[ Mako finds that she likes when Raleigh gets aggressive. It's sexy as fuck -- she might have mentioned it once or twice in less crude terms.
But text -- text, well. Text has his merits but let's save him the agony of deleting every text, okay? Mako dials his number, hears it pick up -- and it's only when she hears his voice that she says, low and quiet. ]
You came all over my fingers, that night.
[ she's smiling, and he probably knows it. ] You loved having your ass played with. My fingers were deep inside you, and my other hand around your cock. Do you remember how hard you thrust into my hand?
[ yes, this is much more convenient — provided no one is home to hear the desperate noises he'll inevitably end up making when she has him coming all over his own hand
also, so long as no one is around to see the way he almost drops his phone, juggles it, almost drops it again, and finally shoves his phone back to his ear just in time to go beet red in the ears. another flush is gradually creeping up his neck, but yeah. she paints a vivid picture, and raleigh had the ever astounding honor of being there. ]
Yeah. [ low, husky. desperately and completely in awe with her. ] Yeah. I almost knocked you off the bed at some point. We gotta get you a king size bed, Mako. 'N if I remember right, I got some come on your chin, too. [ and all over his stomach and it'd been excellent, especially because she'd let him sleep over afterwards as well. ]
[ No one but her -- Raleigh is a mouthy bastard, and loud, but Mako loves that she gets to hear him, that she's the one who drags every exquisite sound out of him.
She silently thrills when she hears the jostling, and settles primly into her own bed, because she gets off to his pleasure, she loves that low, husky, desperate tone of voice he has when he's painfully horny and she'd be surprised if he doesn't have his dick in his hand right now.
Her eyes lidding, she makes a low, breathy sound of approval -- yes, he almost did. Raleigh is broad and built like a norse god and she can remember the way he moves, his proud, aching cock jutting so proudly between his legs. ] I loved the way it tasted. Salty, sticky. [ Mako's leaning back against the pillows already, and are her fingers traveling down, down, into her pants? Yes. ]
Mmm, yes. I licked you clean because I wanted more. [ She pauses a moment, then almost shyly: ] And I told you you could come all over my breasts. Mark me as yours while I fucked you with just my fingers.
[ Then, ] Is your hand around your cock right now, Raleigh? Are you pretending that it's me?
[ there are several long seconds where he's so caught up with what she's saying that he forgets to talk. and then it's a rush. ]
— Jesus fucking christ, Mako.
[ all that blood that had diverted from his brain had shot straight to his cock, and he's suddenly rock hard and straining at his pants. the zipper on his jeans physically hurts and he's jumping at her question in order to make the suggestion a reality. his fly is down and he's shoving his boxers and pants just low enough that he can pull out his dick, teasing the head until his thumb is slicked with precome.
he and chuck had been hanging out in his living room, and now that it's vacated, he can sprawl out on the couch and stroke his dick with some sort of furious determination — for all of 2 seconds before remembering that if he was pretending it was mako, she'd be teasing him until he cried. so he slows his hand, readjusts his fingers, and shudders. ]
[ Raleigh swears lust-coloured words and Mako knows that she has him where she wants him -- proof of that comes a heartbeat later, when she hears the muffled sound of a zipper, and sounds of cloth jostling. She closes her eyes and thinks of him, leaning back with his jeans and boxers rucked down his thighs (because Raleigh would never take them off completely, not when he sounds like this: Mako always finishes the job for him).
She sighs in pleasure when she hears his voice catch, and finds herself yearning for more, for desperately wishing that he was here instead, that she could do everything she wanted to him, with him. Sex with Raleigh is good, it's always good because she loves him, because they have a sinfully prodigious time exploring each other, knowing what made the other crumble, arch and plead. ]
That's it, Raleigh. Imagine it's me -- because I'm wishing it's your fingers that are inside me right now. I'm getting so wet just thinking of you. [ She exhales, slow and shaky, lets him hear it because she knows he's got an incredible imagination. ] Tighten your hand around yourself -- do you remember how I'd always do it? Pumping you up and down three, four times, slow, to start with. [ She pauses, slow and deliberate. ] Do it for me now, please? Tell me what you want me to do to you, when my hand is wrapped around your cock.
[ She's not the only one who wishes he was there. There's something exhilarating about being under the sheriff's roof in and of itself, but then there's fooling around with his daughter — which was exciting for the taboo of it, but also because Mako Mori was a goddess, and a little bit of a freak. She carried herself like a queen and pulled his strings like a puppeteer, and went down on him like she'd been born to do it, and it's all an incredibly arousing and intoxicating mix. Raleigh's gone; he's addicted, so far as he's concerned he's never going to be able to fuck anyone else, and never wants to either. He'd be set for life with Mako and her sinful tongue, devious hands, and wicked thoughts.
He's in love. And in lust. And clutching his cock, incredibly unsatisfied with the stimulation despite following her instructions to a t. ]
My hand, [ raleigh pants and groans, fucking into his fist in vain. ] —'s rougher than yours, Mako. Bigger, too. It's no where near as good, and fuck, babe, I want your mouth too. Do you know how fucking hot it is that you don't even gag anymore? Because it's super hot.
