sundown | a football player and a countess kissing in a tree

[ Her body is a live wire, electrified, pleasure throbbing through her veins. Her nipples tighten, reactive to the touch. She loves her nipples being played with.

Breathless, she chokes out a noise for him when his fingers find the center of her. She’s wet, soaked already, should maybe be embarrassed by the degree to which she’s ready for him, but she isn’t. She feels liberated by it, rocking against his hand.

Licking into his mouth, she presses her forehead to his. Decides to return the favor, skimming her hands down his chest, circling the buttons of his dress shirt, before she pulls away to deftly undo them. One by one, hands dusting up to his shoulders once open to push it off them. ]

Off. [ That’s an order. ]

[The only embarrassing thing for Jamie is how much he wants to drag her up his chest and put his face between her thighs.

If what he feels under his fingers isn't encouraging enough, the sounds urge him on. His fingers slide up and under the hem of her knickers. The first strokes are gentle and exploratory before he starts to circle his finger pads over her clit. Through this, he makes a series of soft, approving sounds and his kisses get hungrier.

He cups and squeezes her breast one last time, dropping his hand when she starts to open his buttons. Jamie arches a brow up at her when she orders him, but he looks more than impressed. He makes a meal out of sliding his shirt down his shoulders and arms until he's free.

There's a deliberate flex of his stomach muscles as he undulates his body under her. He returns his hand to squeeze her thigh and tease his thumb toward touching her again.

His lips part like he wants to say something along the lines of how badly he wants to fuck her right now, but he pauses. He rests his hands on her thighs, leaning up to kiss the corner of her mouth gently.]

Are you on the pill or anything, gorgeous?

[Never a sexy question, but a necessary one.]

Don't want to presume nothing, but if we go much further it's gonna be hard to stop and ask.

[Jamie smiles, shy but sly, brushing her hair off her face while he waits for her answer.]

[ She trembles in his arms when he explores and claims, body shuddering into the caress against her clit; she hasn’t been touched there in so very long, and a man’s touch — Jamie’s touch is a far different one from her own between her legs. She can’t know what he’ll do next, can only anticipate the next move, until he removes it, a sigh of loss following.

Her chest is heaving, intently watching him as he shrugs out of his shirt, studying the well-defined muscle beneath skin. Appreciatively, she runs her hands up and down his exposed arms, the tips of her nails scraping, titillating. She’s finding it hard to find speech.

The pill? A brief second of confusion, then - oh. Right. She shakes her head. ]

No. It’s been a while for me. [ Confession, but mostly admission. He’s ahead of her; protection hadn’t so much as occurred to her, because she hadn’t planned on things progressing this far, at least she had pretended it wouldn’t, but the game is up now.

Humming, she turns her face into his hand, sucking his thumb into her mouth, the barest taste of herself on it, and watches him through half-lidded eyes. ]

[It's not the prolonged courtship Jamie envisioned when he set his sights on her, but there's nothing disappointing about what's happening here. It just affirms to Jamie that he was right to feel attraction and that they have powerful chemistry.

It's difficult to be practically minded when he can feel the heat between her thighs and wants to bury himself inside of her. It's 90% a sexual need and 10% an insatiable desire to be as close to her as possible.

And he's not sure what kind of man she thinks he is, if her intention was always for a cheeky hook up or if she feels the way he does. He doesn't want her to think if he can't nut in her that he's not interested, but he doesn't want to pretend that's not something he's interested in.

His thoughtful expression is interrupted by her sucking his thumb and his cock twitches against her. He runs his hand up her back, rucking her dress up as she does and pressing her closer so they're nice and nestled together.]

Plenty of ways around that. Probably got a condom somewhere. [He glances idly around the room but brings his attention back to her.]

Or I've got ten fingers and a tongue and I can show you what I can do with them. [The smile he offers her is so warm and innocent in contrast to his words.]

Didn't bring you here to fuck you, but I'd be lying if I said I ain't been thinking about it. Nightly.

[ It feels deliciously right, their bodies pressed flushed together, her fingers settling on his stomach. Her heart cinches.

She’s fairly sure higher thinking is quickly going beyond her faculties. A whimpering noise dislodges from her throat, elicited by the picture he paints of what he can do to her, her belly clenching with ripe need.

His confessed fantasies sends her over the edge. Being eaten out isn’t all she’s in the mood for, burning to see his cock, to be filled by him. She catches one of his hands to kiss his fingertips, achingly gentle. ]

I want you, Jamie.

