A smile broke across his lips as he felt her fingers beneath his jeans. He sat up slightly, he didn't speak, but seemed to silently ask if she wanted to stop of proceed. Her look made it clear. Domino's shirt was shed, which was a blessing as he was starting to heat up a bit. As they returned to a passionate kiss, his hand drifted down her hip and hiked her skirt up.
What followed felt like a blur. It was as if he was on autopilot but remembered every detail. He didn't think, he just acted, which seemed to work for him and allowed him to not loose control. He tried to be a considerate lover, making sure she was just as pleased as he was in the end. And while there was still a little practice he could use to enhance the journey, the outcome was the same. Clothes tossed aside, two bodies joining in the throes of passion- or at least hormonal teenage passion.
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A little breathless, lowered next to the raven haired vixen on the bed for only a brief moment to recover. He could still taste her on his lips and recalled the warmth of being inside her. After not more than a few seconds, he pushed himself up and started to reach for his clothes (after discarding the protection that even impulsive teens are smart enough to use). As he started to slip his boxer-briefs on he glanced back at Natália. "God, you're beautiful out of breath." He said softly with a playful smile.