( he's not sure what that desperate, heady laugh is about — couldn't possibly connect it to catching her hand in his. there's half a moment spared to charming puppy confusion, but whatever it was it probably doesn't need to be hashed out when he's balls deep inside of her. Steve just huffs a half breath that could almost be a laugh, too, letting his tongue trace inside her lower lip and along her tongue to try and catch a taste of whatever delighted her. doesn't quite work, but Nancy herself tastes good. a mix of red hots she'd insisted on as a driving snack and the Coke that she'd made wrinkled nose faces about even though she insisted she liked New Coke over stopping to get something else. and below that Nancy just tastes like... Nancy. he's never quite gotten over how much he likes the way Nancy tastes, so getting to lap her back onto his tastebuds is almost as enjoy able as the clench of her around him every time he's buried to the hilt. whatever tickled her, he'll ask about it later. no talking, right? that was the deal. twining their fingers as his strokes start to even out and his hipbones start to do that sexy-tingle from the impact of their bodies together can do the talking for now.
or, scratch that. because Nancy yanks on a good handful of his hair, and it earns a ragged sound and a drawn out, slurred fuuuuuuuuuckkkk of approval. his perfect hair is going to have a fist print in it after this, thanks to the tugging and the sweat caught at the roots. Steve can't be bothered to care about how the incredible hold of his hairspray will only make the disaster worse when they come up for air. he can only care about the slide of his cock, keeping his pace sharp and hitting her in that spot just right that makes her toes curl. he's only got so long; there's so much pent up frustration and desire from not being with anyone, compounded by being with Nancy and not being with her like this, all to prove some stupid point. what was he thinking. jesus christ. that they have spent weeks not doing exactly this seems to be a complete moral failing, because god she feels so perfect. she's always felt like this. deeper, better, more than any girl he's ever been with. did they really prove anything by managing to keep their hands out of each other's pants all this time, or just make it harder for themselves when they finally let themselves go?
because it does feel difficult, to focus on the movement, and not blowing his load before they can get Nancy anywhere close. fingering her first and stretching her out was a slow-and-steady sort of thing, and now that they're off to the races Steve is desperate not to cum too quickly and have things be over when they've been waiting so long. and it sure as shit doesn't help when Nancy starts to wriggle and keen against him, because Steve remembers exactly what that means. remembering exactly how Nancy moves and sounds as she gets close to orgasm is a lot for him right now. biting, and telling him she's close, and exactly how loud and turned on and demanding she's being? that's a lot for him right now too. too much in fact. he feels it like a rubber band being snapped, breaking suddenly and sharply and a little painfully if you're on the wrong side of things. he's not, at least, but coming with stars behind his eyes makes him stall out a second and the lady literally just said don't stop!!!)
Shit, Nance, ( he gasps, hips jutting and spasming a little as the worst of his orgasm hits like a truck, threads of muscle in his back tight and his weight falling almost entirely on top of her as he fucks her jaggedly through it before he stalls, like a train stopped at the tracks. very much blowing the don't of don't stop. he feels liquid and warm and lost in her and it is tempting to just swim in all that ecstasy, but as the brunt of it clears his brain starts to work again. slowly coming back to life, piece by piece. ) Sorry, ( he moans, offering a messy smattering of kisses as his body remembers how to function and the important orders he was just delivered. he... didn't want to cum first. that wasn't quite how he wanted this to go. BUT. he's not soft yet, there's still time before he's completely useless. his strokes are more shallow, now, interested mostly in ending as deep inside her as he can manage and the satisfying pressure of them coming together, over and over and over, that seems to drive her completely mental. ) C'mon, baby. Please, Nance. Come on.
