#para.jake

[zizeschmizes]

make it happen.

WHO: lauren zizes & jake puckerman ( @puckermansjake ) 

WHAT: when direct action pays off. 

WHEN: 11/11; late night

WHERE: lauren’s room; kennedy hall

WARNINGS: nsfw

Jake had paced his room for what felt like an hour straight, nerves somehow at an all time high. He couldn't remember the last time a chick made him weak at the knees (lame as it sounded), but Lauren had managed to do just that. She was different, far more different than the average brainless chick he spent his time around. She challenged him, called him on his shit, and never failed to leave him wanting more. She was dangerous, but he craved her. He'd held out for so long, yet now she was all he could think about. It was frustrating in every way possible and even more so with every 'thirst trap' of a snap she posted. After a few shots (three), Jake found himself leaving the frat house, his journey to Lauren's one he knew all too well. After a short walk, the male's knuckles fell gently against the wooden door as they had many times before, his only wish being that her roommate was locked around at her boyfriend's place once more.

Lauren had returned from work nearly an hour ago, and it was nice to just be in her space after a long day of classes, meetings, and slinging coffee. It felt good to scrub off the day in a hot shower and after throwing on leggings and a warm sweater, she worked to dry her hair. She'd almost didn't hear the knocking at the suite's front door over the droning of the blow dryer, shutting it off and pushing a brush through the dark strands. She was confused for a moment, wondering who it could've been. Jackie had left for the evening, and as far as she knew, she wasn't expecting company. Grabbing her glasses, she headed to the door, slipping on the frames just as she answered, brown eyes widening with surprise when she noticed Jake on the other side. "This is a surprise. What's up?"

He didn't ask permission to come over, hell, he hadn't even messaged her at all. Instead, he'd left on a whim, not caring about the consequences that potentially waited for him on the other side. Dressed in sweats (for warmth) and a football shirt with a football hoodie over it, Jake's mouth fell slightly ajar the moment she opened the door. Part of him wanted to make up some lame excuse, but the rest of him wanted to follow through with the things he'd been overthinking for over a month. She was hot, he was hot, so why the hell were they dancing around the obvious? Without a word, the male moved forward, hands catching her face gently as he leaned down to close the space between them. Lips caught hers in a heated kiss, his tongue daring to venture between her lips for a wild dance of desire. If she pushed him off, then he had his answer. If she didn't, well, he had that too.

The surprised sound at Jake's sudden movements was muffled by the press of his lips to hers, getting lost in a moan that grew louder when her lips parted. She could taste the faint trace of alcohol on him, biting in a way that made her want to nibble at him. Her hands settled on his biceps, needing the balance it provided because from the kiss, heady as it was, and the surprise of it all, she'd been close to toppling over. The urgency from him was new; nothing like the gentle, chaste presses from their last encounter. It called to mind their night after homecoming, in its intensity, but the heat of this was something she'd never experienced, at least coming from him. "Jake..." his name came out far breathier than she wanted, hanging on a soft moan but they were still in the doorway, practically out in the hallway where anyone on her floor could happen across them and catch the free show. "Wait, wait...Jake." Reluctantly, she parted, but kept him close, using her grip on his arm to tug him inside. Once the door was shut, she pressed him against it, happy to continue what he'd started (whatever had brought it on), pushing up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for another heated, tonguing kiss.

Her hearty moan left him weak at the knees, just as her mere presence had done many times before. The way his name rolled off her full lips made him want her that much more, which was yet another thing he hadn’t known was even possible. Chest rose and fell rapidly, an attempt to catch his breath as she pulled away from him. Brows furrowed momentarily, but the moment his back was pressed against the wall, all confusion was washed away by the taste of her lips. Hands fell down to her ass, fingers curling into the material of her leggings as tongue battled hers for dominance. He’d wanted to control her, to please her, and to satisfy her beyond words. He’d waited so long, so patiently, but now all bets were off. A heated groan escaped his lips as he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging back with a smirk before closing the distance once more.

Lauren pressed herself tighter to him, fingers sliding down to cup the back of his neck, keeping him in place, wanting to coax more of those groans from him. She sighed at the feel of his hands wandering and her hips gave a slight roll, pointedly ignoring the small voice in the back of her head that came in with a fairly logical plea of 'slow down'. But it proved difficult, with the sounds he made and his hands, strong and determined gripping her up...it was easy to be distracted and caught up in the moment, returning his kisses with fervor as her heart thumped wildly.

