the second wave hits and she lets out a loud moan.

"God, don't stop. Please--"

Fuck, right yeah. He's nodding, because his breath is trapped in his throat and he can't breathe properly; Christ, he loves it when they come, he loves it when they moan for him.

'Go on.'

He's not stopping. He can't stop.

Tess is doing a lot of moaning, his name coming out in breaths here and there. This one's lasting a little longer and her rhythm becomes erratic as she tries to coast through knowing he hasn't finished yet.

It's hearing his name that does it for him; that, and how she tightens up when she comes, grips him and moans, and he'd love to hold on a bit longer but fuck it, it feels too good. His head drops back and he lets out one more deep groan as she pushes back, just as he pushes forward, and everything is suddenly a searing line of pure pleasure that cuts him through the middle. He chokes on a small cry and his fingers dig into her skin, rocking hard as everything lets go.

His fingers are going to leave marks, not that she cares.

She keeps going, pushing back as he rides through his orgasm. Eventually, she can't do it anymore and she slowly stops, her weight braced on her folded arms in front of her.

He slows eventually too. At some point, he doesn't know when. Before she does maybe; it doesn't matter. He just knows it feels good, and his balls ache, and he's covered in sweat. Also, yes, his fingers are going to leave marks.

He lets go after he's pulled in a few long, deep breaths. He even makes an absent-minded gesture of rubbing over one hip, as if that would make the red marks look less angry. But then he just lets go and eases out, ties the condom off and bends down to lay one kiss on her back.

'That was good.'

Yep. Very good. He'll just be sprawling out on the bed now, ktnks.

Tess does the same, ever so slowly, and rolls over to lay on her back beside him. Her whole body aches and she's sure it'll only get worse in the coming days, but man, was it worth it.

"Good."

She huffs out a laugh.

"That's a word for it."

He grins, and makes an attempt to stretch that largely fails. Ugh, what is movement. He's even too washed out to look properly smug.

'And to think you nearly said no.'

Foolish, foolish woman.

She did, didn't she? Tess knows what she was thinking, and still sort of does, but she can't complain. Not a bit.

"Didn't take you long to convince me."

And it'll likely take him longer next time.

If there is a next time.