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

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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