[ that stimulation he couldn't replicate even if he tried. ]
[ Mako can't help but make a soft whimper at the thought of it, because yes, yes, she remembers the shape and size and cut of his cock, she remembers the way it thickens in her hand, the way she's always played with it. Shifting, her own fingers inadvertently moving to rub between her legs, easing over the cotton of her panties, she exhales another quiet moan, laced with desire at his words. ]
Your hand's better off playing with my... cunt and my breasts. Rough, bigger -- you know the way I like it. [ but she latches on to what he gives her, the imagery of him fucking her mouth, and she smiles. ]
I know. I know you love it when your come spurts down my throat in ropes, and I drink you down like I'm desperate for every drop. I am, Raleigh. I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now. My lips would be so tight around the base of your cock, and you would fuck me so hard.
Raleigh, I miss you. I want you so much. [ She gasps, pushing two fingers inside of herself, shifting the panties aside. ] Tighten your hand, baby. Think of my throat. Remember when you came all over my face and my breasts? [ She hisses, breath catching. ] You had so much come, I wanted to swallow all of it.
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We had Purell on hand that one time you decided you wanted to play with my ass.
[ yeah because he would TOTALLY TYPE THIS AROUND A HANSEN, THESE CONVERSATIONS ARE WHY HE HAS TO DELETE HIS TEXTS EVERY NIGHT. ]
Bringing a bottle of Listerine over just seems weird.
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But text -- text, well. Text has his merits but let's save him the agony of deleting every text, okay? Mako dials his number, hears it pick up -- and it's only when she hears his voice that she says, low and quiet. ]
You came all over my fingers, that night.
[ she's smiling, and he probably knows it. ] You loved having your ass played with. My fingers were deep inside you, and my other hand around your cock. Do you remember how hard you thrust into my hand?
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also, so long as no one is around to see the way he almost drops his phone, juggles it, almost drops it again, and finally shoves his phone back to his ear just in time to go beet red in the ears. another flush is gradually creeping up his neck, but yeah. she paints a vivid picture, and raleigh had the ever astounding honor of being there. ]
Yeah. [ low, husky. desperately and completely in awe with her. ] Yeah. I almost knocked you off the bed at some point. We gotta get you a king size bed, Mako. 'N if I remember right, I got some come on your chin, too. [ and all over his stomach and it'd been excellent, especially because she'd let him sleep over afterwards as well. ]
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She silently thrills when she hears the jostling, and settles primly into her own bed, because she gets off to his pleasure, she loves that low, husky, desperate tone of voice he has when he's painfully horny and she'd be surprised if he doesn't have his dick in his hand right now.
Her eyes lidding, she makes a low, breathy sound of approval -- yes, he almost did. Raleigh is broad and built like a norse god and she can remember the way he moves, his proud, aching cock jutting so proudly between his legs. ] I loved the way it tasted. Salty, sticky. [ Mako's leaning back against the pillows already, and are her fingers traveling down, down, into her pants? Yes. ]
Mmm, yes. I licked you clean because I wanted more. [ She pauses a moment, then almost shyly: ] And I told you you could come all over my breasts. Mark me as yours while I fucked you with just my fingers.
[ Then, ] Is your hand around your cock right now, Raleigh? Are you pretending that it's me?
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— Jesus fucking christ, Mako.
[ all that blood that had diverted from his brain had shot straight to his cock, and he's suddenly rock hard and straining at his pants. the zipper on his jeans physically hurts and he's jumping at her question in order to make the suggestion a reality. his fly is down and he's shoving his boxers and pants just low enough that he can pull out his dick, teasing the head until his thumb is slicked with precome.
he and chuck had been hanging out in his living room, and now that it's vacated, he can sprawl out on the couch and stroke his dick with some sort of furious determination — for all of 2 seconds before remembering that if he was pretending it was mako, she'd be teasing him until he cried. so he slows his hand, readjusts his fingers, and shudders. ]
You know I am, babe. I — fuck, keep talking...!
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She sighs in pleasure when she hears his voice catch, and finds herself yearning for more, for desperately wishing that he was here instead, that she could do everything she wanted to him, with him. Sex with Raleigh is good, it's always good because she loves him, because they have a sinfully prodigious time exploring each other, knowing what made the other crumble, arch and plead. ]
That's it, Raleigh. Imagine it's me -- because I'm wishing it's your fingers that are inside me right now. I'm getting so wet just thinking of you. [ She exhales, slow and shaky, lets him hear it because she knows he's got an incredible imagination. ] Tighten your hand around yourself -- do you remember how I'd always do it? Pumping you up and down three, four times, slow, to start with. [ She pauses, slow and deliberate. ] Do it for me now, please? Tell me what you want me to do to you, when my hand is wrapped around your cock.
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He's in love. And in lust. And clutching his cock, incredibly unsatisfied with the stimulation despite following her instructions to a t. ]
My hand, [ raleigh pants and groans, fucking into his fist in vain. ] —'s rougher than yours, Mako. Bigger, too. It's no where near as good, and fuck, babe, I want your mouth too. Do you know how fucking hot it is that you don't even gag anymore? Because it's super hot.
[ that stimulation he couldn't replicate even if he tried. ]
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Your hand's better off playing with my... cunt and my breasts. Rough, bigger -- you know the way I like it. [ but she latches on to what he gives her, the imagery of him fucking her mouth, and she smiles. ]
I know. I know you love it when your come spurts down my throat in ropes, and I drink you down like I'm desperate for every drop. I am, Raleigh. I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now. My lips would be so tight around the base of your cock, and you would fuck me so hard.
Raleigh, I miss you. I want you so much. [ She gasps, pushing two fingers inside of herself, shifting the panties aside. ] Tighten your hand, baby. Think of my throat. Remember when you came all over my face and my breasts? [ She hisses, breath catching. ] You had so much come, I wanted to swallow all of it.