( he needs her to finish too. if his cock can't manage it then his mouth will. he is not going to lie around here waiting for his dick to work again to hear Nancy Wheeler orgasm for the first time in years. it just is not happening. )
oh. some things really are impossible to forget, quite literally, because she definitely knows that tone. she knows what it means when his voice does that! when it sounds like his jaw's refusing to make way for the words to get out, and his breathing gets a little hiccupy, and she's split right down the middle on this one. she feels her body slink away from the tipping point just enough to make her squirm under him again, involuntary, in a way he'd probably tease her for in a different context, where he meant to pull her back. which is frustrating!! but the other half of her is still a bit delirious from how turned on she is, and the way he fucked into her those last couple of times before losing it and sinking down on top of her was more than enough to keep her from feeling anything close to actual frustration. because it turns out she wanted to see him lose it just as badly as he wanted to see her do the same.
her fingers relax their grip in his hair so she can scratch along his scalp, and she tips her head to the side to kiss his wrist, panting out a few breaths she didn't realize she was keeping in. she's trying to keep the whining and moving under him to a minimum because she knows it's going to be a moment - she's only been with two people but both of them seem to lose brain function right after they come, it's something she's just accepted - but it's hard. she was sofuckingclose.
and he knows it too, because he's apologizing. and she's trying to kiss him back properly, but her breathless smile is making it difficult, she knows - ] Shh, s'okay. [ - because it is, it's okay. she knows they're not done here, not by a long shot, and if anything? she knows he's about to make it up to her, sooo. what's left to forgive, really?
although she wasn't expecting him to make it up to her immediately, so that first rock of his hips makes her suck in a breath, face scrunching up a little bit. she's just a little confused?? ] You-? [ she's used to there being more downtime, honestly!! and the lack of said downtime isn't a bad thing, like, at all, but she just didn't think.......... but, he is, so! ] --oh, fuck, okay. Yeah. [ look, she's not about to question it. she might later, somehow, but right now she's trying to shove her thinky-brain aside so she can get back to where she was just a second ago. right back on the edge. and luckily it really does drive her insane, the shift in things. how he's pressed closer to her now, not even pulling his hips away very far before rocking back into her. she knows, realistically, that the way his cock fills her every time his hips hit flush against hers doesn't feel any different than it did before, but something is different. and it's not just the fact that he's giving her much more friction against her clit now, this way.
... okay, maybe that's a big part of it. but the buildup is more of a slow burn this time, has her looping her arm around his neck to hold on tight and keep him close, and she rocks her hips to match his rhythm as she gets closer again, almost without meaning to. maybe they still have some catching up to do before they're perfectly in sync, but some part of her must remember, because it's not long before she's tensing up under him again, jaw slack, her thighs tucking up higher and a little tighter around his waist again, shifting the angle.
there's also something about him begging her to come that's doing it for her, too. who'da thought? ]
Yeah, that's it, that's it. [ her hand is gripping his tight again, the fingers in his hair, too. like she has to hold onto something to keep from completely losing her mind. she's whining again, although she can't quite move around as much under him with the way he's pinning her to the bed, and that's adding something new and confusing and perfect to this, too. she cries when she finally comes, a sound that's almost a sob with relief, every muscle she has any control over tightening up, thighs trembling against his sides. she tries to keep moving on him as much as she can, but it's more of a grind than the same rocking from before. ] Sh-Shit, ohmygod. [ her palm flattens to settle at the back of his neck, squeezing as she shudders against him again, whimpering. but she resists relaxing beyond that just yet, heels digging into his lower back again. ] Stay. Just like this, c'mere. [ he's pretty much already laying on top of her, but she still winds her arm around him to drag him down more, wanting to feel him everywhere. her brain feels like cotton candy, too. in a good way, though. the best way. ]
( well, there are two options. more downtime to the point of they gotta wait for his dick to check back in, use something else to finish the job. or they can make use of what little he's got left. it's a hard headed determination that is leading the charge, here, because as good as it feels there's a prickle of discomfort, like when he eats that fourth piece of pizza when he really knows he shouldn't. too much of a good thing is supposed to be bad but there's guilty pleasure in it, too. his body might want to check out now that he's hit his own finish line, his brain just refuses to.
