I hope you are not always thinking of what I do with a rating system.
[pietro continues though, despite that, and starts tugging off her shorts, lining them down her legs. pietro likes how jen is—how there's strength in her despite her stature. she makes for the perfect little spoon, and pietro absolutely adores how she fits against him.
he presses another stream of kisses on her, on her chest and over her oversized shirt, as he sets her shorts aside. he moves a hand to rest, palm down, against the juncture of her thigh and waist.]
( maybe she does...a little. but she's not going to do it anymore. she just laughs it off, shrugging her shoulders. that shrug quickly turns into a shiver though as he drags her shorts down her legs.
when his hands come up and then stop, she moans a little, impatient and greedy. but he's only stopping to ask for permission and she feels a blush alight on her cheeks. )
[despite pietro's more impatient tendencies, he has good manners. comes with the territory of having a sister and knowing—hoping—that her boyfriend is as good to her in every way as pietro tries to be with the women he's involved with. balancing out the karma, or something like that.
when jen says please more than once, pietro can't help but grin.]
Right now is all about you, Jen. Let's make sure you feel really good.
[saying that, he moves his hand over towards her middle, teases at first with his thumb—against her clit, circling it for a moment, before spreading her folds with it in a long, lingering push downward.
he doesn't wait long before he brings his other fingers to do the same, teasing her slowly, gently, pressing just over her entrance but not pressing in just yet.]
If you prefer I keep quiet, I can also put my tongue to good use.
Okay, that is — that is a lot for me to process right now when you've got your hands down there.
( because yes and please. it's not that she's not used to being treated like this but it has been awhile and considering the men she's somehow found before this?
well, she thinks she can be a little overwhelmed since it's not like this is something that happens to her often. she swallows and reaches down, pressing her fingers against his head. )
You're making it hard to think let alone answer with any sort of intelligence.
I thought you were the smart lawyer? Or maybe just false advertisement. Either way—
[pietro leans forward and over her, kissing her to distract her from what he's doing exactly, but also wanting her to stop thinking about making words happen and instead feel the way his fore and middle finger press inside her, slowly dragging in and out, his thumb pressing down against her clit.
he bites her lip, deepens the kiss, and all but abandons her lips for a moment to place open-mouthed kisses on her neckline again.]
—it is very attractive to me.
[you know, maybe his sister is on to something, dating a lawyer guy. here is pietro, willing to spend all his time on his knees if that means doting jennifer walters with love and affection. ah, his poor new yorker heart, smitten by a california girl. katy perry was right.]
( oh my god, this is like some kind dream. but if it is a dream, she truly does not want to wake up because this feels so good.
and then he adds a kiss to the whole thing? no, she's never waking up from this, that's decided. humming into the kiss, she reaches up and threads her fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug while her lips curve into a smile against his. )
I am a very smart lawyer. I have a degree on my wall and everything.
( she points to a random wall where there is no degree. that's in her office. )
And my smart lawyer degree says you should keep doing that.
[because he hasn't been to her office. but jen is smart and she's made him laugh a lot, and maybe pietro is finally at the age where he's taking things a little more seriously. sure took him a while to get there.
his fingers press in all the way to the knuckle, and he lets them sit like that inside her. it'd be so much more promising for him if he could just slide himself inside her, but he wants to take this slow, try patience for once!, and get her really worked up. so, pulling his fingers back entirely, he massages at her folds, slick and wet, pinching at her clit every time he reaches upward.
with his other hand, he pushes her shirt upward—she can take it off if she wants—but his focus is clear. leaning down, he presses his lips to circle around her nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue. he slips his fingers inside her again, building a rhythm, curling into her.]
( god, this is — a lot. too much. not enough. she's going to have to tell him that he is very good at this and watch his ego inflate even more than it already is. but, he really is good at this. if he were just focusing on one spot, she'd still think that but he gets his fingers and his mouth involved and it's so good.
she tries to say something but all that slips free is a breathy moan and then she bites her lip because shit, she hadn't meant to be that loud. or maybe it hadn't been loud. she doesn't know.
swallowing, she reaches to grab at his hair and tugs him closer because she can be selfish and pushy when she wants to be and, if she knows anything about him, she knows that he won't mind and might even be a little turned on himself by it. )
[there is a sign that he's doing things right, with jen moaning—a sound that he definitely catches. it's promising, and he continues, now, slow and long thrusts of his fingers inside her as he feels her walls clenching around them.
he makes a noise of satisfaction, too, when her hand grabs his hair. he isn't a mind reader, so he isn't sure what she wants, raising his head to look up at her face.]
