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You Shouldn't Make me do that... (Alvis & Sweetnothings)

Madeline was clearly enjoying herself. Who wouldn't? She was in bed with a handsome man. There were lots of times she considered herself lucky. She had him and no one else did. She planned on having one of the best nights of her life tonight. All the pent up sexual frustration would definitely help. She moved her nails across his chest before he shrugged his jacket off. She loved seeing him without his shirt on. The muscles and the contours of his torso. He was perfect. She was glad he used to be a construction worker to get all of those muscles. She moved her hands out of his shirt to finish unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it off his shoulders before returning the kiss again.

Who wouldn't want to tease Darien? She just wanted to give him a little incentive. Perhaps move a little downward with his kisses on her skin. Not so far down, but just enough to get her to moan. She tilted her head back as he broke the kiss to move to neck. She was taken back when he kissed the top of her breasts. She let out a loud moan, pushing her body up against his. It was enough to take the rest of her dress off. Slowly, she moved her hands up pull the dress away. She sat up and shimmied out of the fabric before throwing it off to the side, leaving her in her underwear. She pulled him into deep kiss while his hand continued to massage one of her breasts.
 
Darien gave her the room she needed to do what she wanted. After all, the way she simmied out of it made for a fine view. That view was only made better when she cast aside the dress completely. His face shifted to a sly, contented, and anticipating smile. SHe was easy on the eyes most of the time, and he found that the less she wore, the easier she was. He liked what he saw. And was looking forward to seeing even mroe of it. And doing so many things that wouldn't be fit for later conversation to her...

He leaned into the kiss, his hands finding better grip on her breasts, before his hand slid a little higher, and then his fingers slid under the material of her bra. Oh, and he found that he did in fact enjoy the feel of skin to skin with her quite a bit. Rough, calloused fingers slid along her breast, finding and rolling the nipple in his grip, while he pulled away from teh kiss to to drag his teeth across her neck. Playful, lusting, and eager. Darien slid his other hand down her midsection, liking the way her skin felt under his calloused fingers. He toyed with teh top of her panties, sliding a finger under them, and stroking along the skin he found there.
 
Madeline figured she would have fun wiggling out of her dress. Probably because she would be able to give a nice view. Not everyone found joy in teasing their partner, but she did. She couldn't describe the feelings she got when she gave him a eyeful of her body. She couldn't understand why she did, anyway. Maybe it was just the fun in it. She caught a glimpse of his smile, returning it with a coy one of her own. She could understand why he would enjoy seeing her like this. Who wouldn't like seeing a beautiful young woman like her without a dress on?

Her body moved against his slowly as he leaned into the kiss. A soft, yet audible moan came from her at the sensation of his hands on her breasts. She reached behind her to unclip her bra to give him better access. The way his calloused hands took to her breasts was amazing. She let out another moan for him to hear once his fingers rolled her nipple between them. As he did so, she moved her hands to his abdomen. The next thing that had to go was his pants. Madeline began to undo the buttons, but stopped there. She slid her hands into his pants and into his underwear at the same time. Her hand came to his member. Slowly, she wrapped her small hand around his shaft.
 
Darien took a deep breath as she took hold of him. He'd already been pretty far along with his arousal, but that certainly clinched it. He needed no other encouragement, He reached back to push his pants off of himself, taking his shorts with them. Darien had never gotten any complaints from a woman in the past about his size, close to nine inches in length, and nearly two and a half thick, it was a rather impressive specimen. He didn't want ot interupt her start of work on him, but he wanted to keep working on her as well.

Her bra now loosened, he slid it away, and fastened his lips onto a nipple, suckling on it before running his teeth across. He switched breasts, all the while his hand slid lower under her panties, and found contact with her clit. He gently rubbed it a moment, before sliding his fingers lower, rubbing her sex before returning to her clit, working her along, wanting to bring her to the peak of need. Then they'd be even.
 
With them taking their relationship slow, Madeline really never had a chance to know what his member was like. Finally, she got to today. After she wrapped her hand around it, she pulled it away so he could take off his pants. She was definitely surprised by the sheer size of it. Her hand almost didn't fit around it. She watched with a certain excitement as he took off his underwear and pants. Her eyes were on his member the entire time. It was like she was hypnotized by it. He was definitely bigger than anyone else she had taken before.

