Of course I do. But, y'know, feel free to tell me what you like.
[ It's the casual part of casual sex she struggles with, not the sex.
She's a bit nervous, but refusing to let it show. A hand slides up Chris' thigh to wrap around his cock, stroking as she leans in. Her tongue slides up along the underside of his shaft before she takes him in her mouth.
Claire likes this part; feeling and seeing the effect she has. She keeps her eyes on his face to watch him while she works, hand and mouth working in tandem to get him fully hard. ]
( he sighs once her hands are around him, like it’s a relief, like he’s been waiting for some indefinite amount of time for this moment right here. once he’s in her mouth, he groans, no tact or reservation. there’s no use in being all quiet and shit: that’s the one thing about masculinity he thinks is kinda dumb.
for the record, chris also likes this part, and the part before it, and the part after it. really, there’s no way to have a bad time when you’re doing mouth things with a hot chick. )
You know, I could totally tell this about you. When I first saw you, I was like… like, “damn, totally a secret freak”. Just, fuck, good at hiding it.
( it’s quick, the way his cock goes from “getting there” to “there,” and hot, and huge in her mouth. it’s got the weight, length, girth, and veins that someone of his stature would sport. )
[ Part of her had wondered about the... proportions. She's getting an answer to that quickly, as within moments he's hard and her mouth is pretty full. But it doesn't deter her, if anything she's more determined to impress Chris.
Her gaze finally falls so she can better focus on what she's doing, her hand stroking at the base of his cock while her head slowly moves down. She doesn't seem to gag or choke too much, but can still only fit so much of him before she's pulling back, leaving his shaft slick with her spit.
Claire catches her breath a little, tongue sweeping around the head of his cock with a satisfied hum. Yeah, totally a secret freak who loves this, and she loves the praise. The way she goes back for more makes it all too obvious. She bobs her head some, matching the same rhythm with her hand, while her free hand reaches for one of his to drag up to her hair. ]
( he's totally cool with letting her get into a rhythm, start feeling herself, setting her own pace, all of that. he's woke, or whatever. plus, she's doing a great fucking job. it'd be different if she totally sucked at this. in that case, he might be more inclined to take the reins and tell her what to do but, as it were, she really does know what to do.
part of him thought she was just bluffing.
with her encouragement, his hand is fisting in her curls, loose against her scalp, gliding up, and down, and up with each smooth duck of her head. electric heat runs through him, and he gives a tug at her hair to get her attention. )
Can you take more? C'mon, let me see. You can do more. I got you.
( he's got his hand on her cheek, moved from its position on the couch, ready to guide her down lower. )
[ And that little tug is just what she'd wanted. She may be small, but she's definitely not fragile. Far from it.
Though Claire also likes the gentle encouragement; the hand on her cheek, and the way he's talking to her. It's turning her on as much as his cock in her mouth.
She can certainly take more, and she does, slowly moving her head back down. Now her she's a little more relaxed, jaw loosening. Her lips are wrapped around tight, tongue pressed along the underside of his cock as she pushes down far enough for the head to hit her throat. She barely flinches, wide eyes flickering up to check how Chris reacts. ]
( he's figuring that out, slowly but surely. he's getting to know her just as much as she's getting to know him. seeing the way her eyes light up with the hair-pulling? good stuff. hot, good stuff. )
Yeah, fuck. Hold still.
( he'd done well holding back the urge to thrust up into her mouth, especially once she made is so far down and look so good while doing it. what is she, a secret blowjob fairy? the hand on her cheek goes to holding her jaw as he moves his hips back and then thrusts up into the heat, her mouth, her throat. )
[ It's the casualness she struggles with, not the sex itself. But if he actually calls her a secret blowjob fairy, she will accept that title.
For now she's just taking his cock, keeping still as she's told, letting Chris take her. She's pretty sure her regeneration has something to do with her lack of a gag reflex, but honestly she's just glad it works out to her benefit in moments like this. It's so fucking hot, the way he's holding her in place while he slowly fucks her mouth.
And calling her a slut again... if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, she might have smiled. It shows in her eyes again, though. Claire likes that a lot. ]
( oh, chris is going to FREAK when he learns she’s a whole-ass alien.
for now, he’s getting off on the heat in her eyes, and the heat of her mouth, and her eagerness, and the way she never seems to yield. even with his cock down her throat, even with the way he picks up the pace, and brings her head forward, and moans at the pressure, she doesn’t seem to need to take a breather. she’s like his polar opposite. him, with his overactive gag reflex, and her with her apparent absence of one.
when it seems like he might abandon the thought of holding back and just outright cum down her throat, he uses the hand in her hair to pull her back, pull her off of him, and he looks down at her with bright eyes and a heaving chest. )
[ Her complete lack of resistance suggests she probably would have been fine if he hadn't held back. Still, she's pliable as he pulls her up and off his cock, licking her lips and catching her breath.
