krempuff | [for Adaline; April]

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[for Adaline; April]

Krem made sure that he had enough time to get home and shower before Adaline would be coming over. He didn't know, really, if she would be baking bread at his place as well, but he wanted to at least have enough time for that. It was a day he had off work, but he'd been at the gym anyway, which meant he'd gone harder than necessary, which meant he needed the shower even more than ever if he was going to have her over.

He was probably acting a damn fool about this. But it was worth making a good second impression. Just in case the first impression was just the wine talking.

Of course, since the lemon cake was a process, it still left him idling as he waited for Adaline to show up. He double checked that he'd texted her the proper building and apartment number, that he hadn't come across rudely. He tidied a little. He took off the cat's collar, just so she wouldn't spook Adaline--after all, there was no reason to assume Adaline would be able to see a ghost cat, like Krem could, so a floating collar would be awful strange. And then, he simply waited between steps of making the cake, as patiently as he possibly could, trying not to be nervous the whole time.

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Krem paused as she whimpered, softening the kiss a little and pulling back his hips a bit, easing his fingers out of her slowly. The last thing that he wanted was her this to be unpleasant for her. He shifted his kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then back up to her lips, being soft and gentle with her and lifting his hips up off her as he touched her slowly wherever he could reach.

"I just need a minute," she says, flushing, laughing a little as she leans into the sweet way that he's kissing her. "It's...lovely. You're lovely." her fingers skim the skin between his shoulder blades. "That thing your voice does sometimes....when you want me to do as I'm told."

Her cheeks blush darker.

"Take as long as you need," Krem said, trailing his fingertips across her skin slowly. He kept his weight off her for the most part, but let the slight weight of the toy rest in the crook of his thigh for now, the solidness a sort of promise, a reassurance of more if she'd like.

"Or we can stop for now." He smiled. "I can go finish up the cake, we can have a slice, some more wine. Whatever you'd like."

"Oh, no," says Adaline, shaking her head a little, looking up at him. "Don't stop. I don't need you to stop. I just needed a breather." She lifts one long leg and wraps it around his hips, pulling him in more snuggly against her. "I remember someone telling me that he was going to hold me down."

Krem laughed, light and a little tender, as she wrapped him in closer. He kept his hips back for just a moment longer, reaching down between them to make quick work of rolling the condom onto the toy and then slicking it with a little bit of lube--she was slick, but it never hurt to have a little extra.

He rubbed against her, slow and lazy, once that was done, and then grabbed her hands, pinning them down to the bed next to her shoulder. His voice took on that slightly husky tone again as he nudged, slowly, into her.

"I also said I might play with your ass a little," he murmured against her mouth. "We'll see where the night takes us."

Adaline bites her lip as the toy starts to slide into her. She flexes her fingers but doesn't try to pull away from the grip he has on her wrists. Once again, that tone of voice sends a shiver straight through her. Her heel presses into the back of his thigh. The flush in her cheeks is dark and enduring. She bites her lip for a second.

"You did say that," she says, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smirk. "I must look like that kind of girl."

He went slowly, since he had no way of gauging how it felt for her except for her body language. He watched her carefully--her face, her shoulders, the way that her breathing hitched and shuddered in her chest.

He kissed her bitten lower lip, answering her smirk with one of his own as he sank further into her.

"Next time," he said softly, "you can do whatever you like to me."

"That," says Addie, biting her lip and arching a little, her head pressing into the pillow, "Sounds like a very tempting offer." Her breath hitches a little, reminding her that she's still wearing her bra, that the clothes he's left her in highlight and outline nudity, rather than doing anything to hide it.

She groans softly, her fingers curling.

He closed his own hands a little tighter around her wrists as she flexed her fingers, not because she seemed to want to wiggle away from him, but because he had said, and she seemed to want, that sort of firm physical authority. He sank the last little bit of the toy into her, could feel the warmth of her up against him, and he settled for a moment, right up against her.

"It seems fair, after all. You've been terribly accommodating." He rocked his hips into her without really pulling out. "So very accommodating."

"Oh, I do my best," she says, biting her lip again as his hands tighten on her wrists, as he rocks his hips, shifting the toy inside her. She lifts her head, grazing a kiss against his jaw. "That feels so good."

Krem purred gently and angled his head, tilting to kiss her gently on the lips, almost a teasing kiss. He started to roll his hips a little more earnestly, setting up a slow pace first, pulling out just a little and pressing in deep, grinding in.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Oh, Maker, Adaline, you're lovely like this."

