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

[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.

[Part of Jamie's journey has been learning that cockiness-- or at least, well-timed confidence and self-assurance, can be as helpful for others as it is for him. She shared something vulnerable, he hopes the fact that he'll work with her is comforting.

It already makes him feel good to see her slip back into the moment. The squeeze of her thighs around him is as good as a hug and she's so slick that he moves in and out of her with both ease and beautiful, lewd noises.

As much as he hates to release a breast, he gives one a squeeze and moves to brace his arm alongside her. His hips target the same spot over and over and his other hand guides her breast into his mouth to suck her nipple again.

The hand drops, sliding down to push her thigh even further up so he can drag his cock deeper and firmer into her and against her.]

Here we go, baby girl. One more for me-- lose yourself in it.

[ It is helpful, ultimately, the belief he has in her (as silly as it sounds) that she can climax again. It’s a rare enough feat, one she doesn’t accomplish or usually pursue, and so she was prepared to simply enjoy his closeness.

But his efforts pay off; the familiar twisting in her body returns, a string pulling tighter and tighter. A promise. A reward for him.

Her breaths hitch and her moans, at first whispery, grow in volume, signaling her undoing. Her hands find purchase in his thigh and his hip, trying to meet him, eager to come again.

Another press into that sweet spot, that’s all that is needed, and she is gone. Lost to the convulsions of pleasure, his name on her mouth, a benediction. ]

[He can feel it building in her before she cries and he could cry himself with immense pride for her. And a little for himself. Wait until she has three in a row, he can hardly wait.

Jamie's hips rock diligently into her, he won't stop until she clenches just so and makes the right sound. It crashes over her and he hums loudly around her nipple, sucking harder on it. She squeezes so tight and says his name so perfectly, the way he's only dreamt so far. His lips part over her breast, letting out a soft but sharp cry. His body shudders and he wiggles to try unseat himself, but he's so deep in her and tangled around her that there's no speed there and the moment of action passes. Instead, his foot kicks back into the couch as his hips spasm and his cock ruts up into her.

The noise he makes is more of a growl than he'd usually go for, frustrated but too delirious with pleasure to punish himself. Jamie pants against her, scrunching his eyes shut and groaning until it fades into silence.

Finally, he shifts back but doesn't pull out. He can't look her in the eye when he murmurs it.]

I think I might've nutted in you.

[ She’s not too far gone not to register his cock jerk inside her or the flash of warmth as he spills deep into her cunt, right against her womb. No, she knows it right away. If anything, that, the sounds he produces, his shudders, makes her orgasm all the more intense. Knowing he’s come inside her.

Her hindbrain loves it.

That part of her, less than sane, hopes it takes. She doesn’t voice this aloud, putting it down to the afterglow and primitive instinct.

His guilty observation is met with silence, but it isn’t angry. She’s too fucked out to be upset with him over a mistake. She reaches for his face, cupping it and urging him forward so she can kiss him. Total absolution. ]

Oh, I don’t mind, truly. It feels quite good, if I’m honest. And it was — it was nice. I wish I had seen your face when you — well. You know.

[Jamie's hindbrain is going off too, but the cold dread that sinks over him is overshadowing it. He feels extremely stupid and guilty, but it fades when she cups his face and kisses him.

His eyes flutter shut and he melts over her and into the kiss. He feels comforted by her instantly, in a way so few people are capable of doing for him. He makes a soft sound, kissing her sweetly before her winds his arms around her and nearly collapses his face onto her breasts to peer up at her.]

If you need the morning after or anything-- I'll get it for you-- pop to the pharmacy. [It's the least he can do. At her wish, he laughs against her skin.]

Prob'ly something like this. [He rolls his eyes back in his head, forcing himself to shudder for dramatics and pulling a strained face. It fades away and he laughs, crinkling his nose at her.

He's still seated deep in her and his legs shift gently back and forth against the couch.]

I could clean you up with my mouth, if you like. [It's a dirty fucking thing to ask, but he really owes her big time.]

[ Jamie makes her laugh with surprising ease, an ease that hasn't come for four years, her brown eyes twinkling fondly, hands moving to smooth the sweaty hair back from his brow. Her fingers caress the eyebrow slit. He is so cute. She's stupidly smitten by everything he says and does.

This is going to be A Problem. She did not expect this.

Jamie Tartt had come out of nowhere. Later, with hindsight, it will seem fitting.

An appealing offer. Her body responds readily enough to the thought, but after a moment's consideration, she shakes her head. ]

Can we do that later? I just want you to stay right here. [ Her voice, softer than its gentle timbre. She wriggles to press her face to the side of his face, wanting to breathe him in. ] Is that okay?

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