RP: Second Date Who: Alex & Manny What: A homecooked dinner for their second date... When: 7 March 2028 Where: Manny's flat Warnings: NSFW Completion Status: Complete
When he'd first suggested cooking for her for their second date, Alex had wondered if it was a subtle move to get her in bed, not that she was opposed to the idea in general. But Manny wasn't that kind of guy, from everything she'd seen of him so far, and she would be surprised if that had been his motive in the suggestion. As she leaned against the island counter in his kitchen, watching him cook, she reminded herself that she'd set up her dating profile with the intention of not rushing into things. And sleeping with him on the second date would probably be rushing things.
That didn't mean she hadn't come prepared for the possibility, her toothbrush, glasses, and contact case tucked away in an expanded pocket of her purse.
Her phone was in her hand, the camera app open as she angled the device to document him cooking a meal for her. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, already thinking of the caption she'd use on the Winstagram post. Manny rolled his eyes in a self-indulgent way. “I don’t mind,” he said, his mouth staying in a straight line. He might not mind her taking his picture, but he wouldn’t smile for it. He wasn’t someone who smiled for pictures, despite having a Winsta himself (that he barely ever used).
He’d been surprised by his connection with Alex, but he also knew he needed a bit more of her type of whimsy in his life, even if that meant Winstagram posts.
He was cooking a simple Chicken Tikka Masala, having decided he didn’t really know her taste and so didn’t want force anything spicier or more complicated on her on their second date (and first dinner date, come to think of it). He could have taken her out for dinner, but he rarely got to cook for anyone more than himself, and he missed it, and she’d surprised him by being okay - excited, even - with the idea. After she finished with the photo, he held up a long wooden spoon with a small taste of the sauce on it. “Try?” he asked, even as the thought that feeding her a taste was an act of intimacy too far for their short acquaintance. After she took the picture and posted it, Alex tucked her phone away and focused on him. When he held the spoon out, she leaned across the island to steal a taste from it, humming at the depth of flavors. She could tell it was a dish full of flavor from the smell of it, but that didn't compare to the taste.
"Oh my god, yum!" she said, grinning at him. "Who taught you to cook?" she asked curiously, wondering what his childhood was like. When she grinned up at him after tasting, he smiled down and then dipped his head to steal a chaste kiss, hoping that was okay. “My mum,” he answered as he stood up straight again, getting back to working on their dinner.
“I guess she hated cooking, growing up, but was taught by her mum, and eventually connected to it. She wanted to teach all four of us, but I probably put more time into it than my siblings. Then again...” he said with a bit of joke in his voice, “I could probably say that about just about anything while we were growing up.” He’d always been the self-serious elder of the group.
“Do you cook?” He wasn’t looking to judge anything, was simply curious. The kiss, short and chaste though it was, had a flush spreading across her cheeks. Alex loved that he'd felt comfortable enough to do that, being a rather tactile person herself.
It seemed like a bit of a cliche, but she kind of liked that, if she were being honest. "I bet she loved that," she commented knowingly, as if that was every mother's dream, to have their children indulge their hobbies. Though cooking was, obviously, more than a hobby. "And I can't say I'm surprised. I don't imagine you become a Healer by being an underachiever."
The question seemed simple on the surface, but it was a difficult one to answer without going into details of the poverty in which she was raised. Or perhaps she just had a tendency to overshare and struggled to disconnect things into simple answers. "I do, yeah, but not anything really fancy. There were four of us kids growing up, and my mom was an expert at being creative in the kitchen and stretching things further than they should. There were a lot of casseroles and biscuits," she said with a soft, slightly awkward chuckle. And then she remembered that biscuits didn't mean the same thing in this part of the world, and her nose scrunched up. "And I mean the dinner roll sort, not cookies," she specified. He gave her a curious look at her use of ‘biscuits’ but then she explained and he smiled. “If it helps any, not to compare notes, but this is essentially the same idea. Stew and rice, instead of casserole.” He was somewhat familiar with the American concepts, but knew enough that stew and rice in India was... basically the same thing, just in a different form.
“Four of you, too?” he asked - he knew she had an older sister, but that was all. “What a coincidence.” He gave her a fond smile - maybe they had more in common than they yet knew.