He was eager to explore every part of her that she’d allow him to. So much was left to his imagination, but perhaps all would change. Jake hummed in pleasure against her tongue, somewhat surprised by just how much she seemed to want the same thing in return. Amused and curious, Jake shifted, pushing her against the wall with a quiet thud before lips wandered down her jawline. He nipped lightly at her skin, tongue aiding the gentle bites until he reached the dip of her neck. It was there he took his time, tongue circling against her skin between soft bites. He wasn’t trying to mark her, but if he did, there would be no apologies to offer. A hand curled around her waist, the other against her cheek in an attempt to keep her where she was. He wanted control and unless she was going to challenge him, he was going to take it.

She opened her eyes when her back hit the door,  a little dazed at the switch up but curious about his intentions. The kisses he trailed against her skin, leaving warmth in their wake that only grew when she felt his lips in the curve of her neck. The deliberate movements, sure to leave a mark and he knew that. And she should have been annoyed because he was bold as hell for that. Her hand traveled upwards, threading through soft dark curls, tugging at his hair. "You keep doing that, and I'm gonna pay you back," she teased, teeth nipping his earlobe. Her free hand slipped lower, brushing the front of his sweats briefly, only to push upwards, under his hoodie and shirt, lingering against his abs with feather light strokes.

For once, he was down for being forward with her, even if part of him wondered what it would mean for them after. Though he'd done this dance many times before, with her, everything was different. He wasn't kissing as means to end; he was doing what he'd wanted to do since the first night they'd hung out. Lips wandered curiously, far too eager for his own good and for her skin's sake. She was bound to be bruised, his marking inevitable  as he nipped and kissed at the dip of her neck. "Maybe that's what I want," he grinned, pulling back with a breathy moan as lips fell against hers teasingly.

Lauren could feel that want; the way his lips moved against her, traveling from her neck to meet her mouth in kisses that made her pliant, pressing her body closer to him even as he crowded her against the door. She had no idea where any of this was leading, or Jake's intentions in coming over, but considering either wasn't really an option, her brain  blanking on thoughts when his lips met hers. "Tell me what else you want." The words tumbled out between kisses, hand tightening in his curls and the other gripped his hip.

What else do you want? The list was forever long and forever growing with every touch of her skin against his. Grinning, Jake left enough room between their lips for his to brush against hers with every word hummed with the raspy undertone of his voice. "I wanna know what you look like bent over with my hands in your hair," he shrugged confidently, hand curling into her dark locks. If he wasn't being forward enough at this point, then he wasn't quite sure what else it would take to prove that he wanted to fuck her.

She sighed, savoring the feel of his hands in her hair, unable to hide the shiver from it, or his words. Straight and to the point...and slightly intimidating in the way that these situations usually were for her. Too much thinking, too much awareness, it was enough to knock her out of a moment. But she could feel how much he wanted her, and that was another level of overwhelming. It was hard to focus on much else, the things she normally would have with him so damn close...but maybe that was a good thing. Her hand drifted, slipping from his hair and sliding down, grazing the wrist of the hand still clutched in her hair, but bypassing it in favor for the other. "I want you to touch me first." There was only the barest hint of hesitation, but it was momentary, replaced with her usual kind of confidence as she guided their hands lower, pushing into her leggings, slipping past her panties and the sound she bit back once she pressed his fingers to her center--warm and already soaked for him--was a quiet rasp. He could be bold, and so she'd try, lifting her hips and pushing herself into his palm, dark eyes watching him while grinding against his hand.

Her request was bittersweet; words he could've never guessed would escape her perfectly full lips. She wanted him just like he wanted her, that much was now clear before him. Nodding, he allowed her the control of guiding his hand downward, his stomach tightening in anticipation up until the moment his fingers dipped into her wet middle. "Fuck," he growled quietly, a firm kiss being planted on her lips as forehead fell against hers. Slow circles were rubbed into her swollen bundle of nerves, pressure and speed modified by the thrusts of her hips. "Tell me what you want," he mumbled, figuring if were to voice his desires, then she should too. Whatever she wanted, he was hellbent on giving her, even if it wasn't the 'from behind' fantasy he'd been going for. "Tell me," he repeated, finger teasing her entrance at the question posed.

