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"Reckon you should know," she says giving him a slow smile as she finds herself recovering again.

Ohhhhh, he does. He settles back on the bed to relax for a bit.

"Yeaaaaah, guess I do."

"Only, guess?" she starts off before her fingertips lightly trail against his chest.

He pulls her to a light kiss. He doesn't want to boast, and is trying very hard to hold it back.

She smiles against his lips. "You can do better than that, luv," she teasing trying to see how far she can push him as her finger circles along his skin.

"How so?"

He kisses her back, getting an idea of what her trailing fingers are about to do. That would be so like her.

"I dunno. You're clever though, yeah?" she smirks as her hand ventures even further to grip him slowly.

His breath catches as she grips him. He knew this was coming and yet he didn't stop her. Wellllll, she does know what she's doing.

"Yeaaaaaah."

Rose continues her actions moving her hands up and down against him as her eyes settle on him. Her lips curve into a smirk.

"Is that all you can say?"

"For now."

He can barely manage to get the words out. It's getting a lot harder to concentrate. His breathing continues picking up.

She smiles rather wickedly as her hand continues its motion.

"That's what I thought."

He tries to control his breathing. She really does know what she's doing. He tries to hold on and not break. If she wants that, she'll have to work a little harder for it.

She stops all motions before her mouth is on him moving slowly. She is determined to break him.

Oh dear, he thinks as she takes him. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the sensation and yet trying not to break. If she continues, it'll definitely happen.

She's slow with her movements, teasing almost as her tongue slides across his skin. She wants it to last. To really make him feel.

He really feels it, and is finding it more difficult to concentrate. Finally he breaks, moaning with the effort.

Once she's satisfied, she releases her grip and sits up to look at him quite pleased with herself.

"Finally he makes a noise."

He gives her a look.

"Do you really want to talk about noises?" he asks.

"What about noises?" she asks rather innocently.

Does he really have to remind her? If he did, that would probably be too much, but she is asking for it.

"I'm sorry, but how many noise complaints did you get from your neighbors?"

Now it's her turn to give him a look.

"That was different," she argues but not really.

He shrugs. It was partly his fault that she had so many complaints.

"Yeaaaaaaah," he replies. "That's why I said 'sorry.'"

"It's alright, I suppose," she says rather causally laying back against the pillow.

He watches her lay back and grins. He's really enjoying this, and not just the honeymoon aspects. He decides to tease her.

"Wellllll, you do make quite a lot of noise."

"Only cause you bring it out of me. Would you prefer it if I were silent?" she teases right back knowing that it was never going to happen.