She wanted to leave taking her bra off up to him. She would like to see what he would do after he did so. She gasped slightly as he lips found one of her nipples. She groaned and arched her body a little. That was definitely a nice surprise to a wonderful evening so far. In return, she lifted her legs slightly so she could work on getting her panties off. She had pulled them down a little. Her eyes were wide with pleasure when his hand went down. As his fingers found her clit, she let out a cry of pleasure. To get him back, she moved her hands down to his cock again. She wrapped both of them around it before she started to stroke him.
 
As he saw her reaching down for his member, he took the momnet to get a hold on her bra, and pull it waway from her. Once she got her hands going, he didn't want there to be any reason for her to stop. He smiled at her, taking a deep, pleased breath as she got both hands on him. A part of him thought that he might just stay like this, close to her, nursing one another along for who knew how long, but then the lowering of her panties slightly dispelled any notions of him staying in good control. He paused his action on her clit enough to sweep his hand down, sliding the panites from her body, and leaving them both stripped bare. Taking it slow had been a good notion when they'd started. But now...slow was teh last thing he wanted to be with her.

He kissed her, hard and fiery, his hand sliding along her again, before pausing a moment, and sliding his middle finger inside of her. He used his palm to keep some stimulation on her clit, making sure that she was going to get every bit as much enjoyment out of this as he could manage. His lips moved back to her breasts, kisses and small nips all along the way, always pushing things forward, ready to drive her as wild as he could. It was going to be a night to remember.
 
Madeline knew she was going to find it great to stroke his member. He would like it, too. She didn't bother saying anything as he pulled her bra away from her shoulders. That was a relief. She didn't want it to get in the way. She just started to get going. Why should there be any reason to stop pleasuring him? She heard him take a deep breath after her hands came in contact with his member. It was a delighted sound that she was looking to hear. She smiled internally. Now was not the time to smile. Now was the time to take things further, to finally feel him inside of her. She wanted to push him down on the bed now and let him take her then and there. She wanted to stop waiting.

Returning the kiss gladly, she pushed her lips against his as her hands started to stroke faster, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive head. She arched her back and gasped as he slid his finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, bucking her hips slightly against his hand. It was definitely a feeling she had missed. Deciding waiting would be tortuous for them both, she took him by surprise by sitting up to roll over. She now sat on top of him, looking down at him. "I'm so tired of waiting, Darien." She whispered before leaning down to kiss his neck with passion while her hips moved against his to cause her wet slit to rub against his member.
 
Darien didn't really have an objection when Madeline rolled them over. He still liked that sense of mild aggression, that urge to push things along. Looking up at her as she was over him, he tilted his head to give her the access that she was after to his neck, and listened as she spoke. Tired of waiting. Well, he had been raised to never keep a lady waiting. With one hand he kept her in place on hm, while the other moved down to make sure that his member stayed lined up with her, and he flexed his hips. No more delays. No more holding back. He lanced up inside of her, piercing deep inside. He let out a held breath as he did so, loving the feel of her wrapped around him. He could feel himself barely halfway into her, but it already felt like the wait had been worth it. All for this moment. He slid his hand to her hips, and pushed her down onto him, burying himself to the hilt in her, and he leaned up to kiss her hard. As he broke that, and leaned around, he whispered to her.
"So am I."

He dropped his hands onot her hips, and rocked her on his member, nursing them along, but he started to slide his hands up her body, knowing that if anything, she would be more than capable of getting herself moving towards a finsih for the two of them. Darien got both hands on her breasts, massaging them, rolling the nipples as he he did, loving every moment of this.
 
As she rolled them over, the thought of Darien caring didn't cross her mind. Madeline knew he wouldn't mind her rolling them over to move forward. They were both tired of waiting. It was so obvious. All the times they had gotten close to moving past the make out stage only to stop left them in a state of sexual frustration. She allowed her teeth to move across his skin as she kissed his neck, leaving a few spots to be discovered tomorrow morning. She didn't notice Darien had moved his hand down until she felt him push up into her. Instantly, her hands came up to his shoulders to grip them. The motion had surprised her, nonetheless it had sent massive amounts of pleasure through her. Her body welcomed him as her inner walls stretched around his large member. She moaned softly, gyrating her hips against his as he pushed her down. She let out an audible groan once he was fully inside of her. She returned the hard kiss gladly. She cracked a smile at the three simple words.

