[Something about Jesse just trips all the wires in Natasha's body. It's as if a giant on switch is negotiated in the way he moves about her, handles her. It's like he gets things about her that other men don't quite. Maybe it's because they hardly know anything about one another and he's had no time to be intimidated and doesn't feel the need to be gentle, or maybe it's because he knows what it's like to feel numb so often that pain makes him feel alive, much as it does her. Whatever it is, the way he grips at her hair, and jerks her against him makes her moan for him, really moan. There's nothing fake or made up about it.
All of this was spur of the moment, and Natasha is used to one night stands. She's also used to ticking boxes to practice her skills and make sure she's at the top of her game when she has to. She doesn't have to with Jesse. He's already got her juices flowing and when he kisses her back, she loves the play in her mouth. He's not pliant, but a dominant force to contend with. Her tongue fleeces the side of his and then curls and drags along and with, tangling up in ways that show she's no stranger to kissing a man.
Nails bite into his skin as they kiss, and she's already got her fingers digging down the back of his jeans, so that she can grip at his ass. She wants all of that thick, hard, cock pressed up against her. Parting her leg, Natasha allows the warmth from between her legs wrap around one of his until their lips fall apart, leaving her panting ever so slightly. His name a slight moan on release.]
Tell me what to do why don't you.
[She shakes her head, setting her hair free from her shoulders and down her back as she wanders to the table and slowly pulls her pants off, revealing the rest of her lingerie. When she turns and leans against it, it barely moves showing exactly how stable a piece of wood it is. There's a deep blue cloth covering it, because it wouldn't do to stain the wood, otherwise it's bare. Watching Jesse cross to her, she slips a finger in her mouth and then slides it down her body until it disappears in the swath of lace she's wearing.
It's obvious that she's dipped her finger inside herself, and when she brings it out, it's dripping with a think clear wetness. ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 05:43 pm (UTC)All of this was spur of the moment, and Natasha is used to one night stands. She's also used to ticking boxes to practice her skills and make sure she's at the top of her game when she has to. She doesn't have to with Jesse. He's already got her juices flowing and when he kisses her back, she loves the play in her mouth. He's not pliant, but a dominant force to contend with. Her tongue fleeces the side of his and then curls and drags along and with, tangling up in ways that show she's no stranger to kissing a man.
Nails bite into his skin as they kiss, and she's already got her fingers digging down the back of his jeans, so that she can grip at his ass. She wants all of that thick, hard, cock pressed up against her. Parting her leg, Natasha allows the warmth from between her legs wrap around one of his until their lips fall apart, leaving her panting ever so slightly. His name a slight moan on release.]
Tell me what to do why don't you.
[She shakes her head, setting her hair free from her shoulders and down her back as she wanders to the table and slowly pulls her pants off, revealing the rest of her lingerie. When she turns and leans against it, it barely moves showing exactly how stable a piece of wood it is. There's a deep blue cloth covering it, because it wouldn't do to stain the wood, otherwise it's bare. Watching Jesse cross to her, she slips a finger in her mouth and then slides it down her body until it disappears in the swath of lace she's wearing.
It's obvious that she's dipped her finger inside herself, and when she brings it out, it's dripping with a think clear wetness. ]
Taste? Or should I?