they've got a timeline, here. between what is left of being hard quickly turns into pushing rope. so his encore is distinctly more desperate than before, and it isn't like he'd been lacking on that front the first round. it's just she was so close. used to be they were pretty in sync, with these things. he could hold back just long enough, or they'd work her up first so getting her to crash through a finish was just a bit of fingers or maybe the back of his palm pressed hard against her clit. he knows the sounds she's making, the wild, uncomfortable way she's moving, the flush crawling up her neck and the pinpoint of her pupils, Steve knows she's close. he's not just going to call it quits before they get there, even if it isn't quite how he wanted their second first to go.
the problem before was expecting perfection, that they could just jump back into the thick of it without putting the time in. like running a marathon right after they got cleared to ditch the crutches. throwing that out the window, focusing on making the most of what they've got — maybe it's not perfect, maybe Foreigner isn't providing a soft crooning ambiance, maybe it isn't some first magical moment. to be fair their first time wasn't perfect either, and that was before a girl got munched in his pool. perfect is more or less impossible. making the best of being with Nancy again, well... that he can do. hell, it's pretty easy to do, when she still melts under his touch. still knows just how she likes to jut back and slide against him, knows how to hold herself in that spot that makes her body sing. it's sloppy and fraught and desperate and delightful. and in the end, it's enough. he feels it before it hits, the way the inner muscles of her thighs go tight and then shiver-shudder clench as she falls to pieces under him and around him all at once. )
Yes, just... just like that, Nancy. God you're so fucking — ( sexy? beautiful? everything he could imagine and more? yes. whatever he meant to articulate, he can't, especially as the exhaustion of completion hits. the movement can stop and he can just get lost in the afterglow, which is pretty afterglow-y, right now. used to be, Steve worried more, about laying on top of her. if anything it makes more sense to worry about it now than it did then, because he was a lot more tooth-picky in high school. that swimmer diet kicked his ass until he didn't have to bother anymore. there's a great deal more of him to bear down on her, now, it's just he couldn't care less. Nancy will whine if her legs start to fall asleep. she's a lot less fragile than she looks, and fragile she does look, sort of like one of those porcelain dolls his mom keeps in her closet only with a much more modern haircut. (some post nut thoughts are best to keep to oneself.) he can wind her close and be her heavy boy blanket at least long enough for their brains to turn back on again.
his mouth hurts from all the kissing. it's not a bad kind of sting. he still uses his teeth to catch a spot under her jaw close to her neck, that spot that always smells most like Nancy after they fuck. for important, not at all caveman reasons, he really likes that spot. his brain doesn't really have the capacity for coherent thought just yet, it just wants to double down in nancynancynancy. that spot always helps with that. having his mouth busy is a good way to keep the post sex i love you to himself. maybe it is obvious, at this point. he feels like the dumb dopey expression he wears when he looks at her sort of gives it away. still, holding onto that a little longer since they've technically only been dating again a few months? feels like a good call. )
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or, scratch that. because Nancy yanks on a good handful of his hair, and it earns a ragged sound and a drawn out, slurred fuuuuuuuuuckkkk of approval. his perfect hair is going to have a fist print in it after this, thanks to the tugging and the sweat caught at the roots. Steve can't be bothered to care about how the incredible hold of his hairspray will only make the disaster worse when they come up for air. he can only care about the slide of his cock, keeping his pace sharp and hitting her in that spot just right that makes her toes curl. he's only got so long; there's so much pent up frustration and desire from not being with anyone, compounded by being with Nancy and not being with her like this, all to prove some stupid point. what was he thinking. jesus christ. that they have spent weeks not doing exactly this seems to be a complete moral failing, because god she feels so perfect. she's always felt like this. deeper, better, more than any girl he's ever been with. did they really prove anything by managing to keep their hands out of each other's pants all this time, or just make it harder for themselves when they finally let themselves go?
