Peter Kimura Whelan (itakunai) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-12-12 20:47:00 |
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With the girls gone for the night, Savannah had no qualms about her playful makeout session with Pete taking a definite turn towards something more. They’d been together for over a month and hadn’t gotten very far in the sex department, but their luck was changing that night. Hands tangled in Pete’s hair and pulling him closer like she couldn’t get enough of him, Savannah finally pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against his and letting out a shaky exhale. “Get your pants off.” He nodded eagerly, biting back an unnecessary 'hell yeah' that seemed like it wouldn't be well received. Pete pushed himself off of her just enough to wedge his hands between them and start working on doing as she'd asked, but the sudden shift made him stumble on the narrow couch and nearly fall off of it. He faceplanted with his head on one of her breasts. "Sorry," he said, his voice muffled. Savannah let out a grunt of surprise at the impact and her hand tightened in Pete’s hair, instinctively pulling him back. “Ow,” she half grumbled, half laughed, “You know I like it rough sometimes, but not like that.” "Sorry," he repeated with a bit of a grin, moving his hands back up to brace his weight on either side of her body. This sort of clumsiness was new to him; he wasn't sure what to blame it on besides nerves. It felt silly to be anxious about this, though. As she'd said, it was nowhere near the first time they'd hooked up, and this time wasn't all that different. Either way, he was sure they'd figure it out. "Just not used to making out on this couch yet, I guess," he said, dipping his head back down for another kiss. Her free hand moved down, teasing under the hem of his shirt and tracing along the waist of his pants. “Need help or do you can handle it?” "Why don't you take care of it?" The last thing he wanted to do was fall off-balance again. He defaulted to his typical smugness, though, hoping to hide the nervousness he was feeling. "I bet you could handle what you find," he added, shifting on top of her so he could brush the tenting of his pants against her hand. Her hand moved down to cup his erection through his pants and grinned at him. “I’ve handled it before,” she smirked, then let her hands move up to undo the button and zipper of his pants. “Should we move this to the bedroom so we don’t have any more unfamiliar couch incidents?” She teased. Despite her words, her hand started moving back to the elastic of his boxers and working her way inside. He couldn't help but laugh even as she made contact with his cock and caused his eyes to close briefly at the feeling. "Yeah," he agreed, though he made no move to get up off of her just yet. It'd been a while since the last time he'd had sex -- and a long while since the two of them had sex -- and even though it would just be a couple of minutes before they got upstairs and into her bedroom, Pete wasn't sure he wanted her to stop just yet. Still, he wasn't so gone as to lose sight of the bigger picture already; Savannah sharing a place with her kids was a lot different than her sharing a place with her roommate like she had in college, the last time they'd had sex somewhere besides a bedroom. "It's weird if we do it here, right?" he asked, just to double check. Savannah wasn’t keen on stopping either, but the idea of having sex on the couch that she watched movies with her ‘kids’ seemed to cross some line. “Probably,” she said, hand softly grasping his cock as she leaned in to kiss him. It was easy to get carried away but eventually she pulled back, despite every protest her body was making in her mind. “We should go upstairs,” she said breathlessly, hand slowly beginning to stroke him. "Yeah," he said again, the word coming out on the tail end of a groan this time. He pulled himself away with haste, despite his reluctance to separate from her, and ditched his half-down pants next to the couch before he reached for her hand to pull her upstairs. They'd pick up afterwards, before the others came back the next day (he hoped so, at least), and Pete thought he looked pretty charming anyway with his rumpled dress shirt, tie, and obvious erection in his boxers. He kissed her again once they reached the top of the stairs, his hands roaming over her body and settling on her breasts through her clothing. Between the numerous kisses, touches and pit stops along the way up to the bedroom, finally Savannah grabbed Pete’s hand and dragged him towards the bed. Eager to finally be doing this, Savannah gave Pete another kiss before pulling back and starting to undress. They’d been easing into this whole thing between them, but honestly, she hadn’t had sex in over a year and she was ready. Down to her panties and bra, she gave Pete a sly smile and said, “You still wanna spank me?” "I always want to spank you," Pete told her very seriously. He'd lost his tie and shirt while she'd gotten out of most of her clothes, but his boxers were still on as he moved closer to Savannah and placed his hands on her hips, turning her around and pushing her towards the bed with him following behind her. "Bend over," he commanded, though once she did he couldn't help but pause to take in the sight before him. "You're so pretty," he added, the words coming out a bit