[ If it’s not apparent enough, she puts it plainly with words. Her cheeks tint, but she presses forward anyways, emboldened by the fact he wants her as badly as she wants him. She can feel it against her, and she wiggles, situating herself perfectly, seated right so that her cunt is touching the proof of his own desire, only layers between them. She drags herself over the outline of his erection, sighing aloud with wanting. ]

I want you inside me.

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[Momentarily, Jamie needs to set aside the fact that he'll need to hunt for a condom and focus on what is right in front of him. In his lap. It's a very dangerous game he plays, because it feels like it would be all too easy to forget the stupid thing and feel her skin to skin.

Jamie squeezes the curve of her backside as she drags herself over him, sighing along with her. His hips rock up again, desperate to be out of his pants and even closer to her. He loses himself in it, tracing his other hand up her spine and gathering her hair in his hand as he teases her scalp with his fingertips. He moans long and low against her lips, so perfectly aroused by her that it all feels dreamlike.

There's a vague niggle and a worry in his mind that if she rocks against him anymore, they won't have to worry about the condom at all. He slides his arms around her, quite easily manoeuvring her off his cock and onto her back on the pillows behind her. He leans down and kisses her forehead before hopping off the couch.

He takes a moment to unzip and shimmy his trousers down so he can step out of them, leaving his briefs on for now.]

Won't take a moment.

[ Francesca feels vaguely like an eager virgin, but she doesn’t begrudge herself it. It would be impossible with the way he’s looking at her, how synchronized their movements already are.

She expects it when he deposits her on her back, her dress hiked up even further about her person, black lace underwear peeking out from under crimson satin, a very evident wet splotch from her arousal at its center. She sighs, both a little pitifully and in understanding, and makes herself comfortable.

Before he can skirt away too far, she extends a leg to prod his ass with her foot, nudging him away with a scrunch of her nose. ] Cute arse. Now go, before I make you ravish me.

[Jamie has his back to her as he inspects his wallet, but he can't resist a slow half-turn toward her. He arches a brow at her like he's scandalised, but the smile says he's eating it up.

He proceeds to search his wallet, his gym bag, his drawers and scratches his head before he leaves. The soft sounds of rummaging and muttering follow him room to room and he returns with his tail between his legs.

Jamie scratches the side of his face a little apprehensively before he puts his hands on his hips. He presses his mouth together as he watches her on the couch, eyes running up her legs and that view of wet lace.

And he says something he never says:]

I could pull out.

Edited 2025-03-26 08:23 (UTC)

[ More than a little antsy does she wait on his return, stretching, the throb of her clit and the cooling wetness of her cunt distracting and uncomfortable. She rubs her thighs together, growing more concerned the longer it takes him, paranoia mounting that he’s somehow lost interest, or there isn’t a condom in sight.

His return is met with an arch of her back, her dusky eyes, her hands on her knees.

She blinks at the suggestion, an exhale through her noise of blunt surprise, and raises herself to her elbows. Thinking. Or trying to. What he said just made her clench on nothing, and her eyes keep drifting to his boner.

Oh God. She’s cockbrained.

She shakes her head, trying to clear it, and nods, her mouth run dry. ]

You’re clean? [ Possibly the least sexy thing she’s said in her life but yolo ]

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[He should be more concerned that she's considering it. They're both way too horny to be making good decisions here. He's always careful about this, which is why he doesn't find any issue with her question.

He's also a man at risk of at best having accidents and worst being deliberately babytrapped. He doubts that's ever going to be an issue here, since he's punching way above his weight being with her. It's barely a thought at all, because he remembers how hot she feels and how soft her skin is.

Jamie nods, melting back over her on the couch so he can kiss her again. He braces his arms on the arm of the couch, shimmy her under him so he's between her thighs.]

Better not grip me too tight, then.

[He murmurs, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. His tongue slips past her lips and his hips rock in slow circles up against her.

He pulls back, smiling in wonderment at her.]

I bet you feel incredible.

[ It’s not a big issue otherwise; she’s well aware her odds of conceiving are slim, perhaps none in the first place, so it’s only the notion of being safe that she is concerned with. But she knows it is peace of mind for him, at least. ( Anyways, Frannie is horny enough she doesn’t mind the idea right now of him putting a baby into her - in fact, the thought makes her clench again. )

That sorted, she reaches for his hips when he sprawls between her thighs, giggling up before she can’t any longer, his mouth on hers. ]

Oh God—

[ She whimpers, the flimsy fabric between them hardly anything now, just delicious friction with every rocking movement. Her fingers grip at his skin, five sliding to his ass for purchase, grinding herself up into him. She’s sorely overdressed for the occasion, her necklace and hair askew, but she can’t be bothered about that right now. ]

Should we test your theory?