Very good?
[—he can't help grinning, knowing what the response may be, but also giving her a chance to tell him if he's not doing something right, or if she wants something else. figuring she will tell him, pietro shifts, moves further down, taking his fingers out of her. hands smooth out over her thighs, spreads them as he settles near her core—purposely breathing out over her pussy, so the shock of cool air mingles with the heat of her folds. pushing forward, he kisses at her skin, laps at her juices, gives her but the tiniest taste of what his mouth can do for her.]
( yes, it's very good and she's pretty sure that he knows that but she's not afraid of telling him. if he wants to have his ego inflated, she'll do it because he deserves it.
she even tries to push her hips closer to him, grabbing at his head to try and firm up his touch. she's unashamed and she feels filthy but he makes it so easy to do that when he seems to encourage it.
she grabs tightly at his blonde hair, shuddering a bit and then laughs. )
[she's not saying anything, but pietro's got a fairly good idea of what it is that she wants, moving her hips the way that she is and tugging at his hair. he's only happy that he is able to make her happy like this.]
I would not dream of it.
[it getting to his head—
he indulges, though, presses his mouth to her, lips closing in on her clit as he sucks for a moment and then releases, trailing after with his tongue to swirl around it, and then onto her folds. if he's going to eat her out, he's going to go for it—have her begging for him to either stop or do more.]
( he really is too good at this. far, far too good and he knows it. and she's just very lucky that he's using those skills of his on her.
she moans quietly, slapping a hand over her mouth when she does like it's not allowed before realizing that it is. so, she pulls her hand behind her head and stretches, arching into him. )
More, please. God, you're —
( stupidly good at this. stupidly good. she hates it and she loves it but all she knows is that she wants more. )
[if he stopped to ask her what he is, he would definitely go against her plea for more. pietro is horrible when it comes to prioritizing, his sister has told him that all his life, but he's incredibly stubborn about things, too. one of those things being how he pushes his face closer, puts his fingers against her to spread her folds, and push his tongue inside, letting himself taste her, slow thrusts in and out, slow—
( okay, okay, okay. she can handle this. she can handle it and she thinks she's got it under control until he presses his face against her and she —
oh, that's a scream. she actually shouts his name and he's never going to let her live that down. she laughs because what the hell, how is he so good at this but she doesn't want him to stop.
reaching down, she grabs his hair and pants a bit, feeling herself get closer and closer now. )
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I hope you are not always thinking of what I do with a rating system.
[pietro continues though, despite that, and starts tugging off her shorts, lining them down her legs. pietro likes how jen is—how there's strength in her despite her stature. she makes for the perfect little spoon, and pietro absolutely adores how she fits against him.
he presses another stream of kisses on her, on her chest and over her oversized shirt, as he sets her shorts aside. he moves a hand to rest, palm down, against the juncture of her thigh and waist.]
May I?
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( maybe she does...a little. but she's not going to do it anymore. she just laughs it off, shrugging her shoulders. that shrug quickly turns into a shiver though as he drags her shorts down her legs.
when his hands come up and then stop, she moans a little, impatient and greedy. but he's only stopping to ask for permission and she feels a blush alight on her cheeks. )
Yeah, please. Please.
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when jen says please more than once, pietro can't help but grin.]
Right now is all about you, Jen. Let's make sure you feel really good.
[saying that, he moves his hand over towards her middle, teases at first with his thumb—against her clit, circling it for a moment, before spreading her folds with it in a long, lingering push downward.
he doesn't wait long before he brings his other fingers to do the same, teasing her slowly, gently, pressing just over her entrance but not pressing in just yet.]
If you prefer I keep quiet, I can also put my tongue to good use.