less dirtily and a lot more romantically than he'd originally intended, what with the impending spanking and all that. Resting on her elbows and bracing herself for impact, her brows furrowed together slightly at his words. That wasn’t what he usually said when he was staring at her ass, but it’d been awhile since they’d done this so maybe he was just out of practice. Giving her ass a shake, Savannah looked back and grinned at Pete. “So I’m on the naughty list, huh, baby?” she asked, hoping to get them back on track. It worked, too, at least at first; he leaned in, pressing his cock against her as he reached down to undo her bra and toss it aside. "Definitely way more naughty than nice," he said, punctuating his words with a hearty slap. It sounded like it hurt, though, so he pulled the fabric of her underwear aside so he could soothe the skin with a gentle rub. At first Savannah thought Pete was just trying to fake her out, lure her into a false sense of security before he spanked her again, but his touch was too tender for too long. “Mmm, baby, c’mon, the anticipation is killin’ me,” she said, her voice growing husky with increased arousal. "Yeah?" There were a couple of things she could've been referring to then -- spanking or sex or something else he wasn't aware of just yet -- but he couldn't help but move forward again, placing a hand on her hip to pull her closer as his cock sought her out once more. His other hand skimmed her front, brushing over both breasts before he moved it into her underwear. "What do you want?" he asked then; it sounded like a sexy kind of question, but Pete wanted to make sure they were on the same page. Savannah moaned at the contact of his erection against her ass and his hand wandering into her panties and pressed back against him. Glancing over her shoulder to give him a barely controlled look, she said, “Please, Pete, want you so much.” She was doing her best to not sound too desperate, but the last time she’d had sex was over a year ago. A year without intimacy and physical contact could take a toll on a person, but waiting for someone and something worthwhile felt like it had been the right decision. Even if Pete’s teasing was driving her crazy. "Want you too," he said gruffly, the words catching in his throat as he ran his fingertips through her wetness, seeking out her clit. Savannah gasped at the contact, eliciting a grin from Pete. This was much better than trying to figure out why he suddenly was unable to spank her. Like, way better. He rocked his hips against her ass once more, his eyes closing involuntarily as he tried to hold himself together, before he tugged her underwear down with his free hand and did the same with his boxers, getting both as far off as he could. And then the worst realization hit him, so obvious he should've remembered much earlier than now: "I have condoms, but they're downstairs." Savannah let out a frustrated groan, both from the feeling of his cock against her wetness and from the realization that he’d need to leave to get the condoms. The small irrational part of her brain told her they should just risk it, but Pete was a doctor -- and a doctor that specialized in delivering babies at that -- so she knew it probably wouldn’t be a good decision to make. “Then go get them,” she said, after a few moments, the struggle of prolonging this clear in her voice. "Okay," Pete said quickly, trying to cover up the fact that he'd been about to suggest risking it, too. He pulled away, almost tripping off of the bed before he remembered to take his boxers off entirely, then half-walked, half-jogged -- something he hadn't yet experienced with an erection -- downstairs and back to retrieve them. He tore the package open almost immediately upon returning to her bedroom and started to roll it on, biting his lip briefly before he aimed a proud smile over at her. "Got them!" he announced, probably unnecessarily. In the few moments Pete had been gone, Savannah moved off her knees and up the bed, sitting with her back against the headboard. Rubbing her thighs together with anticipation, she let them part slightly as he moved closer towards her. “Quit grinnin’ like an idiot and get up here,” she said, though the smile on her face was obvious. He didn't hesitate to do as she'd asked and shift onto her once she'd resettled lower on the bed, his hands resting on either side of her body to take some of his weight off of her. “We’ll revisit the spankin’ later but right now I just want you inside me.” She didn't have to ask twice. Even though they'd barely messed around, he wanted this as much as she had and considering the fact that they'd originally first slept together the night they'd met, putting it off had been a challenge -- but one they'd taken up on purpose. He was more than ready and, judging from how easily he slid into her, so was she. Pete took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto hers, then started up a steady rhythm. "Good?" he asked on the tail end of a gasp, lowering his head to kiss her. Savannah kissed Pete back eagerly, nodding against his lips as she did. He was inside her and he was kissing her and the idea of stopping any of that for even a moment to tell him that, yes, it was good, seemed impossible. Rocking her hips back up against him, not even trying to ease into this, Savannah tangled her fingers through Pete’s hair and moaned out when