"You're a word slut...I just used one of your favorites three times...if that doesn't make you hot, nothing will." he professed.
"I get turned around easily...you think it's cute." she snapped back as she pursed her lips.
Trying to get her to engage fully, he asked, "Do you have any favorite words? Like ones that sound funny or are hard for other people to say..."
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "But they don't come to mind."
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Three that come to mind are "I'll cut you," she retorted as she squinted.
He winked.
Realizing he wanted a real answer she said, "Oy...Totes...Adorbs with an S, not a Z because that's ridiculous...Yes, Sir...Feel."
"Yes, Sir" made and arching wave in the space in his stomach.
"Machu Picchu, callipygous, chupacabra, exsanguish..." in a loud voice, as if he was implying that he had just won this competition.
Her eyes widened and an uneasy look came over her after the last one. He furrowed his brow to remind her that it was merely a word, not a threat.
Warming up to the challenge she dropped, "Dabble."
"Finagle," he shot back.
Her Texan started to show..."Sesquicentennial."
He stood up and advanced towards her, realizing that she had taken the lead. Taking two steps forward he raised an eyebrow with a "now what?" fashion and said, "Discombobulate."
She now rises, also, and backs away two steps only to find the wall has stopped her. She's reluctant to turn her head to find an alternate route. Losing sight of him could mean trouble, knowing he likes to chase. With her hands now twisted nervously in her shirt tail she says, "Ogle," with a hint of her own eyebrow.
A wry grin peeks out of his beard. He slowly advances two more steps. She's now within arm's reach, but he doesn't extend.
She takes in a breath during the course of, "Obfuscate," and holds it.
Locking his gaze on her, he mutters "Sesquipedalian," through the grin. She can feel the resonance in his chest as he finishes his word as its now pressed against hers. She begins to moderate the exhale and tells him, "I've actually used that word before."
He now leans his body weight into her against the wall. His lips graze against her neck, up to her ear where he growls, "You're fucking hot," emphasizing the "f" sound.
Her breathing has escalated. "No, you..." she puffs. At the bottom of an exhale she squeezes out, "Didactic."
He deeply breathes in her scent. At the space where her ear and her jaw meet, he exhales, "Phallic," highlighting the consonant sounds.
His thumbs hook through the belt loops on her jeans. Ratcheting them in his fists, he begins to push her waist to the wall. Her hands slide up his chest to his face. She runs her fingers through his beard and whispers, "Orifices."
The fist ratchets release and unbutton her jeans. He slides the waistband down over her curves and she steps out of them. Panties follow, only much less patiently. Unbuckling his own belt and jeans for fear of their faces losing contact, he sucks her bottom lip and presses his raging cock against her wetness...releasing her lip, through gnashed teeth he pushes forth a resonating "engorged."
Raising on leg around his hip, she pulls him in and feels him push inside of her. She mutters, "engulf."
His hand squeezes the ass cheek of her raised leg. "Thrusting," he murmurs, as he begins to lift her with each push. She continues to keep his face pulled against hers and buries her lips in his ear..."liberate!" She squeezes every available muscle as he raises her clear from the floor.
Feeling each other's continuing contractions as they grin, nose to nose, she mutters, "Fuck."
"That's THE word," he replied. "You win."