because it does feel difficult, to focus on the movement, and not blowing his load before they can get Nancy anywhere close. fingering her first and stretching her out was a slow-and-steady sort of thing, and now that they're off to the races Steve is desperate not to cum too quickly and have things be over when they've been waiting so long. and it sure as shit doesn't help when Nancy starts to wriggle and keen against him, because Steve remembers exactly what that means. remembering exactly how Nancy moves and sounds as she gets close to orgasm is a lot for him right now. biting, and telling him she's close, and exactly how loud and turned on and demanding she's being? that's a lot for him right now too. too much in fact. he feels it like a rubber band being snapped, breaking suddenly and sharply and a little painfully if you're on the wrong side of things. he's not, at least, but coming with stars behind his eyes makes him stall out a second and the lady literally just said don't stop!!! )
Shit, Nance, ( he gasps, hips jutting and spasming a little as the worst of his orgasm hits like a truck, threads of muscle in his back tight and his weight falling almost entirely on top of her as he fucks her jaggedly through it before he stalls, like a train stopped at the tracks. very much blowing the don't of don't stop. he feels liquid and warm and lost in her and it is tempting to just swim in all that ecstasy, but as the brunt of it clears his brain starts to work again. slowly coming back to life, piece by piece. ) Sorry, ( he moans, offering a messy smattering of kisses as his body remembers how to function and the important orders he was just delivered. he... didn't want to cum first. that wasn't quite how he wanted this to go. BUT. he's not soft yet, there's still time before he's completely useless. his strokes are more shallow, now, interested mostly in ending as deep inside her as he can manage and the satisfying pressure of them coming together, over and over and over, that seems to drive her completely mental. ) C'mon, baby. Please, Nance. Come on.
( he needs her to finish too. if his cock can't manage it then his mouth will. he is not going to lie around here waiting for his dick to work again to hear Nancy Wheeler orgasm for the first time in years. it just is not happening. )
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oh. some things really are impossible to forget, quite literally, because she definitely knows that tone. she knows what it means when his voice does that! when it sounds like his jaw's refusing to make way for the words to get out, and his breathing gets a little hiccupy, and she's split right down the middle on this one. she feels her body slink away from the tipping point just enough to make her squirm under him again, involuntary, in a way he'd probably tease her for in a different context, where he meant to pull her back. which is frustrating!! but the other half of her is still a bit delirious from how turned on she is, and the way he fucked into her those last couple of times before losing it and sinking down on top of her was more than enough to keep her from feeling anything close to actual frustration. because it turns out she wanted to see him lose it just as badly as he wanted to see her do the same.
her fingers relax their grip in his hair so she can scratch along his scalp, and she tips her head to the side to kiss his wrist, panting out a few breaths she didn't realize she was keeping in. she's trying to keep the whining and moving under him to a minimum because she knows it's going to be a moment - she's only been with two people but both of them seem to lose brain function right after they come, it's something she's just accepted - but it's hard. she was sofuckingclose.
and he knows it too, because he's apologizing. and she's trying to kiss him back properly, but her breathless smile is making it difficult, she knows - ] Shh, s'okay. [ - because it is, it's okay. she knows they're not done here, not by a long shot, and if anything? she knows he's about to make it up to her, sooo. what's left to forgive, really?
although she wasn't expecting him to make it up to her immediately, so that first rock of his hips makes her suck in a breath, face scrunching up a little bit. she's just a little confused?? ] You-? [ she's used to there being more downtime, honestly!! and the lack of said downtime isn't a bad thing, like, at all, but she just didn't think.......... but, he is, so! ] --oh, fuck, okay. Yeah. [ look, she's not about to question it. she might later, somehow, but right now she's trying to shove her thinky-brain aside so she can get back to where she was just a second ago. right back on the edge. and luckily it really does drive her insane, the shift in things. how he's pressed closer to her now, not even pulling his hips away very far before rocking back into her. she knows, realistically, that the way his cock fills her every time his hips hit flush against hers doesn't feel any different than it did before, but something is different. and it's not just the fact that he's giving her much more friction against her clit now, this way.
