A Hotel in Mexico | Wednesday Afternoon

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It had been a really, really good honeymoon so far. Sure, they hadn't found any untouched ancient ruins to explore and potentially break, but they had been to the beach a lot, and seen some truly awesome views.

And there was also the part where they'd occasionally spend a day not leaving the hotel suite, like today. Those days were just as good. Shame it'd be over in a few days.

"Look, this food has been great," Diego said, looking over the room service menu. "But I'm actually kind of dying for a cheeseburger right now."

[For the wife!]

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Annie lightly scratched her nails against his scalp, bringing her other hand up to double the action as she splayed her fingers through his hair. "Good. Making you feel good makes me feel good."

Maybe a little more nonsense, sure, but it was true. And kind of romantic, to boot.

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"You should be feeling great now then," he joked, pulling back slightly so he could smile down at her. "I probably could make it better though."

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"I'm fairly sure you could," Annie teased, pretending to be a little doubtful even as she shifted her hips a little needily. "Pretty sure."

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"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Diego said, before leaning down to kiss her again. He slid one of his hands between them, slowly stroking his finger along her inner thigh rather than doing what she probably wanted the most.

Which was mean, he knew that.

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"You're mean," Annie half-mumbled, half-groaned. She parted her legs a bit more in response and -- oh no, poor Diego -- gave his hair a little pull to demonstrate how frustrating she found that. "I married the meanest man."

For the record, Annie had probably been plenty 'mean' this way, the past week and a half.

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"Or I married an impatient woman." It was probably both.

Still, the tugging did push him to be a little nicer, moving his hand to where she wanted it, pressing two of his fingers against her but not pushing in just yet. Patience was a virtue, right?

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Weirdly enough, though, Annie had not been feeling especially virtuous on her honeymoon.

"Can't blame me for impatience," Annie noted, shifting her hips again to try to find some friction against his fingers even if he was holding back, and leaning up to bite at the base of Diego's neck. Oh, no, the consequences of impatience! How terrible! "I mean, look at you."

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"Lucky for you I am very susceptible to flattery," Diego said, laughing softly at the bite. He happily gave in, pressing his fingers into her slowly.

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Annie had a cute little quip all set about how she'd use that to her advantage for the next fifty years or so.

But then he had to go and give in, and all cute comments were chased out of Annie's brain in favor of instead concentrating how good that felt.

"Fuck yes," she sighed, arching her hips up (impatiently, yes.) "More."

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"Susceptible to bossiness too," he murmured, breath catching at how hot that was. He sped up the movement of his hand, not having the patience to do this for long, but really loving the reaction he was getting.

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Annie pushed up a little so she could kiss (and breathe heavily, because God, that really did feel good) along his neck. "Then you should use your thumb, too," Annie replied softly, toeing the line between a request and a command as she hiked her leg up around Diego's hip again.

That was a preparation for future bossiness, don't worry. She just needed to get her bearings a little better (and, like, really did not want to interrupt his flow right now by flipping him onto his back.)

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"Yes, Mrs. Hargreeves," Diego said with a breathy laugh. He did as he was asked (or told, rather), circling his thumb around her clit. He ground his hips down against Annie's hip a little bit harder, but that was the only indication of his impatience.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"That's so fucking hot," Annie told him, biting at his neck. What he was doing with his hand, or hearing him call her that? (Yes.) But -- as Annie had said earlier, making Diego feel good made her feel good, which was probably a great foundation for a healthy marital sex life, really, and if her husband was susceptible to bossiness, she was more than happy to oblige.

So with a breathy, but firm, "I'm moving us," Annie did exactly that -- one hand found a steadying placement on Diego's chest as she used her leg's leverage to roll so she'd be on top, and if his hand moved at all from where he had it in the process, Annie would be more than happy to put it right back.

Because she was bossy. And also really, really enjoying herself.

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Diego didn't have a single goddamn complaint about these proceedings. Being bossed around and Annie using her strength on him? Two of his favorite things.

"God, you are so hot," he said, keeping his hand exactly where it was but moving the other to grip at her hip. "Bossy and hot."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie kept her hand planted firmly on Diego's chest, making sure he wouldn't be able to wriggle out from under her too easily. (Not that she expected he'd want to wriggle out from under her, but that wasn't the point -- the point was showing him that she could keep him there, always.)

"You're hot when I'm bossy," Annie murmured, anchoring her knees at either side of his hips -- though it might have taken a little longer than normal for her to get settled, given that her focus was very much split between that effort and Diego's distracting fingers.

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"Fuck." Diego didn't know what hot thing to focus on--her face, her chest or his own fingers pumping inside her. "I'm about to get bossy in a minute."

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"Don't tease," Annie replied, a little breathless as she slid her free hand low to wrap around him, wasting no time in adapting her strokes to match Diego's same rhythm.

Diego was not the only person here who liked a little bossiness, after all.

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"I would never," Diego said, fingers gripping a little tighter on her hip in response to her touching him. "When I say I want to fuck you right now, it's a demand."

At least for the purposes of playing around right now.

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"Fuck." Heat ran through Annie pretty much immediately at his words, and now her efforts were focused less on stroking and teasing and playing, and much more on getting the both of them into position to accomplish that goal as she shifted up on her knees. "God, fuck, yes. I need you."

What Annie had lost in articulation, she had gained in clear, flushed sincerity.

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"I need you too," he said, gently pulling his fingers away so he could grab her hips with both hands to steady her. "Come on--"

[defenderofdesmoines]

Those steadying hands were so appreciated (even if the absence of his fingers was kind of a bummer. A very temporary one, but still.) It was one of those gestures Annie found sweet, even in the midst of all this bossiness, and that blend of the two always just kind of did it for her.

Annie shifted her hips just that fraction needed to guide him into her, her breath catching and nails digging in against his chest instantly at the change. "Fucking yes --" she groaned softly, her head tipping back as she slid over him.

So, again, RIP anyone like...in the hall, just trying to do their job.

[knife_bender]

"Jesus--" The feeling of Annie around him was always good, and combined with her nails digging into his chest was downright amazing. He had to keep a couple of steadying breaths just to not lose it completely. "You feel so good, fuck--"

All of this said at a volume that could clearly be heard outside the door.

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At least they tipped well?

"God, so do you," Annie sighed, giving them both a moment to adjust to how that all felt -- Annie actually had goosebumps, which was ridiculous but also felt appropriate for honeymoon sex -- before finding a smooth, gentle tempo.

She relinquished her hold on Diego as well, finding she needed to lean down and kiss him right now so much more than she needed to bossily hold him in place.

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Diego was all about the kissing, and how much said kissing pressed them closer together. He reached up to curl his hand around the back of Annie's neck, squeezing gently. This position meant that Annie was mostly in control (which was hot), but he could plant one of his feet onto the mattress and use it as leverage to thrust up in rhythm with her movements.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Yes, thank you, that was the greatest, and the little whimper Annie let out against Diego's mouth probably communicated that loud and clear. Annie might have been in control -- and might have put herself in a position of control quite on purpose, even -- but she still loved that gentle squeeze and feeling Diego work with her. So hot.

Also hot, though, was bracing one hand above Diego's head so she could rock harder against him, keeping the rhythm relatively slow in the name of kissing, but increasing the effort a little. Her other hand found its way up to cup Diego's cheek, because she really couldn't help herself.