While he was checking on the chicken, he asked, not looking up because of nerves, “I hope that was okay just there,” he meant the kiss. He didn’t want her thinking he was already too comfortable with her or anything, though he did feel an odd level of comfort and certainly a pull to her of the physical sort... "I mean, yeah, staples are kinda consistent around the world, right?" There were obviously cultural differences in food around the world, but rice, meat, veggies, and sauce in some combination seemed like a pretty common meal everywhere. "I'm really not worried about it. I'm not a picky eater," she assured him. "And I like to cook sometimes, it's just a lot less fun when it's for one."
Her eyebrows rose at his question, surprised that he also had three siblings. "Yep, third of four over here. My sister that lives out here, her name is Eve, I can't remember if I said… Anyway, she and I are in the middle, and we have an older sister, Victoria, and then our baby brother, Martin, though he'd probably grumble at being called the baby," she explained briefly.
At his words, she wasn't entirely sure what he was checking in about, and her eyebrows furrowed a bit. "Nothing hasn't been okay, but what specifically?" She wasn't even registering that he might be anxious about the kiss, and she didn't know him well enough to pick up on what his mannerisms meant. His face turned soft, and he turned to look at her. “Much less fun,” he said, full of meaning and understanding.
He nodded along with her description of her family as his hands were busy with stirring and sauteing. When she questioned him, though, he looked at her again with his lips back in their straight line. “Um, kissing you like that, casually.” He could feel his face heat up at the admission - he just wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing anything to mess this up, really. The look he gave her had her stomach in knots, and she wanted to lean over the island counter and kiss him again, but the moment passed before she could drum up the courage to be so forward. Alex pulled her lower lip between her teeth, silently berating herself for not indulging the impulse right away.
When he answered, Alex couldn't hold the wide smile back, her cheeks dimpling. "Definitely okay. Ten out of ten, would recommend," she said playfully, her head nodding in faux seriousness. "I like you a lot, Manny, and I don't think I'm imagining the chemistry. Pretty sure casual physicality is a good sign," she assured him, allowing herself to go around the island then, though she paused before getting too close, not wanting to be in the way of the cooking. When she approached him and then paused, he didn’t hesitate as he moved from the stovetop to lean down and kiss her again, this one less quick and more heated. His tongue darted out briefly to lick at her lower lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. The food could simmer for a moment without his attention, and he wanted to take advantage of this ‘casual physicality’, while he had the courage, and her encouragement. His arms came around her lower back to pull her just slightly closer - there was nothing demanding about his body, but there was a confidence and steadiness in the move. A shiver of pleasure coursed through her when he didn't hesitate to close the distance between them, taking her gesture for the invitation it was. Her hands slid up his arms, one resting on his shoulder while the other curled around the back of his neck as her lips met his. They parted at the feel of his tongue, welcoming the deepening kiss.
Her body pressed closer to him at the feel of his hand against her lower back, all the nerve endings in her body firing. Her tongue slid against his, and she lost herself in the taste of him, the feel of him, the contrast of soft and firm that had heat spreading from her core. She moaned softly into the kiss entirely without her permission, forgetting all her declarations of taking things slow. When she moaned, Manny pulled back from her mouth slightly with a smile on his lips. “I’m not the sort to expect anything on a second date, but if you keep making sounds like that...” He chuckled and then moved in to kiss her again, hoping to pull more sounds like that from her. The moan did something to him that he had not felt in ages. At least, not something he’d felt thanks to someone else in ages - he hadn’t been completely without urges over the last year and a half, after all, but he hadn’t indulged in a woman. And he wasn’t lying - he wouldn’t expect anything, and he hadn’t invited her over for that purpose, but damn that sound was amazing, and she was beautiful, and he was only human.
He deepened this kiss right away, his arms holding her more tightly against the length of his body, feeling more confident thanks to the way she leaned into him. His body was toned, without being bulky, and the way her supple curves molded to him sent shivers down his spine as he explored her mouth with a new sort of urgency. Alex looked a bit dazed as she smiled back at him, her lips still tingling from his kiss. It was a good thing that he didn't give her a chance to respond before he was kissing her again, otherwise she might have blurted out that she wasn't even a little bit opposed to seeing his bedroom tonight. It had only been a few months for her, but her last relationship had ended so spectacularly that she hadn't been sure she would be open to or comfortable with sleeping with a man so early in things.
As she returned the kiss, reveling in his strength, his steadiness, she supposed that her determination to take things slow was pretty well blown out of the water. She was okay with that. More than okay. Her body felt alive in a way it hadn't for a lot longer than the few months since her last relationship ended.