Claire doesn't need much recovery time before she's rising fluidly to climb up and straddle his lap. Her clothes are, annoyingly, in the way, as are most of his. She starts with tugging at the hem of his shirt to get it up and off. ]
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[ It's the casual part of casual sex she struggles with, not the sex.
She's a bit nervous, but refusing to let it show. A hand slides up Chris' thigh to wrap around his cock, stroking as she leans in. Her tongue slides up along the underside of his shaft before she takes him in her mouth.
Claire likes this part; feeling and seeing the effect she has. She keeps her eyes on his face to watch him while she works, hand and mouth working in tandem to get him fully hard. ]
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for the record, chris also likes this part, and the part before it, and the part after it. really, there’s no way to have a bad time when you’re doing mouth things with a hot chick. )
You know, I could totally tell this about you. When I first saw you, I was like… like, “damn, totally a secret freak”. Just, fuck, good at hiding it.
( it’s quick, the way his cock goes from “getting there” to “there,” and hot, and huge in her mouth. it’s got the weight, length, girth, and veins that someone of his stature would sport. )
It’s cool, though… You fucking love this.
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Her gaze finally falls so she can better focus on what she's doing, her hand stroking at the base of his cock while her head slowly moves down. She doesn't seem to gag or choke too much, but can still only fit so much of him before she's pulling back, leaving his shaft slick with her spit.
Claire catches her breath a little, tongue sweeping around the head of his cock with a satisfied hum. Yeah, totally a secret freak who loves this, and she loves the praise. The way she goes back for more makes it all too obvious. She bobs her head some, matching the same rhythm with her hand, while her free hand reaches for one of his to drag up to her hair. ]
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part of him thought she was just bluffing.
with her encouragement, his hand is fisting in her curls, loose against her scalp, gliding up, and down, and up with each smooth duck of her head. electric heat runs through him, and he gives a tug at her hair to get her attention. )
Can you take more? C'mon, let me see. You can do more. I got you.
( he's got his hand on her cheek, moved from its position on the couch, ready to guide her down lower. )
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Though Claire also likes the gentle encouragement; the hand on her cheek, and the way he's talking to her. It's turning her on as much as his cock in her mouth.
She can certainly take more, and she does, slowly moving her head back down. Now her she's a little more relaxed, jaw loosening. Her lips are wrapped around tight, tongue pressed along the underside of his cock as she pushes down far enough for the head to hit her throat. She barely flinches, wide eyes flickering up to check how Chris reacts. ]
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Yeah, fuck. Hold still.
( he'd done well holding back the urge to thrust up into her mouth, especially once she made is so far down and look so good while doing it. what is she, a secret blowjob fairy? the hand on her cheek goes to holding her jaw as he moves his hips back and then thrusts up into the heat, her mouth, her throat. )
Damn, Claire. So good... for a slut.
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For now she's just taking his cock, keeping still as she's told, letting Chris take her. She's pretty sure her regeneration has something to do with her lack of a gag reflex, but honestly she's just glad it works out to her benefit in moments like this. It's so fucking hot, the way he's holding her in place while he slowly fucks her mouth.
And calling her a slut again... if her mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, she might have smiled. It shows in her eyes again, though. Claire likes that a lot. ]
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for now, he’s getting off on the heat in her eyes, and the heat of her mouth, and her eagerness, and the way she never seems to yield. even with his cock down her throat, even with the way he picks up the pace, and brings her head forward, and moans at the pressure, she doesn’t seem to need to take a breather. she’s like his polar opposite. him, with his overactive gag reflex, and her with her apparent absence of one.
when it seems like he might abandon the thought of holding back and just outright cum down her throat, he uses the hand in her hair to pull her back, pull her off of him, and he looks down at her with bright eyes and a heaving chest. )
Get up here. Ride me.
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Claire doesn't need much recovery time before she's rising fluidly to climb up and straddle his lap. Her clothes are, annoyingly, in the way, as are most of his. She starts with tugging at the hem of his shirt to get it up and off. ]
I take it I was a good girl?