[ A little thrill runs through him at the way she watches him so closely. He pulls back to give her space to get the drinks, but still lingers close by, eyeing her. He wouldn't mind forgoing the drinks and getting right down to business, but sometimes being patient has its perks.
He opens his mouth to shoot back something witty, but the minute Natasha presses every inch of herself up against him, any thoughts he may have had go right out the window. A sigh leaves his lips and his hands grip her hips firmly, letting his fingertips peek ever so slightly beneath the sweater she has on, testing the waters.
A shudder runs through him when her mouth finds the side of his neck, his head tipping easily to one side to give her better access as he lips sweep over his pounding pulse. It's one of his more sensitive spots, and he sucks in a breath as he pushes his hand higher, letting it slide up her aide until his fingers ghost over something lacy that he can't wait to get a better look at.
He almost groans when she pulls away, a dazed look on his face. He's half hard already, heart hammering away in the cage of his chest. But he tries to keep his cool. They have all night, after all. ]
Maybe you should lose the sweater--give me a little more room to work with.
[ He suggests and then because it's only fair, he reaches his arms up to grab the back of his collar so he can pull his t-shirt off over his head. It joins his hoodie on the countertop. He's a little bit on the scrawny side, but his looks are deceiving. He can hold his own. There's a dragon tattooed in black ink on the left side of his chest and, if she happens to get a look at his back, a sugar skull sits between his shoulder blades.
Jesse reaches out to grab the hem of her sweater, working the bulky fabric up her frame and off. ]
Holy shit.
[ Eloquent, as always. The words come out breathily as he drinks in the sight of her. Black lace hugs her curves and he's suddenly struck with the thought of taking off the undoubtedly matching panties with his teeth. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. He takes the salt shaker in his hand, the other caressing the side of her face, his thumb sliding beneath her chin and applying a light, upward pressure to ease her head back, exposing her throat. Jesse ducks down, mouthing at the upper curve of her breast and leaving a sharp nip over her collarbone before he licks a long stripe along her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his tongue.
He pulls back, a little breathless, and then sprinkles some salt where it'll stick before he gets back down to business. Jesse licks and sucks up every last grain, hot breaths puffed against her moistened skin. He's pressed so close that he's certain she can feel how aroused he is. He pulls back, as much as it pains him to do so, and grabs the shot glass, raising it before he knocks back the tequila and swallows. He bites into the lime to chase down the liquor, wiping his lips with the back of his hand afterward. ]
Your turn.
[ Jesse offers her the salt shaker, leaning back against the edge of the counter a little so she can do what she wishes. ]
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He opens his mouth to shoot back something witty, but the minute Natasha presses every inch of herself up against him, any thoughts he may have had go right out the window. A sigh leaves his lips and his hands grip her hips firmly, letting his fingertips peek ever so slightly beneath the sweater she has on, testing the waters.
A shudder runs through him when her mouth finds the side of his neck, his head tipping easily to one side to give her better access as he lips sweep over his pounding pulse. It's one of his more sensitive spots, and he sucks in a breath as he pushes his hand higher, letting it slide up her aide until his fingers ghost over something lacy that he can't wait to get a better look at.
He almost groans when she pulls away, a dazed look on his face. He's half hard already, heart hammering away in the cage of his chest. But he tries to keep his cool. They have all night, after all. ]
Maybe you should lose the sweater--give me a little more room to work with.
[ He suggests and then because it's only fair, he reaches his arms up to grab the back of his collar so he can pull his t-shirt off over his head. It joins his hoodie on the countertop. He's a little bit on the scrawny side, but his looks are deceiving. He can hold his own. There's a dragon tattooed in black ink on the left side of his chest and, if she happens to get a look at his back, a sugar skull sits between his shoulder blades.
Jesse reaches out to grab the hem of her sweater, working the bulky fabric up her frame and off. ]
Holy shit.
[ Eloquent, as always. The words come out breathily as he drinks in the sight of her. Black lace hugs her curves and he's suddenly struck with the thought of taking off the undoubtedly matching panties with his teeth. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. He takes the salt shaker in his hand, the other caressing the side of her face, his thumb sliding beneath her chin and applying a light, upward pressure to ease her head back, exposing her throat. Jesse ducks down, mouthing at the upper curve of her breast and leaving a sharp nip over her collarbone before he licks a long stripe along her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his tongue.
He pulls back, a little breathless, and then sprinkles some salt where it'll stick before he gets back down to business. Jesse licks and sucks up every last grain, hot breaths puffed against her moistened skin. He's pressed so close that he's certain she can feel how aroused he is. He pulls back, as much as it pains him to do so, and grabs the shot glass, raising it before he knocks back the tequila and swallows. He bites into the lime to chase down the liquor, wiping his lips with the back of his hand afterward. ]
Your turn.
[ Jesse offers her the salt shaker, leaning back against the edge of the counter a little so she can do what she wishes. ]