It wasn't long before she couldn't hold the sounds back, a noise somewhere between a moan and mewl sounding against his lips as her hand slid down from the back of his neck. Desire and instinct were driving her as her hand stroked down his toned chest before slipping beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin was warm and inviting, her hand splaying over his abs as her fingers curled around his side. A relatively innocent touch, all things considered, and yet it felt delightfully intimate. Manny couldn’t hold back a sigh - a long relieved sound that bordered on a groan - when her hands found his skin. Gods, it had been too long since he’d been touched and the sudden revelation that he’d been touch starved hit him like a freight train. One hand moved from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, fingers splaying in her hair in a slightly more demanding way - the result of his need, not of aggression. Manny wasn’t an aggressive man, outside of working with his interns at least, but her small touch had brought out something in him that he didn’t realize had been there: need and physicality.
He moved from her lips to kiss the corner of her mouth and he made his way from there to her jaw and her neck, his breath hot on her skin as he peppered her neck with not-so-innocent kisses. He nipped lightly at the point just behind her ear and then whispered to her, “You’re making it very difficult for me to be gentlemanly, or for me to even eat dinner,” and then he chuckled, a light, happy sound right in her ear. A shiver coursed through her at the feel of his fingers in her hair. It was a bit of a kink for her, having her hair touched, played with, even pulled to a degree. The chemistry she'd been sure existed exploded in a flurry of need and sensation, her fingers curling against his skin as she pushed up onto her toes, her body pressing impossibly closer to his.
Her lips parted on a gasp as his mouth moved over her neck, her head tilting to encourage his exploration. And when he whispered near her ear, she chuckled softly in return. "The food will keep," she whispered back, making it clear that she was not at all opposed to him not being gentlemanly. When was it appropriate to get intimate with the person you were dating, anyway? Every answer she'd seen or heard had been entirely arbitrary. He stopped his explorations and stepped back, only long enough to turn off the stove. He returned to her and his hands went to her sides where he lifted her suddenly onto a (clean) counter, and stepped between her legs, pulling her to the edge to bring their bodies together. He gave her a look as if to ask ‘is this okay?’ And then his lips returned to her neck, having better access now that she was higher up.
His hands went to her waist, holding her tightly as his fingers explored the skin just under the hem of her top. The soft squeak that slipped from her lips when he lifted her up morphed into a breathy giggle when he set her on the counter and pulled her forward. Her legs lifted, hooking around him and nudging him closer with her heels. Her skin tingled where his hand slipped under her blouse.
A small thread of logic managed to seep in through the lust-filled haze driving her, and even as her head fell back and her eyes slipped closed, she knew there was probably more they should talk about before moving forward. Talking seemed dreadfully overrated in that moment though. Instead, one hand slipped back under his shirt as the other slid into the hair at the nap of his neck. "God, your mouth is amazing," she breathed as his lips teased a particularly sensitive spot just below the corner of her jaw. Manny smiled into her at her giggle, and then again when she spoke. His smile turned to a sigh at her touch, though, and he stood up a bit straighter to kiss again, one hand moving from the delicious, smooth skin at her hips to her hair to tangle his fingers in it. He pulled back to say, “You’re one to talk, your touch is,” he groaned while he searched for the right word, “incredible.” He might have been self-conscious - it had been a long time, could she feel him getting hard against the inside of her thigh, was he doing this right, should they wait - if it weren’t for the haze that had come over his brain in such close proximity to her mouth. He kissed her again, deeply, his hand still at her hip gripping more tightly before moving to the small of her back and splaying wide across the skin there, and then moving to her side again, but further up more softly, nearly to her bra line, wanting to touch everywhere, or at least everywhere she'd let him. A breathy laugh escaped her at his words, feeling both more settled and stirred up, impossible though it seemed. As his hand slid further up her back, she became overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, to feel his stubble under her lips as she explored his jaw and neck the way he'd explored hers. And so she indulged the urge, breaking the kiss and letting her lips follow a trail from his mouth to his neck.
Her hands gripped the lower hem of his shirt, tugging it out from the grip of her legs around him. And as her lips explored, her teeth scraped along his skin periodically, wondering if she could elicit any delicious sounds from him. And then, feeling bold and daring, she murmured to him between kisses, "I've got a clean bill of health and take my contraceptive potions religiously." She wanted him to know that she was going into this with eyes wide open, that she wanted it as much as the noises he was making and the hardness she could feel pressing against her inner thigh told her he wanted it. Manny’s breath hitched as her lips traveled and then picked up rapidly at her words. She was trying to kill him, it was that simple. “Well that’s... good information to have,” he said, struggling to get the words out as her kisses short-circuited his brain.