It would only be fair to treat him back. After all, he managed to surprise her in the best way possible. She felt his hands move up her body after they rested on her hips. Getting the hint, she sat up straight once his hands made their way to her breasts. She moaned and set her hands on his chest. Slowly, she began to bounce her body, switching between that and moving her hips against his. She was going to enjoy tonight.
 
The view of Madeline over him was...glorious. It let Darien really get a good look at her while she was in the throes of what they were doing. And it had been too long for him since he'd had this opportunity. Likely as long as her. Feeling the way she moved was only spurring him on to do more and more to her, so after letting out a quiet goran as she kept moving her hips on him, which felt perfectly wonderful, he shifted his hands off of her breasts, and sat up quickly, his arms going around her body, and pulling her tight to him. He kissed her fiercely, so much long pent up lust in that motion, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other on her lower back, his hips bucking into her, making sure that they didn't stop.

He'd planned a kind of loving, slow night of them taking their time together, but it was seeming more and more like neither of them had any inclination towards something of the sort. They both wanted a more explosive, passionate affair, and he was quite content with something like that. WHile the two of them stayed close for a few moments, Darien simply couldn't maintain any kind of composure any more, adn pitched forward, carrying Madeline to the bed once more, putting himself over her, and beginning to thrust his hips faster and stronger, getting rougher with her, while he leaned down to bite the side of her neck.
 
Looking down at Darien was a good feeling. It gave Madeline a first hand view of seeing how he react to this. His expressions were definitely pleasing to watch. There was a mixture of pleasure and other things, but most of it was pleasure of course. She was enjoying herself, giving him feelings no one would be able to give him since she was his girlfriend. Though it seemed too early to tell, Madeline knew their relationship would be long. She was too busy rocking her hips against his to notice he had sat up. She looked at him before wrapping her arms around his neck instinctively. She moaned against his lips as she returned the deep kiss. She continued to move her hips against his own as he bucked up into her.

This was different than what she was expecting. Something much slower with love. They would be taking it slow, like their relationship before. It would be like an introduction to many different nights like these. The expectation was out of the window as soon as this started. She absolutely didn't mind. Honestly, she preferred this over slowness. Her mind started to fog up with the pent up lust she had for Darien. They had waited so long to do this. She didn't protest when he carried her back against the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Her moans and cries became more frequent as he started to pick up the pace. She bucked her hips in time with his, increasing the pleasure for both of them.
 
Her legs pulling them tightly together was just icing on the cake of the night as far as Darien was concerned. The sounds she made, the way she threw herself into the moment, it was all just so...perfect. He couldn't really imagine a better way to get this aspect of their relationship off to a good start. And he had every intent of making this much more of an aspect now that they'd started. His teeth found her neck, passion guiding him to leave a mark with that bite, before moving up to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, while he felt himself tighten within her. He thrust himself into her with more force, each movement measured to make sure that he ground into her to maximize how much she felt from the moment. He shuddered as he started to release inside of her.

The thought occured to Darien that he was very hopeful she was on the pill, or other kind of birth control, elsewsise they'd used not a single thing. And while he did see thigns with Madeline going very well, he was in no way looking to have children any time soon.
 
The sensations, the sounds, the sights, and the touches were so much for Madeline. It was like a dream come true. A night finally to themselves. A night where they could enjoy each other's body without pulling away reluctantly. All those days where they were kissing, teasing one another that were only ended due to his preferences. Madeline had put up with it even though it pained her having to wait. It was wonderful they were finally able to act out their passion. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back that would leave marks. Her hands moved to his face to cup his cheeks as she kissed him deeply. The pressure in her abdomen were increasing. A few seconds before he released into her, she arched her body and cried out in bliss as she came around her member, her walls tightening.