What did she want? She wanted to give him some smooth line, full of smolder and charm, something that made him bite his bottom lip in the way that always made her want to nibble him. But Lauren could admit she was edging out of her wheelhouse in this scenario, and the unexpected of it all. One moment she was prepping for a quiet night in and the next, she found herself pinned to her front door. And Jake was touching her, in the way she'd (shamelessly) fantasized about before, riding her own fingers late at night and thinking of him, savoring the way her body would shudder at the image of him, head between her legs and her taste on his lips. And she definitely couldn't tell him that, not needing the cocky grin she knew would follow, the same one he wore in so many versions of that scenario, right before he'd kiss her thighs and demand she turn over for him. The worst. Fantasy!Jake was just as smug as the real one. But real Jake was currently edging out the competition, the brush of his fingers to her button coaxing out a whimper from her, hips jerking hard in response. "Jake," came softly, moving against the finger that teased her entrance, because that was exactly what she wanted in the moment. Her hand clutched his cheek, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. "Touch me just like that. Please, please..."

His deepest desire was to please her beyond words. He wanted to ruin the act for anyone else lucky enough to come after him. He wanted his name to be the only thing she could think about; wanted her to crave him in the ways he'd been craving her since the night she'd toyed with him on the couch. He'd give her whatever she wanted without thought, his selfless need to make her finish countless times conflicting with his need to tease her. "I've thought about this," he admitted in between heated kisses, head shaking as fingertip dipped into her warm center before easing in, each pump landing him deeper. "I've thought about how good you'd feel wrapped around me," he hummed, voice cut off by another deep kiss that left him lingering against her lips. She felt warm, wet, and tight, a holy trifecta of everything he wanted. Thumb caressed her clit while finger pumped slowly. He had no intention of letting her finish so soon, but then again, he had no plan of stopping after one anyway. If he had it his way, she'd get at least two in before he allowed himself the same pleasure.

Lauren's knees dipped a little, but she managed to right herself, fingers slipping to cup the back of his neck just as his thumb brushed against her. The tease of it all, the easy glide of his touch and the way she clenched at that single digit, needing more but knowing another finger would definitely finish things before they started and she didn't want that at all, not yet. Not when his words rumbled against her lips like that, because it was one thing to roll her eyes at a cocky joke, or cheesy innuendo, but this was different. She felt his urgency in his touch and the honest words he pressed to her lips, heady kisses, coupled with his skilled fingers and it felt so damn good. "I want it," she told him, returning his honesty, words whispered against his mouth when she parted long enough to moan. Because whatever game they were playing, there was no denying that want. "I want you too."

All he could hope for was that after everything was said and done, that she still wanted him as much as he'd inevitably want her. She was easy to crave, even more so after having dipped into her sweet spot. She'd pleased him the first time around, not it was his turn to do the same for her. "Okay," he hummed, nodding as he found the strength to pull away entirely, hand pulled from her leggings. "Come on," he exhaled, fingers (the one's that hadn't been inside her) curling around her wrist to pull her toward her bedroom. The moment they were inside, Jake released his hold and tugged off his hoodie and shirt, leaving his upper half bare for her marking. "Lay down," he growled, though an arrogant smirk coated his lips.

What she hadn't expected was for him to stop, to pull his hand away completely and she frowned, feeling herself close to pouting, but then they were moving and Lauren was only slightly annoyed that her legs were a little unsteady as she followed Jake to her room. It took a full minute to follow the demand, her attention fully focused on him being shirtless but she moved, shifting on the bed, lying back against the pillows, her gaze intently focused on him.

Part of him expected her to protest with some witty remark, but to his surprise, nothing was said. Swallowing hard, Jake took a moment to admire her stretched out on the twin sized mattress, ultimately wishing she was without the clothing that covered her body. Slowly, the male climbed onto the bed, fingers hooking into the waist of her leggings to slowly tug them downwards. “You’re sexy,” he hummed, bending down to press a breathy kiss against her thigh. “And I think,” he added, another kiss being pressed to the other side, “I want to taste you.” Pausing, Jake hovered over her covered middle, though the only thing that kept him from doing just that was a thin piece of material. He pressed one final kiss atop her covered clit, applying a bit more pressure in hopes of hitting all the right pleasure points.