He stepped back from her mouth long enough to reach the hem of her top and tease it for a moment before asking, “May I?” indicating with his hands that he’d very much like to strip it off of her. All thoughts of self-consciousness had fled his mind, as desperation seemed to take over. This was a woman he really liked, and she was a beautiful woman, and she apparently wanted him despite his rusty skills and ridiculous lifestyle of work work work and he decided in that moment that he really wanted her, too. She had rather suspected he would appreciate the information, and he didn't seem horrified that she was willing to sleep with him on their second date. She'd never understood the puritanical insistence that women hide and deny their sexuality, and she wasn't about to start doing it now.
As his hands went to the hem of her blouse, she pulled back to look at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Yes, please," she said, removing her hands from him and lifting them up so he could get her shirt off. It might have surprised her how unselfconscious she felt in that moment, sitting on his kitchen island in just her bra and jeans. The inexpensive bra, a blue imitation satin number with no added frills, was comfortable and supportive, showing just a peek of the curves of her full breasts above the cups. Her body was soft and curvy with little muscle definition, something that had bothered her in the past, though not enough to do anything about it.
"Tit for tat," she said lightly a moment later, her hands returning to the hem of his shirt and slipping under it. They stroked, palms flat, up his torso, reveling in the warmth of his skin, the hard curves of his muscles, bringing the shirt up with them. His eyes were wide, taking in her beautiful body, still modest somehow in her simple bra, but there was no shyness to her in the moment and he loved that. He did chuckle at her light implication and as her hands traveled up his body, he pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the floor along with hers before moving back between her legs, letting her thighs close in on him again. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough, as he moved back into her space to kiss at her collar bone and down her chest. His hands roamed all the new skin he had to explore as he took in every little sigh, hiccup, and change in breathing that he felt under his lips and heard as if amplified by a charm. As he settled between her legs again, Alex's head tipped back, shivering at his words and the press of his lips against her collarbone. "So are you," she breathed. A breathy chuckle slipped from her lips as she realized what she'd said. "Handsome, I mean." She'd only had a small glimpse of the smooth, muscled plane of his chest, and she looked forward to mapping it with her own lips before the night was over.
Alex wasn't shy in her responses to him, every touch, every press of his lips, seemed to stir up the lust in her, heat pooling between her legs, her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra. Her own hands weren't idle, her fingertips tracing over his arms and shoulders, her legs flexing around him as if she could draw him closer. "Manny," she breathed, one finger hooking under his chin to guide his lips back to hers. She wanted him. Desperately. Despite their state of undress and his desire, he felt his face heat up at her compliment - he wasn’t used to that. Not in a long while, at least. It was exciting, a beautiful young which who thought he was beautiful. He wondered for a brief moment - the thought just flitting through his mind unbidden - if she had ever dated a man of color before, but he didn’t even try to grab onto the thought, it didn’t matter, and he knew that.
When she moved his face up and practically breathed his name, he couldn’t help his slightly sarcastic response of, “Yes, Alex?” with a smile. "Should we go somewhere more comfortable?" she asked, perhaps a bit more brazenly than she typically thought herself capable of. Although she tried to be self-aware, there were some areas she just didn't see herself clearly.
She let her legs slip down a little, her fingers sliding down to stroke along his soft, smooth skin just above the waistband of his trousers. He didn’t miss her meaning, and then her hands reinforced her point. He leaned down to mouth at the point her shoulder met her neck and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure?” The question murmured into her skin. It was only their second meeting, after all, and had hadn’t joined the app to find ‘hook-ups’ like a lot of people tended to, but he really, really did want her in this moment. He just didn’t want her to think that had been his goal or that he only wanted that. Part of him desperately wanted to keep her on his counter, just get on his knees and show her how desperate he was for her, taste her until she was a shaking, weak mess and then do it all over again. But he didn’t want that to be their first time together, either, and in a way he felt a particular desperation to be inside her, to see her naked in his bed. Managing to hold back the laugh that time, Alex said, "Oh yes, definitely sure," her voice thick with amusement. She could imagine what he was thinking. She'd made it clear she wasn't interested in casual or in a rush for serious, and this seemed like the most tantalizing combination of both. It was also frustratingly, absolutely her M.O, not that she was considering that at the moment.