"You're not so bad yourself," she says, smiling up at him, lifting her head to chase after more kisses, her mouth brushing against his. "If this is any indication of your prowess then I sincerely hope I get more..." She moans softly. "Invitations to tea."

He smiled, kissing her, chasing her back down and pressing her into the mattress with his kisses, with the arch of his body ass he slowly picked up the pace a little. He managed a few strokes, pinning her down and kissing her like that, before he laughed and pulled back a bit from her mouth. "Hell with this."

It was easy enough to roll over onto his back, taking her with him. Even with her lighter weight, the shift still sank him all the way into her. He made quick work of removing her bra and tossing it aside.

"I want to see you move."

At first, the shift is disorientating. She finds herself stripped of her bra in no short order and the toy feels bigger from this angle. She shifts her hips for a moment, getting used to the press of it inside her and then she arches her back, rolling her hips a little and biting her lip.

"Like this?" she asks, her fingers grazing over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples.

The first, slow movements, the sight of her touching herself, made Krem groan softly. It sent a shock of heat directly to his groin, a pool a delicious desire between his thighs. He let Adaline move on her own, however she wished, for the moment, scraping his nails down her sides until his hands sat firmly on her hips, fingers squeezing at her ass.

"Yes," he breathed, grinning up at her. "Just like that."

She loves, she's finding, when he makes that particular sound. She rocks in his lap, slowly at first, teasing him as much as she's teasing herself. She rolls her hips back into his hands on her ass, pinching at her nipples, tugging lightly, biting her lip as she looks down at him.

"You like it?" she asks, teasing. "I'm up to requirements?"

"Surpassing," he assured, and laughed softly. He gave her ass a gentle swat, planting his feet flat on the bed so he could meet the roll of her hips with the lift of his own. His soft, breathy groans turned deeper, throatier; the new angle pressed the toy back against him as well, and each thrust rubbed against him pleasantly.

Adaline switches then, less a roll of her hips, more of a bounce, rocking up onto her knees so that she can sink back down onto the touch, her back arching when she does.

"You can do that again," she says. "Harder."

"And here I was, worried you'd ask me to stop." He grinned, keeping his hips moving to meet her in counter as she started to bounce. He watched her breasts bounce and sway, panting softly as they both moved. The next time that he slapped her, it was harder, a solid, resounding slap across her ass that he could feel stinging in his palm. "Like that?"

Even given what they're doing, even given what she must look like right then, the noise that Adaline makes when he slaps her like that is obscene. Her head falls forward for a minute, blonde hair curtaining her flushed face for a moment.

"Like that," she says.

Krem smiled up at her, sitting up a bit so that he could kiss her, so he could be closer to her as she moved on top of him. Kiss her collarbones, the top of her breasts, across her shoulders and up her neck. There was a light, thin sheen of sweat on her skin, and he breathed in against it, palming at her ass with both hands now. Sitting up, he couldn't get a good angle to slap her again. So he just teased at her, squeezed her, felt how their bodies fit together like this.

When he leaned back away from her, just a little, he gave her another swat, this time to the other cheek. He matched the slap with a rough thrust of his hips.

She loves his hands her. She can't seem to get enough of it. He thrusts up into her and Adaline groans, arching to press her hips back into his hands as he slaps her again. She rests one hand on his shoulder, the other grazing over the curve of one breast, squeezing.

She bites her lip, tipping her head back so her body makes a straight, smooth line from the point of her chin down to where the toy is pressing into her.

"Maker, you're lovely." Krem arched into Adaline's touch with a breathy, grinning abandon, more than happy to press filthy kisses to her skin as she touched him, as he touched her, and they moved together. The sound of their bodies moving, coming together with slick, wet sounds filled up the room around them, filled in the spaces between their breathing.

He teased a finger gently along the cleft of her ass, against her entrance, not pushing in but pressing against as he brought his other hand around to rub his thumb against her clit with purpose now.

The touch of that finger, intimate as it is, makes Adaline's cheeks burn, but she doesn't make any attempt to pull away from him, doesn't withdraw any of her freely given consent. She rocks forward against the thumb on her clit, eyelashes fluttering at the shift of the toy inside her as she moves.

Her rocking hips did nothing to slow him down. He grinned up at her, smiling, enjoying every shift of her body, the flush of her face, the way her ribs heaved with her breathing. He just kept his thumb moving against her, insistent now as the thrust of his hips became a more stuttering pace. It encouraged more of a bounce of her own hips, making her breasts bounce and sway as well; he bit his lip around a smile.

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