Lauren lifted her hips, arching slightly as Jake's hands reached for her leggings. Her heart thumped wildly, watching her pants fall by the wayside and she released a breath on a slow exhale when she felt his lips. The reflex to close her legs didn't come, instead she melted into the touch, thick thighs parting slightly, giving her a view of his mouth, full lips kissing her through her panties, and she moaned at the sight. She didn't even have to look to know she'd soaked right through them, and Jake's mouth wasn't helping, teasing her through the thin cotton and her hips gave a hard roll. The momentum from before, when she'd been pinned between him and the door returned, the clench making her moan and she bit her lip, needing the sharpness of it to distract her long enough to speak, regaining her usual snark, even with the barest hint of tremor to her warning. "I still owe you a few marks, don't keep me waiting."

She could mark him up and down and he’d wear every bruise and scratch with the utmost pride. After all, if she was clawing into him, that mean something was going right. Jake pressed another heated kiss to her covered middle, tongue teasing her lightly. Nodding, Jake followed a trail of kisses up her body, kissing over the material of her shirt until he found found solace against her lips. He hovered between her legs, hips gently grinding into hers to relieve what wild pressure was built in the pit of his stomach. His cock throbbed against his sweats, desperate for what was beneath her panties.

She met his lips with another moan, still tingling from the slow path he'd kissed upwards. It was easy to follow the rhythm he set, hooking a leg around his waist, her hips meeting his grind with a steady rock. Her hand slipped lower, skimming over the broad muscles of his back, nails lightly scratching his skin while she nipped at his bottom lip. Lauren could feel him through his sweats, pressed against her panties, the friction feeling good enough to moan about and she dropped a few to his lips before her own traveled, trailing along his jawline, leaving a few well-placed bites in her wake, taking her time before kissing her way back up, nibbling at his earlobe. "Take your pants off. I wanna feel you."

It felt good to physically get her desire laid out before him. The way she nipped at his skin to leave marks made him swell with pride and a deeper need for her. The touch of her fingertips against his skin produced a quiet string of inaudible groans, head dipping to fall against her shoulder as he took a minute to regain some kind of thought. “I wanna feel you,” he smirked, pulling back enough to push down his sweats, leaving nothing but his flannel boxers. Teasingly, Jake pushed his hips against hers, length brushing her middle once more. “I want to fuck you,” he exhaled against her lips, being more clear than he ever had with her. That’s what she wanted after all, right?

Lauren took the opportunity to shed her sweater, tossing it aside and settling against the pillows once Jake returned. With less clothes in their way, she could feel him, hips pushing against his bulge in a grind that edged into needy and she sighed into their kiss, moaning lightly at the words he spoke, firmly and so sure and she wondered how the fuck was he able to do that. Blindly, she reached for him, fingers gripping his shoulders while she kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling overstimulated in the best way possible, body buzzing and wanting more of him. "I don't have..." she took a moment to gather her thoughts, pushing out a chuckle because her brain had legitimately gone blank for a full five seconds. She licked her lips and gazed up at him. "Do you have a condom?" It was a fair question; she wasn't sure if this right here had been his intended mission all along when he'd knocked on her door, but considering it was a surprise drop-in, and the way he practically pounced on her, it was hard to gauge just how...hopeful he viewed the visit.

Smirking, Jake took a moment to relish in the newly exposed parts of her body, lips grazing over her breasts teasingly. Every single part of her was sexy in a way he couldn't explain. Lips caught hers once again, the devilish cycle of wandering always leading him back to her tongue. The single question left him stumped for a few short moments; did he? He hadn't intentionally packed one, which had been poor thinking on his part. "I uh," he chuckled, pressing one more kiss atop her lips before pulling back to grab his sweats that hung off the edge of the bed. Reaching into the pocket, Jake fumbled through his wallet, always keeping one stashed there despite being told it was a terrible idea. "Got it," he assured, smoothly retaking his place between her legs to pepper a few kisses against her jawline. "I want you," he hummed once more, lips hovering over hers.