"It's this magical feeling of truly connecting with someone. I can't seem to resist it. So, even though I didn't set out thinking I would find you so quickly, I want to hold onto that feeling and run with it. I want you," she told him plainly, honestly. "And I'm pretty sure I have no need for that app anymore," she added, trying to feel out how interested he might be in seeing her exclusively. Manny’s face displayed his surprise at her admission - it was quick, and he hadn’t expected to find someone - especially for something serious - in his first meeting from the app. But she was right - it just felt right. He nodded, then, his face conveying that he understood what she was saying and felt the same, and his hands moved to her hips to gently lift her from the counter and then he lead the way to his bedroom.
Once there, he moved her to sit on the bed, his hands coming around her to gently, nearly reverently, remove her bra. He tossed it to the side, vaguely away of their shirts still piled on the kitchen floor. He sighed. “So beautiful,” he repeated himself from earlier, his eyes taking in her naked body with that same obvious hunger. He pushed her up the bed, crawling up her body, and dipped his head to mouth at her breast. “So good,” he got out between wet kisses. The fact that he had no words in response might have concerned her if she were thinking logically at that moment. There was no room for logic in the midst of the swirling emotions, the explosive chemistry, the physical sensations. And once he guided her off the counter, she followed him to his room, keeping one hand in his as she walked closely behind him.
His bedroom was so clean and tidy, and she couldn't help thinking it looked like a hotel room. How much time did he actually spend here? Was he home so little that he hadn't had time or hadn't bothered adding personal touches? Or did he simply prefer the minimalist look? The questions were chased from her mind as he removed her bra, her breasts bouncing a bit as they were freed.
Alex let him direct her up the bed, enjoying the way his take-charge approach contrasted the gentleness with which he touched her. Her legs spread, wishing she'd removed her jeans, before one leg hooked around him, her heel pressing against the back of his thigh. Her back arched, pushing her breast up against his mouth, as little gasps and moans slipped from her lips. Manny moved from her breast to leave her and stand again, his hands moving to her jeans hem. “May I?” he asked, teasing at the button. He then slowly - so slowly because he wanted to savor the moment - undid the button and zipper and tortuously slid her jeans down her legs, taking in every inch of perfect skin on the way down. He then stood fully to remove his own and returned to her, asking the same of her panties.
She lay before him naked before long and he groaned, unable to help himself. He shook his head. “You are so fucking beautiful</i>.” He knew he was repeating himself but it was the word that kept flashing like neon in his brain. He wasn’t sure if he had cursed around her, yet, but it was true - so fucking beautiful, it almost hurt.
He knelt over her on the bed and asked, “May I taste you?” There was something so innately polite about him, something that confused Alex as much as it comforted her. She'd never had a man take such care with her, and it had the warm feeling of safety spreading through her right alongside her arousal. She gave him permission each time he asked for something new, lifting her hips to help him remove the last of her clothes. And when he stood, she pushed up on her elbows, watching with greedy eyes as he took his own pants off.
The compliment pushed a shiver through her, feeling the earnestness of it, reveling in the reality that he truly thought her beautiful. It didn't sound like an empty compliment or flattery to get in her pants–why should it? She'd made it clear she was more than willing!–and that was another thing she was wholly unused to.
"God, yes," she breathed, hardly daring to believe he wanted to go down on her. Most guys, in her experience, didn't care to and acted like they were doing her a huge favor if she requested it. But not Manny. She shivered again as he made his way down her body, her knees falling apart in silent invitation. Manny kissed the inside of each of her thighs, moving slowly up them, showering her legs with attention from his lips and hands as he went. Then he parted her, his eyes going wide with reverence and hunger. He licked a swipe up her folds and hummed in happiness at her taste. “I was right. I knew you’d taste incredible,” he said, and then he truly began his work in earnest. She was soaking wet for him, her arousal apparently matching his own. He flicked her clit with his tongue and then inserted a finger, pumping in tandem with his tongue’s thrusts, easily finding a rhythm, but paying attention to her movements and noises and adjusting his method as he went.
Manny was methodical and detailed in everything he did in life and this was no different. He loved the taste of her, the sounds coming from her, and the way his cock strained with need, denying himself the slightest touch while he got her off, for hopefully only the first time this evening. At the first swipe of his tongue, her hips jerked off the bed, pushing herself against his mouth. She didn't think she'd ever wanted anything as much as she wanted him in that moment. Her body rocked in rhythm to the pace he'd set, her toes curling into the sheets, her gasps and moans getting stuck in her throat before bursting forth and filling the room.
