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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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.

Adaline bites her lip over a grin, a little breathless. She slides her hands up to cup her breasts, not hiding them but lifting, squeezing, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

She drops one hand, her fingers sliding over Krem's between her legs, pressing his thumb a little harder against her.

"Right there."

Krem smiled openly, pressing his thumb harder, rubbing a little faster, under her direction for a moment. He liked the way that Adaline touched him, the certainty in her touch, the subtle roughness, the smoothness of her palms against the parts of him that he kept so private, so hidden.

Everything about it shot heat and light and desire through him and, though he hadn't thought he would, he thought he might be able to get off just from this. From watching her come apart, from feeling her weight on his hips, from touching and listening to her.

Adaline arches for a moment, pushing one hand into her hair, her head tipped back, her teeth worrying her lip. Her hips stutter for a moment and then her thighs are squeezing against him as she comes, her head tipping forward until she's bent almost double as it shivers through her.

He arched up to her as she bent double, nipping at her breast as he had the first time they'd been together. This time, it was a mirror of the first mark. He pressed his face into the valley of her breasts and groaned against her skin, sucking up a bruise where the gore of her bra would fall again, opposite where the last bruise had been, continuing to move for a moment as he worked her through the waves of her orgasm. It wouldn't do to leave her wanting half way through, after all.

Adaline pushes her fingers into his hair, pulling, holding his mouth against her skin as she comes hard, her thighs spasming, her cunt clenching around the toy. If she was in her right mind, she might worry about hurting him but, in that moment, she's lost among stars.

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