The Causeway to Baltimore, Thursday Afternoon

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Kathy had been doing some thinking recently, going over the activities that helped her cut through the noise in her brain. All of the ones she'd found so far involved the participation of other people and she needed to find something she could do by herself so she didn't have to keep bothering folks. And that had gotten her to thinking about the almost-reverie she'd slipped into on Dante's motorcycle. That was something she could potentially do for herself...except she'd need a bike of her own.

Or Dante could share his, but ahahahahano.

It wouldn't hurt to start looking for something like that, though, would it? Even if she didn't buy something right away, having an idea in her mind wouldn't hurt. She made her way towards the Causeway and sent a text at the same time. If she were going shopping, she should consult an expert, right?

Hey. U busy?

[For the motorcycle guru and SP]

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"Fucking tease," Kathy said, giving him a fond grin, raising her other leg up over the back of the other seat, giving him plenty of room to move. "Goddamn, you're pretty," she added, watching that smile.

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"We're both pretty," Dante said, eyes lighting up with dirty mischief.

But he stopped teasing, pressing his face against her and sliding his tongue between her folds.

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And Kathy stopped being able to form coherent sentences, falling back into her elbows with a soft moan. She wasn't properly wet, not yet, but that state of affairs wasn't going to last long once his tongue got to work. Her clit was already perking up, eager for his attentions.

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Dante noticed as he worked his way back up; it inspired him to drag his tongue over her clit, applying just enough pressure that it was less tease and more encouragement.

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Her moan was louder this time, her hand going up to grip his hair again, the other starfishing over his shoulder to cling to him, nails prickling into his skin for impetus.

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The noise was impetus enough - not that Dante was complaining. He sucked on her clit, his fingers sliding up her thighs. They were playing along her skin and the edges of her folds now, waiting, teasing.

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"Dante..." Kathy whimpered, yearning up against his mouth. He was playing with her, making her want it, making her need it, and even after all this time he still knew exactly how to urge the reactions he wanted from her. Her toes curled and she tugged his face a little closer to her, wordlessly begging for more.

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Dante muffled a soft laugh against her thigh, making up for his mouth's brief departure by pressing a finger into her. He figured she was about ready for it.

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No question about that; she'd been slick and ready for the past few minutes, ever since he'd really set to work on her clit, coaxing more that moans out of her. "Hear you laughing," she tried to accuse, though her voice was far too breathy to pull it off. Her pressing herself down onto his knuckles probably didn't help sell it, either.

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"So what?" Dante asked.

He smirked up at her merrily from between her legs as he worked his finger into her, and then a second-- probably also didn't help.

He put his tongue back to work a moment later.

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Yeah, she couldn't think of a good response. He could be cracking up down there but with two fingers inside of her and his mouth working her over exactly the way she needed, she wouldn't be able to bring herself to care. "Yesssss," she hissed, nails digging into his shoulder again, this time purely on instinct.

A little more of this and she'd be over in no time at all.

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She could take 'have an orgasm in a Maserati' off her bucket list. Dante was here to help her do that.

He put himself to the task with dedication, licking around his fingers, back up to her clit. He added a third not soon after, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast.

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And when Kathy came several minutes later, climaxing around his fingers with a loud keen, the Maserati was the last thing she was thinking of. Not the six figure price tag, not the heart-stopping speeds she'd gotten, not even the way the car itself suggested pure sex. The closest she got to remembering the car at all was falling back onto the seats and trembling while Dante's tongue made her cry out, her nipple thrusting up into the palm of his hand.

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Dante resurfaced with a winning grin, his hands sliding down to his pants to open them back up and shove 'em down. "There we go," he said, voice low as he stretched over her. "That's what I was looking for."

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"Me too," Kathy said, reaching up to wipe off some of the wetness on his face. She brought her hand back and licked her thumb, tasting herself. "Looking for something else now?" she asked with a welcoming smile.

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Dante's mouth curved. "Can I fuck you?" he asked, way too turned on to talk around what he wanted.

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Kathy's grin went from sexy to bright and happy. The answer was yes, of course, but she still liked that he asked. "I really hoped you would," she told him, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss.

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Dante managed half of an amused noise until her mouth muffled it. He snagged her by the hip, nudging her into a slightly easier position, and rubbed himself against her belly.

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Kathy wasn't so wrapped up in the kiss that she couldn't bring a hand down to stroke him a bit, reveling in the hot weight of him in her palm. A thought occurred to her and she let go, bringing her hand between her legs to play for a moment, then returned to his cock to get him wet and slick and ready. And then she was guiding him into position where he'd only need one sharp thrust--

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--and he was in her, wrapped in her wet heat. Dante groaned softly at the immediate relief, hands gripping her hips more firmly.

That first sharp thrust was followed by a second soon after. And then a third.

Fuck, she still felt good.

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She groaned with him, though she wasn't quiet about it. One leg snaked around his waist, the other remained splayed, foot flat on the floor of the backseat, making sure Dante had plenty of room. Her forehead hit his shoulder; a minute later, it was replaced by her teeth. He could feel her sigh against his skin with every stroke.

In this moment, everything was fucking bliss.

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Bliss was about right.

Her tight grip was squeezing the unnecessary thoughts right out of Dante's head, and then he felt the sting of teeth in his flesh-- it earned her a soft moan, a harsher snap of his hips, fuck.

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This time wasn't going to be like the bathroom--not that she had any complaints about him finishing her off with his hand instead of his dick. But she could feel her second orgasm building with each sharp snap of his hips, pounding deep into her. Every thrust dragged against her g-spot and the hard ridge of his abdomen pressed against her already-sensitive clit. This bout wasn't the harsh frenzy of the bathroom, but something deeper, mellower, and Kathy couldn't help responding to it.

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Dante sucked in a noisy breath of air as his hips finally settled on a rhythm, mellow but not slow.

He nuzzled her neck as he moved; it was close, a nice anchoring point in a situation where he couldn't move much more than he already was.

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Oh, most definitely not slow. Steady and sure and deep, but hardly slow. Kathy shifted in time with him, angling her hips upwards with every return thrust. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back, right to either side of Rebellion's mark, every movement leaving a red line behind. She clenched around him, feeling that internal drag, and her whimpers filled the air.