Madeline didn't even think what could happen since they weren't using protection. She never was fond of pill or the like. As far as she knew, the chance of getting pregnant was slim considering the week. She panted softly as she came down from her sexual high. "That...was amazing." She whispered softly, leaning her head back on the pillow.
 
Darien smiled at her words, and slowly slid himself out of her, dropping onto the bed beside her. He pulled her gently over to him, half draping her over him. Her words were no untrue, and he admit to himself that he liked the way it sounded. He had an ego of course, adn having a woman praising his sexual abilities did stroke that ego a little.
"The first one is always intense." He said a little breathlessly, leaning over to kiss her. "But it's the next one, and the one after that when things get to be really good." He promised her.

And Darien wasn't lying. He honestly found that the longer he was with a woman, the sex just kept getting better and better as they worked on it. And he had every intent of making sure Madeline and he got a lot of practice. He rest an arm around her, and smiled.
"Get some sleep Maddie. Lots to do tomorrow." He said idly, settling back in the pillows.
 
It definitely was a relief Madeline was able to orgasm other than her own fingers. She was getting tired of that, anyway. With a groan, she rolled over on her side to briefly face him. She rested her head on his chest. She was glad she was able to do this now. She loved the feeling of his chest. As her fingers drew little circles on his collar bone, she listened to him. "I never thought about that. I'll take your word for it." She said after he kissed her.

Madeline was with a man long enough to know what meant. All she could do was hope he was right. Why would he be right? He had no reason to lie to her. Plus, she gave him a nice comment on the sex. She looked at him and grinned. She pulled the blanket over the two of them before snuggling close to him. "I wonder what there is to do tomorrow..." She mumbled to him after she closed her eyes. Soon after, she drifted off.
 
Darien let her drift away, not voicing the obvious line at her question. What there was to do the next day. There was always her... He smirked, adn let himself drift away, riding a happy cloud of the aftereffects of being with her.

Morning came all too soon, Darien waking up to find them still nake don his bed. He had the impulse to roll her over, adn start up again. Or take her to the shower, and start on her there. Or...he was going to have to get focused again. Having started to have sex again after teh dry spell, he found that he was a little drawn to doing it repeatedly. And he didn't want to sinply have their entire relationship based on the idea of them fucking repeatedly. Fun as that could be, there needed to be more than that. He kissed her forehead, and slid out from under her. He put on a pair of pants, and stretched. Time to ge the day started.

He went into the kitchen, and fired up the stove. He noted with a frown the dishes they'd neglected in favour of their more carnal activities, and made a resultion to have Madeline clear them up. After all, he'd got the food, it seemed only fair that she clean it up. As he thought about it, he cracked eggs onto a pan, and began to make breakfast.
 
Madeline had pleasant dreams throughout the night. Most were filled with pictures of having sex with Darien at various times. Different scenes other than the bedroom, and the occasional bathroom sex in a restaurant. Thankfully, she was able to keep them in check while she slept. She didn't want to end up doing something embarrassing.

When morning came, Madeline didn't want to wake up. She wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with him. Have a day full of sex with no distractions. The idea was enticing, but it faded away when she felt him move around. Her eyebrows furrowed while she continued sleeping. She did not want to wake up so soon. He wouldn't mind her sleeping in for a little bit. She yawned softly before opening her eyes slowly. She quickly closed them when the light blinded her. She took a few moments before opening them up again. She looked up at him and smiled, seeing him in his pants.

She sat up in bed as she threw the covers off her. She yawned again while walking to the dresser which she borrowed for the time being. She pulled out a pair of pants and pulled them on. It was only fair for her to wear pants and no top on, but she decided it would be too early to distract Darien. She grabbed a tank top and pulled them on before walking out of the room. She silently walked up to him before wrapping her arms around his waist. "Good morning, baby." She whispered with her head resting on his shoulder.
 
SHe'd moved things around in his dresser. He'd noticed that, but until now it hadn't properly registered. Things had a place. And when that place was changed, it...discomforted Darien. But it made sense he supposed. She had to store clothes somewhere until he could get Paul to build her a dresser of her own. So until then, he'd bite his tongue, hold his peace, adn suffer in silence. Besides, he hadn't expressly forbidden her from doing it, so it would seem petty...well, more petty to cause a scene. Especially since it seemed that she was riding some aftershocks from the night before. He still was too if he was honest.