Lauren watched him search his wallet, uncertain of which outcome would satisfy her, but Jake returned, condom in hand and more of those words and she nodded. "I need you to...just..." She shook her head, unsure of what she'd even intended to say. Not wanting to knock herself out of the moment, her hands cupped his face, and gently, she brought his lips to hers. The kiss lingered, soft glide of it deepening into something different, heady and urgent and Lauren arched into it, hips pushing against him, feeling him between her legs and wanting more than just the friction that followed. Her hand snaked between them, sliding past the waistband of his boxers, fingers curling around his length, teasing him with slow strokes and chasing more of those kisses with a quiet moan.

The softness in her voice left him hot against her, wondering what it was she wanted to ask. While the intent to please was still heavy and high, the desire to take care of her and everything she needed was too. This wasn't just a hookup for him, not that the defining the moment made much of a difference. They both wanted something, maybe even needed it at this point. Hips buckled at the feeling of her hand wrapped around him, head falling against her shoulder as fell into a steady rhythm of rocking into her hand. "Fuck." He needed more than her hand, but everything from this point was up to her. As much as he wanted to take what he wanted, he needed it to be on her terms. He'd laid way for it all to happen, she just had to give the go ahead. Frustrated by the restraint of his boxers, Jake pushed them down, leaving nothing to cover his frame as he pushing into her hand, tip grazing her covered middle with every thrust forward.

With a slow exhale, she moved aside her thoughts and focused on the moment. It was the buildup of it all, the tension causing her to tense. She didn't need to make a big deal of it; letting someone into her space didn't happen very often. And she supposed that's where it stemmed from, the newness of it all, his eyes on her in a way she hardly entertained. But it felt good; he felt good. The weight of him against her, shallow thrusts of his hips pushing more of him into her palm and she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. Why was she still wearing panties? "I want you," she told him, lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

Her words were all he needed to move forward; to push past the walls of hesitation and to fall into the need they both shared. Grinning at her reassurance, Jake reached for the condom, slipping it over his member with ease as he stared down at her. "You are something else," he mumbled, admiring her body before lowering down, fingers pushing her panties aside. He could've taken them off, but something about fucking her with them on drove chills throughout his entire frame. "Fuck," he exhaled once more, tip pushing past her tight walls slowly before he pulled back teasingly. Lips found hers in a soft kiss, forehead falling against hers as he pushed forward once more, throbbing cock sinking into her warm center a bit deeper than he had before. Jake pushed deeper with every thrust, allowing her the time to adjust to his length as she wrapped tightly around him.

Her lips tugged into a small smile, dark eyes following the movements of his hands while he rolled on the condom. "Oh." She hadn't expected him to switch it up, pushing her panties aside, but surprise quickly gave way to something else entirely, another short sound that melted into a moan when he sank into her. Lauren gripped his bicep, grounding herself from the feeling of fullness, her hips instinctively pushing into his thrusts, clenching around his cock. "God..." Her leg wrapped around his waist, shivering from the slight change in angle, moans brushing his lips between barely there kisses.

Cock pulsated as every inch he had to offer was buried deep inside of her. He nipped at her bottom lip, amused by her movements in return. "You feel so fucking good," he assured, raspy tone barely audible. Sure that she was used to him, Jake's thrusts grew wilder, a quiet thud filling the room every time he pushed deep within her. Pace quickened, lips finding comfort against the dip of her neck, sure to leave yet another mark or two between breathy moans. He was quite sure what he'd expected, but somehow, she bypassed his expectations and left him hungry for everything she could possibly give him.

Lauren's grip tightened on his arm, her head falling back against the pillow and she moaned at the weight of him, on top of her, stroking into her...the overstimulation of it all, heightened further when she felt his mouth on her, teeth catching  a particular spot, just as he hit a hard thrust and she cried out, her fingers finding purchase, gripping the back of his neck. Vaguely, she could hear the dull knock of the bed hitting the wall each time Jake sank into her, and if she hadn't been so caught up in the moment, she honest to God would have laughed but then he'd curve his hips to the right, dick tapping a spot that made her clench tight and she couldn't think of much else other than 'more'. "Right there," she breathed, letting the praise fall on his cheek, his face still pressed to her neck.

Jake’s selfless need to push her over the edge left him pounding into her roughly, hips twisting slightly with every thrust. Lips wandered from her shoulder to her jawline and back to her lips, his grin wide as he gripped the sheets with one hand and held onto her leg with the other. Rhythm changed, pace slowing, but every thrust somehow rougher than the last. “You’re mine,” he growled, hand moving from her leg to curl around her throat. He was possessive, at least in the moment and in the moment, he wanted to ruin her.