... okay, maybe that's a big part of it. but the buildup is more of a slow burn this time, has her looping her arm around his neck to hold on tight and keep him close, and she rocks her hips to match his rhythm as she gets closer again, almost without meaning to. maybe they still have some catching up to do before they're perfectly in sync, but some part of her must remember, because it's not long before she's tensing up under him again, jaw slack, her thighs tucking up higher and a little tighter around his waist again, shifting the angle.
there's also something about him begging her to come that's doing it for her, too. who'da thought? ]
Yeah, that's it, that's it. [ her hand is gripping his tight again, the fingers in his hair, too. like she has to hold onto something to keep from completely losing her mind. she's whining again, although she can't quite move around as much under him with the way he's pinning her to the bed, and that's adding something new and confusing and perfect to this, too. she cries when she finally comes, a sound that's almost a sob with relief, every muscle she has any control over tightening up, thighs trembling against his sides. she tries to keep moving on him as much as she can, but it's more of a grind than the same rocking from before. ] Sh-Shit, ohmygod. [ her palm flattens to settle at the back of his neck, squeezing as she shudders against him again, whimpering. but she resists relaxing beyond that just yet, heels digging into his lower back again. ] Stay. Just like this, c'mere. [ he's pretty much already laying on top of her, but she still winds her arm around him to drag him down more, wanting to feel him everywhere. her brain feels like cotton candy, too. in a good way, though. the best way. ]
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they've got a timeline, here. between what is left of being hard quickly turns into pushing rope. so his encore is distinctly more desperate than before, and it isn't like he'd been lacking on that front the first round. it's just she was so close. used to be they were pretty in sync, with these things. he could hold back just long enough, or they'd work her up first so getting her to crash through a finish was just a bit of fingers or maybe the back of his palm pressed hard against her clit. he knows the sounds she's making, the wild, uncomfortable way she's moving, the flush crawling up her neck and the pinpoint of her pupils, Steve knows she's close. he's not just going to call it quits before they get there, even if it isn't quite how he wanted their second first to go.
the problem before was expecting perfection, that they could just jump back into the thick of it without putting the time in. like running a marathon right after they got cleared to ditch the crutches. throwing that out the window, focusing on making the most of what they've got — maybe it's not perfect, maybe Foreigner isn't providing a soft crooning ambiance, maybe it isn't some first magical moment. to be fair their first time wasn't perfect either, and that was before a girl got munched in his pool. perfect is more or less impossible. making the best of being with Nancy again, well... that he can do. hell, it's pretty easy to do, when she still melts under his touch. still knows just how she likes to jut back and slide against him, knows how to hold herself in that spot that makes her body sing. it's sloppy and fraught and desperate and delightful. and in the end, it's enough. he feels it before it hits, the way the inner muscles of her thighs go tight and then shiver-shudder clench as she falls to pieces under him and around him all at once. )
Yes, just... just like that, Nancy. God you're so fucking — ( sexy? beautiful? everything he could imagine and more? yes. whatever he meant to articulate, he can't, especially as the exhaustion of completion hits. the movement can stop and he can just get lost in the afterglow, which is pretty afterglow-y, right now. used to be, Steve worried more, about laying on top of her. if anything it makes more sense to worry about it now than it did then, because he was a lot more tooth-picky in high school. that swimmer diet kicked his ass until he didn't have to bother anymore. there's a great deal more of him to bear down on her, now, it's just he couldn't care less. Nancy will whine if her legs start to fall asleep. she's a lot less fragile than she looks, and fragile she does look, sort of like one of those porcelain dolls his mom keeps in her closet only with a much more modern haircut. (some post nut thoughts are best to keep to oneself.) he can wind her close and be her heavy boy blanket at least long enough for their brains to turn back on again.
his mouth hurts from all the kissing. it's not a bad kind of sting. he still uses his teeth to catch a spot under her jaw close to her neck, that spot that always smells most like Nancy after they fuck. for important, not at all caveman reasons, he really likes that spot. his brain doesn't really have the capacity for coherent thought just yet, it just wants to double down in nancynancynancy. that spot always helps with that. having his mouth busy is a good way to keep the post sex i love you to himself. maybe it is obvious, at this point. he feels like the dumb dopey expression he wears when he looks at her sort of gives it away. still, holding onto that a little longer since they've technically only been dating again a few months? feels like a good call. )