He felt her arms around him, and he smiled thinly as she spoke. She was warm, and it was ratrher apparent with her cloeness that she'd found a bra overly confining or energy intensive to wear. And that...that did suit him perfectly fine. It did make a nice way to start off the day.
"Hey there luv. Can I interest you in some breakfast?" He asked as he added a pinch of thyme to the eggs as he stirred them. Breakfast...it was the one meal he was truly good at making, and he liked to work with it pretty frequently. He smiled, and then saw the dishes of last night on the table. They were going to spoil his mood if they didn't get cleared away. And he was busy.

"Hey Maddie. Clear the table up." He didn't sound overly bossy, nor harsh, but neither did his tone suggest he was interested in hearing any disagreement on the words. It was an order, pure and simple.
 
Madeline was sure Darien didn't mind having her clothes in his dresser. Even if he did, it wasn't a big problem. She had evened them out between the four drawers, so they wouldn't be so cluttered. She was technically doing him a favor in her mind. She could've shoved all of her clothes in one drawer, but no. She actually took her time to evenly distribute her clothes between four drawers. He really had no argument against her if it came to that point. She doubted he would. He wasn't one to voice his opinion on something so small to that. That's what she thought anyway. Until she could get her own dresser, that's where her clothes were staying for the time being.

A smile had made its way to her face. She noticed she would be doing this a lot in the morning. She found the thought appealing. She would like to walk up to him from the back every morning just so she could wrap her arms around him from the back. It was at that moment she realized she had "forgotten" a bra. She didn't care. He liked the feeling anyway. "Breakfast sounds perfect." She answered softly. She watched him cook, actually intrigued he was cooking. She never was able to taste his breakfast before. Today seemed a great time to try it out. By now, she had her arms unwrapped from his chest. She ran a hand through her hair before walking towards the table. At his words, she scoffed. "We can do that later. It's still a while before the eggs are finished anyway." With a flick of her wrist, she waved him off, not knowing it would have dire consequences.
 
Darien smiled as she agreed to breakfast as he poured the eggs onto the oiled pan. The way it bubbled always lifted his mood. Well heated pan and oil, properly made eggs...it was all in order. He did wait long before flipping the eggs over, and then tilted an eye towards her, watching her. And...she refused him. And dismissed his statement like it was nothing to her. He flipped the egg onto a plate, ready to serve. No sense in burning a perfectly good breakfast.

He stepped up to her, and gently turned her to face him, his face impassive, and calm.
"Maddie?" He said in a matching calm tone. His hand was a blur, swinging up with a lot more force than one might expect. It struck Madeline on the cheek, wrenching her head clearly around. It was the kind of blow that when not expected had the potential to make a persons mind blank out a moment, and need to recalibrate. It bounced her body off of the wall, and from there to the floor. Darien stood there a moment, waiting to make sure she was able to hear him before he spoke. "Don't you ever disrespect me like that again." He warned.
 
Madeline was a little upset he would order her to clean up the plates. She was a human being. She wouldn't do something like that without his help. After all, it was his apartment. It was only fair for him to help her out cleaning up the mess. He did contribute to it. It wasn't a terrible mess. Just the plates and two empty wine glasses. Both had fallen down to the table. There was no way she was cleaning it up by herself. Not without some kind of help. Who did he think I am? I'm his girlfriend, not his little servant. She told herself.

She heard him walking up to her. She sighed softly, turning around to face him. "What do you-" Her eyes widened as his hand struck her cheek. She was stunned. She was not expecting to be hit like that. Not at that moment. Not ever. She never thought Darien to be a violent person. He seemed so...laid back. She stumbled back before hitting the wall and sinking to the floor. She held her cheek, gasping at the pain in her cheek. She trembled and looked up at him. There was something in her eyes. Rage and hurt. She rose to her feet and shoved him. "What the hell, Darien?! Why did you hit me?!" She yelled, staring up at him with disbelief.
 