his cock hit her in just the right spot. As much as it was obvious that Savannah was chasing an orgasm, there was a part of her that realized this was all happening too fast. Her breath was heavy as she pulled back from their kiss, and asked, “Should we slow down?” "What?" Considering the circumstances, it was difficult to know if she meant the pace they were moving at or the fact that they'd started having sex in the first place. Either way, though, it seemed like it wasn't a good idea to keep going while she clarified. He stilled, biting his lip with the effort of it, and sent a confused look down in her direction. "Everything okay?" “I’m just not gonna last long if we keep goin’ like this,” Savannah said, her breathing heavy as she spoke. Not that it would necessarily be a bad thing, but this was their first time having sex now that they were back together again and she wasn’t sure if they were supposed to be making a big deal about it. Their relationship had changed so much from college and Savannah wanted to make sure that applied to their sex life as well. "That's okay," he said, unable to stop an amused smile from spreading across his face. "I don't -- I'm pretty into it." Except maybe she wasn't? His smile faded slightly as he added, "If that's okay." With Pete still above her, Savannah rocked against him gently, drawing out a gasp from him, and leaned up for a kiss before saying, “We could always go for round two later and take our time then.” "Yeah," he agreed, but he still hesitated to resume the pace they'd left off. They'd gotten into such a good rhythm, and her request to temporarily pause was making him second guess the fact that they'd fallen into this so quickly after trying to withhold from sex. When no argument against it followed from her, though, he bit his lip and shifted to move again, pulling out steadily before pushing back in again. "Good?" Despite their brief cooldown, Savannah quickly felt herself getting back into the rhythm they’d had before. “God, Pete, yes,” she moaned, nails raking gently down his back to grab his waist and pull him back against her. She hadn’t meant to make him second guess this happening, but hopefully her enthusiasm now left little question in his mind that she was just as into this as he was. It didn't take much more to convince him, either; he dipped his head back down for a kiss, her lips muffling an involuntary groan of his, as they continued to move together. "Missed this," he said, his voice a little more ragged than just a moment ago. "Forgot how fucking good you feel." “Missed this too,” Savannah moaned, her hips rocking against his as she started to feel herself getting close again. “God, why did we wait so long?” Her voice was shaky and her nails dug into Pete’s shoulder as she felt herself reaching the precipice of her orgasm, just waiting for that one last push to put her over the edge. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to answer. It was getting harder to think, let alone answer her question, the longer they continued to move together, but it felt too good to stop. "Trying to make sure it was right, I think." He rolled his hips harder, searching a faster pace as she held onto him tighter. "Good thing we don't have to wait anymore." Pete had her so worked up and this was far from their first time at having sex, so it didn’t take much. With one more thrust Savannah inhaled sharply and tightened around his cock, her body completely overwhelmed by the feeling of him, and it wasn't long until the familiar feeling of her orgasm coaxed his own out, too. He lowered his head to kiss her, gasping her name against her lips while he rode it out, then stilled on top of her with a shuddering breath. "Okay?" he asked after a moment, just to make sure. Still breathing heavily, Savannah nodded and leaned up to kiss first Pete’s chest, then his neck and finally his lips. “Better than okay. I’m glad we’re doin’ this,” she said before quickly adding, “I mean, not just the sex, though I’m not complainin’ about that either,” she laughed. “I just mean, I’m--you make me happy, Pete.” "Me, too." He smiled, kissing her once more before reluctantly moving off of Savannah, intent on cleaning up as quick as he could before getting under the covers. As good as it was inside her, he was ready for what came after. They'd never been all that big on post-sex cuddling before, when they'd just been sex friends, but things had changed for the better once they'd started dating for real. Pete still wasn't sure how he'd ever thought that what they'd had before was a real relationship, but he was glad that he had this to compare it to now. Quick to cuddle up to Pete, she rested a head on his shoulder as a hand on his chest, completely relaxed in his arms. She was in no rush to cut the cuddling short but now that she’d gotten a taste of sex with Pete that had feelings, well… she was eager to go again. Tilting her head up to look at him, she said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about round two.” "Yeah, I know." He shifted onto his side, pulling her closer, and lazily skimmed one of his hands over her waist and hips. "Just give me a moment," he added with a grin, looking back at her. They were older now, and he was a little more tired than he'd usually be after sex, but that didn't mean he would give up the chance to make her come again. After all, they had all night. |