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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
Mark rolled his hips roughly against hers as he nipped and sucked at each of her lips. She felt incredibly good, and he groaned softly as their bodies moved together.

To be perfectly honest, he didn't really care why she was suddenly so receptive to his charms. He only cared that she was receptive.

"You're so fucking sexy," he purred.

His hand shifted to the inside of her thigh as he spoke, and almost instantly, he began to move it higher. Seconds later, his fingertips were pressing against her center, and he deepened the kiss in the hope that he could swallow any moan he coaxed from her.

Holy shit.

Chelle wasn't completely inexperienced when it came to boys, but until very recently, no one other than her had ever had a hand in that particular spot and Chelle could barely think when his fingers pressed against her center.

She moaned against his lips, but the sound was drowned in the deep kiss they were engaged in. Her hips rolled toward him, encouraging what he was doing as she followed him deeper into the kiss.

Holy crap, that felt amazing. She might have reconsidered had she been sober, but at the moment she hoped he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

Mark became bolder with each passing second. It was obvious that she was just as into this as he was, and his fear that she might push him away was fading quickly.

His fingertips pushed around her bikini bottoms when she began to moan into his mouth, and he stroked over her slit several times before pushing a single digit into her opening.

"So hot," he panted between kisses. "So fucking tight."

Moments later, that single finger was extracted and replaced with two. He was trying to take his time, but he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of her.

Nothing Chelle could begin to get out of her mouth was remotely intelligible. She'd thought having his fingertips pressed against her felt good, but it was nothing compared to the sensation that washed over her when his finger pushed around her bikini to touch bare flesh.

"Fuck.. guh... sh.. holy.. fuck.. guh." She nipped and pulled hungrily at his mouth, as though she could somehow ground herself if they could just keep kissing.

There was some slight discomfort when he pushed a second finger inside her, but Chelle was too far gone to care. The discomfort was mild compared to the waves of pleasure that washed over her as his fingers moved inside her.

"Guh.. want you," she moaned without lifting her lips from his.

Mark smirked against her lips when she began to babble unintelligibly. Very few of the sounds she was making formed words, and the ones that did only served to encourage him. It was more than a little obvious that she was enjoying herself.

"So fucking hot... so wet... so perfect..."

He was, of course, unaware of any discomfort she felt as his fingers continued to pump into her. There had been a time when he'd wondered if she was a virgin. That was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment, though.

"Want you," he echoed.

The instant those words left her mouth, Mark began to push impatiently at their clothing. As they were both fully dressed, it took him a few moments to successfully remove their garments. Once he'd managed it, though, he quickly rolled on the condom he'd retrieved from his wallet and positioned himself over her.

"So fucking sexy," he breathed as he brought his lips back to hers and began to push himself into her tight opening. Had he known she had never done this before, he would've used a little more patience. As it was, he was only focused on what they both seemed to want.