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Re: Mark & Chelle -- Saturday December 30th, early afternoon -- SMUTTY
It seemed like it took an eternity, but it did start to feel good, and when he questioned her, Chelle nodded her head as she gasped out an affirmative response. She reached for him, then, pulling him into another deep kiss. Any moans she uttered drowned in the kiss, but it should have been obvious that she was enjoying herself.

"God.. fuck.. oh my gosh.. feels good," she moaned unintelligibly when they came up for air. It probably didn't matter if what she was saying didn't make any sense. It was clear he was making her feel so good.

Mark snorted softly when she nodded and gasped. For a brief moment, he considered pushing for more of a verbal response, but that was forgotten when she began to pull at him.

"Good," he breathed as their lips met.

It had taken a fair amount of self-control to move so slowly, and he was more than eager to let his less patient side take control.

He pushed himself into her harder and faster than before as their mouths worked together. He could feel her moaning into the kiss, and that was enough to assure him that she was more than happy with the pace.

Several moments later, he was desperately close to a release, and he forced a hand between them so that his thumb could circle her clit.

"I'm gonna..." he panted, unable to complete the sentence. "You better... fuck..."

He forced himself to keep moving when he finally came, but his movements turned almost mechanical. Fucking fuck, that had felt good.

Had she been in pain mere moments ago? To Chelle that discomfort felt like a distant memory right now as her hips began to roll towards his at a much more frantic pace. It felt unbelievably good and her fingers pulled roughly at his back, her nails digging into his flesh, nearly hard enough to break the skin.

She moaned his name, though the sound was lost against his lips, drowned in the heated kisses they shared as their bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm. It felt so good. Chelle was certain she was going to black out from sheer pleasure at any moment now.

When his panted, incomplete command echoed between them, she didn't have to be told twice. Even if she'd wanted to resist, the thumb rubbing over her clit pushed her straight over the edge and she moaned loudly as she came.

Holy shit. That had been amazing. Much better than anything she'd ever experienced.

Though spent, Mark continued to thrust into her. She had followed him over the edge, of course, but he milked the the release for that last little bit of pleasure. When he could no longer move, he held himself over her and forced the air to move in and out of his lungs. Fucking fuck. It really didn't get any better than that.

Once he was able to breathe, he gave her something of a smirk. "You're welcome," he mumbled, referencing the conversation they'd had before they'd slipped off together.

Never one to cuddle, he pushed himself away from her. It took him a moment to locate a trash can, but once he had, he discarded the condom he was wearing.

"We should probably get back," he told her even though he knew some girls wouldn't like hearing that sort of thing after sex. "Wouldn't want them to come looking for us."

While stooping to retrieve his own clothing, he gathered hers. "Here," he murmured as he passed them to her.

Another guy might have felt guilty for ditching a girl once he'd taken her virginity, but Mark didn't give it a second thought.