And when the first orgasm overtook her, it was a sudden bursting of a dam, her walls convulsing around his finger. One hand curled in his hair, holding him against her as she rode the waves of pleasure, her other hand coming up to squeeze her breast. "Oh my god," she breathed as her body collapsed back against the bed, still feeling the echo of pulses between her legs. Her fingers relaxed against his hair, started to stroke through the dark, silky strands. "Wow." Oh fuck, her hand pulling on his hair, pushing his face closer to her, fucked with him in the best way. As she came, he couldn’t help the smug grin that came across his face, as he lapped at her more gently, helping her ride out the waves and last rushes.
He began moving up her body again as she lay prone and relaxed, kissing his way up her abdomen and stopping to suck and nip at her breasts, one hand teasing the right and his mouth attacking the left. She had just come, and probably wanted a rest, but really, he didn’t want to give her that. He wanted to keep her on edge, keep her on that high as long as possible. He murmured into her tit, “Fucking incredible,” and then moved up her body further, his mouth trailing hot kisses acros her collarbone and up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. He stopped kissing her long enough to whisper in her ear, “I would really, really like to fuck you right now, if that’s alright.” His voice wasn’t necessarily ‘asking’ but rather had a smug edge to it that said he knew she wanted the same thing. Nothing he was doing cooled the fire in her, nothing would allow the waves of pleasure to settle, and she was blown away by how lucky she was to have found such an amazing man, such a generous lover, in the first man she'd been interested in meeting off that silly app. Goosebumps rose all over her body as his mouth and hands traveled up her body, shivers coursing through her in small ways, feeling the ripples from head to toe.
And when his voice sounded at her ear, she didn't bother holding back the soft keen, one leg lifting to press her heel against his ass. "Fuck yes," she breathed, not that he needed any more permission than she'd already given him. She marveled at his use of 'fuck' rather than a softer word, feeling a thrill that he had that sort of passion in him. And even if a part of her felt like she ought to reciprocate, she didn't think he minded saving that for another time. The grin that lit up his face was anything but smug - it was all light and giddiness - at her response, and he hoped she could feel it pressed against her neck. He moved her further up the bed and settled himself above her, moving to notch himself inside her, slowly, torturing them both with the stretch and friction of it. Fully seated, he sighed heavily at the feeling - she was all heat and tightness surrounding him and he gave himself a moment to enjoy it before he began moving.
Just like before, he didn’t give her any brook for relaxation or to come down from the high of her orgasm. His pace was immediately fast and hard - truly fucking her into the bed just like he’d said he would. As he settled himself at her entrance, Alex shifted her knees up toward her chest, hooking her heels against his ass to encourage him, welcoming him. It seemed to take forever for him to fully seat himself within her, and yet no time at all until he was fucking her as he'd said he wanted to.
She was not an idle partner, her hips shifting away from the mattress and back, matching his rhythm, thrilled with the friction. It surprised her to feel the pleasure building toward another crescendo, not used to finding release during penetration. And yet, the force with which he pounded into her, that delicious angle that had him hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her, made it impossible not to orgasm again. As her walls tightened around him, her face pressed against the crook of his neck, her nails biting into his shoulder blades. Oh gods, as she tightened and fluttered around him like and then her nails scarred his skin in that delicious, oh so too fleeting way, he couldn’t help it, he let go and moaned loudly, cutting the noise off by suckling at where her neck met her shoulder as he came. It was like when you go over a particularly sharp drop on a rollercoaster - his stomach flipped, he felt dizzy and saw stars and the feeling of release, of freedom, of that small moment of total physical bliss, had him reeling.
He held himself above her on shaky arms so as not to crush her in his collapse, and as his breathing began to regulate again he felt himself slip out of her and then moved to on his side, gathering her up in his arms as he did so. “I was more right than I knew, you are so goddamned incredible,” he meant what he whispered into her skin - he felt he had hardly scratched the surface of knowing her, and yet he was already too grateful for words. He had signed up for that app figuring he could go on a date or two and would be able to tell his siblings he had gotten out of the office and tried and that would be that. And now... he really did want to get out of the office more often, if only to see her, even if only two dates in. She brought out desires and needs in him that he had... nearly forgotten even existed. Pulses of pleasure continued to shoot through her as he found his release deep within her, and as they both came down from the high of it, she felt as though her body melted into the sheets, her bones liquefying in bliss. She wasn't sure she could move, yet as he laid next to her, she found herself curling against him at the urging of his hands.
"Right back at ya," she murmured contentedly against his chest, her cheeks flushing as she reveled in both the orgasms and the compliment, more happy than ever that she'd downloaded that ridiculous app.