Darien was preparing to turn away when she came to her feet, and shoved at him. Not as insulting as dismissing him, but still, it would not stand. As she raged at him, the same hand that had struck her before blurred into motion again, this time aiming at the other side of her face, a more open faced slap. Nonetheless, if she was going to become physically agressive, he needed to curb that right away. And so there was even more force behind the blow, enough to bypass the staggering to the wall, and simply plunge her directly to the floor. He stayed standing above her, not lowering himself to the new level she found herself at.

"You will not disrespect me. Not ever. And whenever you do, I will make sure you know the error of that. Correct that error, and you should find yourself much more able to adapt to living here. Now. Clean up the table. And if you break anything, you should know that I will be much. Much more displeased. And you won't like what happens when I'm that angry." He warned her, before turning back to the stove. he still had an egg to make after all.
 
Madeline was furious. How dare he do this to her after last night. He had no right to hit her. She chose not to clean the table by herself. It was his fault for being so aggressive. If he had asked her nicely, she would've done it with no questions asked. Instead, he told her like an order. Like she had to do it or else. It clearly wasn't fair for him to do that to her. What surprised was the second blow to the face. This time, it forced a cry from her lips. Both sides? It was double the pain she was feeling in her left cheek. What made it worse is that he made it harder. She fell back to the floor, shaking as she tried to make sense of it. He was never like this. Was it all over the dishes?

She listened to him. She wanted to listen to him, but she also wanted to show him that he could not do this to her. With a sniffle, she rose to her feet slowly. "Y-yes." Was all she muttered from his warning. She turned to the table and grabbed the plates. Ceramic. Perfect. She carried them to the sink and washed them off. When it seemed like she was done, she carried both of them to the middle of the floor and dropped them while she stared at the back of his head. Now she was just being a rebel.
 
She'd agreed. That was good! She was learning her place in this relationship. And that was always a benefit. He kept working away, and had just tossed the second egg onto a plate, ready to serve when he heard the crash of breaking plates. He turned his head very slowly to face her, his face cold, calculating. She wa staring at him, had done this deliberately. It was blind defiance, and that was not something he was going to be able to abide. He held the position, the glare, the disdain in his face for a little while, letting the tension of the moment build, letting the anticipation of what was coming mount.

When he moved, it was fast, and hard. His hand hit just under her jaw, fingers wrapping around her neck. He pushed, slamming her back into the fridge.
"Do you think that you're amusing? Or do you just want me to hurt you?" He asked her coldly. He pulled her forward before slamming her back into the fridge hard enough to rattle the appliance. "Seems to me, you are forgetting your place here. Maybe I should remind you of it, hm?" He asked coldly, half dragging her a few steps forward before shifting his grip to put his hand on the back of her neck, and push hard, slamming her down onto the table, the side of her face hitting the wooden surface.
 
He was definitely not going to expect her defiant act. When he had gave her his warning, she formulated the plan. He was kidding. He was bluffing. He wouldn't hurt her. It was joke. Madeline was going to forgive him. Him and his little OCD. He didn't mean it. He was just angry at her. She clenched her jaw as she glared at him. Now she had the nerve to reach back and drop the wine glasses on the floor, too. Luckily, she had her senses back and thought otherwise. She gave him the same glare he gave her. She saw the look on his face. It was getting to her now. He meant it.

At the realization, she was going to turn and run somewhere to hide. She couldn't have him hurting her again. Her eyes widened in horror and a cry came from her as his hand wrapped around her neck. She gasped, losing her breath as he slammed her back on the fridge. She closed her eyes, so she would be able to keep her conscious state. She didn't even have a chance to answer before he slammed her back into the fridge. By now, tears were forming. No. You're not going to cry. It doesn't even hurt that much. She told herself. She wasn't going to cry in front oh him. "D-Darien. I-I didn't mean. P-please." She begged as he dragged. She was prepared for what happened next. This time, a scream came from her as her face connected with the surface of the table. When she was pushed down, she had bit the inside of her cheek badly, causing her mouth to bleed. A few tears managed to slip down her cheeks, but she was able to recover. Without thinking about it, she kicked him in the shin as a last means for defense.
 
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