With pleasure.

[Jamie's worries have disappeared and his cheer has returned to his expression. There's a guilty part of him thinking about how good it would feel to come inside her and a guiltier part that feels that weird, primal urge to get a woman he finds deeply attractive pregnant.

But he will absolutely pull out. No matter how tight and warm she is.

His fingers crawl behind her to unzip her dress, rucking it up her thighs and body until he can peel it off her body for her. He dives right back down to push aside the fabric of her bra and suck on her nipple while he cups her breast. He hums around her nipple like he just ate something amazing.

Jamie's mouth remains but his hands paw down her so he can drag her panties down her thigh. He guides one of her legs up and out of them then pulls his hands back to shove his briefs down his own legs so his erect cock almost comedically bounces out of them. With no ceremony or delicacy, he spreads her legs and drags her closer until the swollen head of his cock is teasing her hole.]

Jesus, babygirl. You're so fucking wet for me. [His hips roll and tease without inserting himself.]

Move those hips for me, yeah?

[ Where this had begun with her lead, now the tables turn. She doesn’t mind. She thinks she might need him to direct this, that she’s probably rusty.

Beyond turned on, Francesca’s breaths come in little huffs of air as they maneuver and manage to get her out of the stupid black tie dress. The article falls forgotten to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

And God, finally. Her knees bend and her legs spread wide, urging him forward once his cock is free. When the blunt tip, hot and beaded with precum, meets the crease of her cunt, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods helplessly. Overcome, but not badly. Just simply overcome.

She uses the arm of the chair to hold onto, and with the other reaches between them to circle his cock with her hand, directing him to slide back and forth over slick skin, glancing off her clit. Using him, hips undulating, a little cry working out of her. ]

[Jamie's arms circle around her as he slides his cock inside of her. He groans as she hugs around him, the wetness making easy to seat himself deep inside of her. She feels like a perfect fit around him and it's so hot it makes him feel dizzy.]

Mm, Frannie.

[His hand circles around the back of her head, tangling into her hair. His hips start slow, teasing himself in and out of her with shallow thrusts. Suddenly, the beautiful, piano-playing angel from the stage is naked on his couch with his cock pumping in and out of her. She feels incredible, as expected. Jamie bites his lip as he forces himself to keep a sensual pace and not fuck her like an absolute mad dog.]

[ He’s not the only one that is feeling lightheaded. He slots perfectly into her, pressing home, her cunt drenched from extended foreplay. It was as soon as he kissed her. He groans, she makes a soft breathless noise, her eyes fastened on his face, something like awe worn across hers.

She kisses him like she’s starving, sliding her tongue past his lips, feasting on him while he fucks her at a languid pace. Every time he bottoms out, she squeezes him, almost as if she’s deliberately doing it to taunt him.

Her fingers, finding the nape of his neck, curl around it and gently lead him down. Down to her breast again, one popped free from its constraints, bouncing slightly with every thrust. ]

[The way she squeezes gives credence to Jamie's assumption that she has a pussy that grips. Pulling out is so far from his mind when he curses and praises her in the same breath.

His smile grows as she guides his face down, admiring the hypnotic motions of her breasts. He takes the hint, latching onto her nipple and suckling roughly on it. His hips start to rock deeper and harder into her as she easily receives him.]

You like that, gorgeous?

[He peers up at her from her breast, flicking his tongue over her nipple.

His hand slides down her front again, strong, calloused fingers rubbing firm circles over her clit.]

I wanna hear how nice you sound when you come for me.

[ The praise washes over her like water, fanning her desire and causing her pussy to clench over and over.

When he lengthens his strides, gazing up at her from her breast, the first of her true cries come. Between his mouth on her pebbled nipple, his finger circling her clit, and the growing tempo of his rocks, she’s overstimulated and babbles affirmatives to his questions.

In the back of her mind, she thinks she could be an instrument, finely-tuned and in expert hands.

Moaning loudly, her hips buck and roll, a familiar knot of tension blooming low in her belly. Soon. Encouraging, her hands card through his hair, travel the length of his back, seeking the small of it to hasten him. She kisses the crown of his head, somehow plucks words out. ] I’m close--

Yeah? There's my good girl.

[Jamie's voice is a low purr and he emphasises the praise by nuzzling against her breast. His finger work faster over her clit and his hips pick up pace as well.]

Come on now--

[There's an urgent tone to his voice, but it remains encouraging. He wants her to do this more than once and so he's careful not to tip himself over.