'Did he just...' Her brain was slow to catch up with the her body, distracted by the relentless rhythm, the snap of Jake's hips repeatedly stroking the spot that made the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach creep up her spine. His grip switched from her thigh to her throat, the move forcing out another moan from her, the flex of his fingers curling in a way she'd come to appreciate when she heard him speak. The roughness of it was enough to make her shudder then the words landed and she was a little dazed. 'Since when?' was the knee jerk reaction, the thought lost in the haze when he leaned in and the angle of his strokes brushed her clit. Lauren jerked her hips, thighs gripping his sides and she used the moment as momentum, pitching to the side and deftly switching things up, pushing his back flat to the mattress as she sat atop him. Heart racing, body humming with pleasure, she rocked forward, lifting her hips and sliding down on his dick, burying him to the hilt inside her tight heat, pussy gripping him greedily and the new position had her feeling everything. "Ohmygod...Jake..." Palms braced on his chest, she set a rhythm, a slow grind of her hips, pushing forward, rising slowly, only to slide back down, clenching him tighter every time. Her head dipped back, eyes closed as she rocked into him, struggling to keep herself upright as she chased down that warm feeling.

When Jake Puckerman wanted something (or someone), he put his all into making sure he got it. When it came to Lauren, he was doing everything he knew to do in order to prove how he felt, even if it wasn't exactly the most clear-cut process of doing so. In that moment with her body wrapped so tightly around him and her moans filling his head, Jake knew what he wanted and what he wanted was her. Caught off guard by his own choice of words and wondering if they'd been too much, Jake fell back against the bed, head resting comfortably against the pillows as head spun. Her pussy tightened around his cock with every drop of her body, her rhythm pulling a few inaudible choice swear words from his lips. Eyes focused on her lips, hands wandering to her breasts where gentle squeezes were only a small gesture of appreciation for what she was doing to him. "Fuck," he exhaled, hips rising lightly off the bed to meet her thrusts.

Her rhythm was knocked off-kilter with Jake's thrusts, coupled with his wandering hands, fingers brushing the barbells, inching her closer towards the release she could feel. Elbows dipped a little, but she held herself upright, working them with every dip and sway of her hips. The wet cotton of her panties offering a different kind of friction, teasing her button each time she pushed forward and Lauren knew it would only take a little more of that motion before she'd lose control. She hit a bounce and grind, pushing herself up, only to drop down, just as Jake hit an upwards thrust.  A raspy moan grew louder on the second drop and by the fifth she was shivering into her climax, tipping forward, her face buried in Jake's chest while she continued to push and rock her hips, gripping tight as her walls clenched and fluttered around him.

Every thrust made a quiet thud against her wall, the bed frame offering a passionate rhythm every time their hips collided. Whoever shared a wall with her was sure to know what the hell was happening on the other side, but neither of them seemed to care as she fell apart above him. Jake's hips pushed upwards rapidly, hellbent on pleasing her up until the very end of it all. "Just like that," he growled, fingers curling into the back of her hair as he too fell apart. Legs clenched as pace slowed, pausing deep inside of her as he rode out the high of a lifetime. Chest rose and fell at a quickened pace, his breathing harsh as eyes fell closed, head light.

With a soft moan, at the feel of his fingers tightening in her hair, she stilled her hips, listening instead to the rapid thump of Jake's heart and rough sound of his growl. Lauren pressed a kiss to him, lips trailing from his chest to his collarbone, skimming his neck and upwards, letting them linger over his mouth before closing the distance. His eyes were still shut, so she kissed his cheek, moaning quietly when her hips gave an involuntary roll against him. She was still working on words, opting instead to savor the quiet that came in the comedown, tucking her face into his neck with a small satisfied sigh.

Hips stilled against hers, his head spinning still with a heated desire he was sure had been imbedded within him. If anything, she'd somehow managed to ruin him, at least for the time being. Arms curled around her frame, holding her close to him as their breathing steadied and heartbeats calmed. As much as he wanted to flip her over and go once again, he'd only had one condom and truth be told, he liked the calm of the comedown. Lips fell softly against the top of her head, focus on her tired body atop his. If he had it his way, he'd stay there as long as she'd let him.