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( because yes and please. it's not that she's not used to being treated like this but it has been awhile and considering the men she's somehow found before this?
well, she thinks she can be a little overwhelmed since it's not like this is something that happens to her often. she swallows and reaches down, pressing her fingers against his head. )
You're making it hard to think let alone answer with any sort of intelligence.
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[pietro leans forward and over her, kissing her to distract her from what he's doing exactly, but also wanting her to stop thinking about making words happen and instead feel the way his fore and middle finger press inside her, slowly dragging in and out, his thumb pressing down against her clit.
he bites her lip, deepens the kiss, and all but abandons her lips for a moment to place open-mouthed kisses on her neckline again.]
—it is very attractive to me.
[you know, maybe his sister is on to something, dating a lawyer guy. here is pietro, willing to spend all his time on his knees if that means doting jennifer walters with love and affection. ah, his poor new yorker heart, smitten by a california girl. katy perry was right.]
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and then he adds a kiss to the whole thing? no, she's never waking up from this, that's decided. humming into the kiss, she reaches up and threads her fingers through his hair, giving it a little tug while her lips curve into a smile against his. )
I am a very smart lawyer. I have a degree on my wall and everything.
( she points to a random wall where there is no degree. that's in her office. )
And my smart lawyer degree says you should keep doing that.
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[because he hasn't been to her office. but jen is smart and she's made him laugh a lot, and maybe pietro is finally at the age where he's taking things a little more seriously. sure took him a while to get there.
his fingers press in all the way to the knuckle, and he lets them sit like that inside her. it'd be so much more promising for him if he could just slide himself inside her, but he wants to take this slow, try patience for once!, and get her really worked up. so, pulling his fingers back entirely, he massages at her folds, slick and wet, pinching at her clit every time he reaches upward.
with his other hand, he pushes her shirt upward—she can take it off if she wants—but his focus is clear. leaning down, he presses his lips to circle around her nipple, sucking and lavishing it with his tongue. he slips his fingers inside her again, building a rhythm, curling into her.]
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she tries to say something but all that slips free is a breathy moan and then she bites her lip because shit, she hadn't meant to be that loud. or maybe it hadn't been loud. she doesn't know.
swallowing, she reaches to grab at his hair and tugs him closer because she can be selfish and pushy when she wants to be and, if she knows anything about him, she knows that he won't mind and might even be a little turned on himself by it. )
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he makes a noise of satisfaction, too, when her hand grabs his hair. he isn't a mind reader, so he isn't sure what she wants, raising his head to look up at her face.]
Very good?
[—he can't help grinning, knowing what the response may be, but also giving her a chance to tell him if he's not doing something right, or if she wants something else. figuring she will tell him, pietro shifts, moves further down, taking his fingers out of her. hands smooth out over her thighs, spreads them as he settles near her core—purposely breathing out over her pussy, so the shock of cool air mingles with the heat of her folds. pushing forward, he kisses at her skin, laps at her juices, gives her but the tiniest taste of what his mouth can do for her.]
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( yes, it's very good and she's pretty sure that he knows that but she's not afraid of telling him. if he wants to have his ego inflated, she'll do it because he deserves it.
she even tries to push her hips closer to him, grabbing at his head to try and firm up his touch. she's unashamed and she feels filthy but he makes it so easy to do that when he seems to encourage it.
she grabs tightly at his blonde hair, shuddering a bit and then laughs. )
Very good. Don't let it go to your head.
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I would not dream of it.
[it getting to his head—
he indulges, though, presses his mouth to her, lips closing in on her clit as he sucks for a moment and then releases, trailing after with his tongue to swirl around it, and then onto her folds. if he's going to eat her out, he's going to go for it—have her begging for him to either stop or do more.]
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she moans quietly, slapping a hand over her mouth when she does like it's not allowed before realizing that it is. so, she pulls her hand behind her head and stretches, arching into him. )
More, please. God, you're —
( stupidly good at this. stupidly good. she hates it and she loves it but all she knows is that she wants more. )
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waiting to hear her reaction.]
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oh, that's a scream. she actually shouts his name and he's never going to let her live that down. she laughs because what the hell, how is he so good at this but she doesn't want him to stop.
reaching down, she grabs his hair and pants a bit, feeling herself get closer and closer now. )