His hands shift, sliding up under her thighs. Her legs hook over his hands and he pushes back against her, plunging himself deeper into her like he's on a mission.]

Come on, princess. Sing for me.

[ And oh, does she. Almost on command, too.

It has to be a new record for her, she’ll think later. How quickly her orgasm builds, especially once he all but bends her, splitting her open, fucking her at depths she is sure she never has been before. She’ll remember taking considerably longer with her other lovers, as few as they were.

Their coupling reaches a feverish pitch, her fingers clawing into his sofa, unabashed by the sounds their bodies create. And when she crests, it’s with a sob of relief rent through the air, body going taut beneath him.

The strength of her climax is unprecedented, wringing his cock, and she cries simultaneously, overwhelmed by pleasure. ]

Good girl. [Jamie hisses, voice strained. Those are truly beautiful sounds, bested only by the way her muscles wring his cock like she's begging him to drain himself in her. Jamie shudders with pleasure, clenching his jaw as he fights through the haze.]

You're so fucking sexy. [Jamie eases his grip on her thighs, guiding them to squeeze around his waist. He settles in closer over the top of her, kissing the side of her face and burying his face in her hair while she moves through her orgasm.

He allows her some time so as not to overstimulate her, then starts to pump his hips into her again at an agonisingly slow pace. They're chest to chest and skin to skin now, his thrusts are shallow and angled to seek out her sensitive spots.]

What's it take for you to let me fuck you like this every day?

[Jamie smiles against the side of her face. It's not the most romantic way to express it, but he's obsessed with the idea of being inside her as much as possible.]

[ The aftershocks come in waves, lapping, until she’s gelatin, boneless from bliss. Languid and happy below him, more content than she can recall being in recent memory. There’s a certain comfort from being blanketed by his body, the way he coos to her.

She’s damp all over, both from cooling sweat and her arousal slick on the inside of her thighs. Her arms instinctively wrap around his back, murmuring wordless approval to his resuming.

Mindlessly, her fingers climb across his vertebra, counting them. She giggles, light and girlish and weightless. Pretending to think about it, her face turning to his. ]

I believe you offered me football tickets. [ He brushes against her swollen clit with an upward stroke, and she moans. ] And flowers — I like flowers.

Get you all the flowers you like.

[Jamie says it through a soft laugh, but he means it. Baby wants flowers, she gets flowers.

He circles his arms around her, cupping her ass and grinding her up against his cock. He rocks his hips deep in her, squeezing her ass as he does.

With a pleased groan, he shifts to nip at her earlobe and lick over the shell of her ear.]

S'nice-- bein' in you with nothing between us.

[ She utters an agreement, shivering back at the treatment to her ear. ]

I like it, too, darling.

[ The pet name just rolls off her tongue.

Her orgasm makes his cock slide with more ease than ever. Pleasure courses through her, twinging; though she thinks she should warn him before he’s disappointed.

She presses her forehead against his, nose to nose, Eskimo-kissing, then brushes his damp hair back from his face. ] I don’t usually come twice, but this is nice.

[Jamie very much enjoys the pet name, which is different to the ones he normally hears. It makes him smile broadly against her and nuzzle into her neck.

When he pulls back, he's breathless from the sweetness of being nose to nose. He needs a moment to process what she's saying and when she does, his smile is lopsided and cheeky.]

Give me a chance and I promise you--

[He cuts himself off, searching for her hand so he can bring it to his mouth and kiss the back of her fingers.]

Two's the minimum. [He gives her a serious look, guiding her hand down between her legs and over her clit.]

Give it a rub for me, gorgeous.

[Jamie sits up a little more under her, hitching her legs higher up on his hips. His hands slide up her front, cupping both breasts at once and pinching their nipples.]

Fast and firm.

The minimum? [ A dubious echo, his sly grin fluttering in her stomach.

Well, trying never hurt anybody, Francesca figures. She hadn’t been lying either; it is enjoyable. Plus, his self assurance and insistence is somehow both endearing and attractive. He has reason to be cocky. She doesn’t know what kind of football player he is, but he’s gifted at this.

She touches as instructed, spreading her lips better to rub at her abused clit while he fucks her. Her legs are a vice grip around his waist as well, her hips aching from the width of him spreading her. The sensation of that, mixed with the sight of his beautiful body sinking into her relentlessly, sends her clenching around him again.

She isn’t one to speak much in bed, but he hits a certain spot, and she gasps. ]

Oh — God yes, Jamie, right there.

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