[ Truth be told, Jesse hasn't been in any serious relationships since the death of his ex, and even that had been a whirlwind of a thing--two junkies not even entirely sure if they loved each other or just the company, the drugs, and the mindless indulgence in all of life's pleasures. He misses her or maybe it's just the thought of her. Maybe it's just knowing when you get home there's someone there waiting instead of an empty house, barely even furnished. A reminder of how much of his life is barren. He's grateful that Natasha invited him over. It's one less night spent staring at the walls and blasting music loud enough to drown out his own thoughts.
Of course, this helps, too. Jesse gasps, whimpering again as Natasha's nails bite into his skin, no doubt leaving half-moon impressions behind that he secretly hopes will still be there when he gets home. His hips buck forward as she grips his ass and presses him close. This is going to be fun. He can tell already. She's no pillow princess--she'll tell him what she likes and how, and when he gives it to her so good that she can't even find the words, her body will tell him everything that she can't vocalize.
Jesse just smirks when Natasha teases him for ordering her onto the table. He's sure, given her status, she's used to giving the orders; being in charge. Everybody likes a switch-up once in a while to keep things interesting, himself included. If they ever do this again, she'll learn that he has just as much fun giving orders as he does taking them. His jaw goes slack, eyelids going heavy as he watches her body snake its way out of her pants, revealing the rest of her outfit in all its glory. ]
Oh dear God...
[ The words leave Jesse breathily, mumbled mostly to himself but loudly enough for Natasha to hear--and she should, because he wants her to know how fucking delectable she looks in that black lace number that he knows she put on just for him, even if it ends up in tatters by the time he's through. He'll make it up to her and pay for the damaged goods in cash and in the way she'll think of him when she goes to purchase a replacement. ]
Ladies first.
[ Jesse says, barely able to contain himself as he watches Natasha bring her wet fingers to her mouth. He groans, unable to help but give himself a squeeze, eyes dark and locked on her. The rest of the world could have up and disappeared and he wouldn't have noticed because of how laser-focused he is on her.
It's been evident that he's not the most patient person in the world, so he wastes no time in kicking off his Nike sneakers, shoving them aside as he steps up to the table where Natasha is perched. Fingers encircling her wrist, he gently but firmly withdraws her fingers from her mouth. ]
Besides, I'd rather taste you like this.
[ Jesse slides his hands up her spread thighs as he steps in between them, his lips finding hers again. His tongue explores her mouth eagerly, a ragged moan leaving him as the taste of her floods his mouth. He kisses her hungrily, teeth catching her lower lip as he finally pulls back just enough to pull in a shaky breath, his chest heaving as his lungs expand to replenish his body with the oxygen it's starved for. He nuzzles the side of her face, nudging it to make room so he can mouth at her neck as he catches his breath, his hand finding one of her breasts and kneading it over the form-fitting lace, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric. He pinches it gently, plucking at it as it hardens to a stiff peak, his other hand cupping the other side and pressing gently upwards so he can suck at the flesh that spills over the top of the cup. ]
Lay back.
[ The words are muttered against her skin, but loud enough to hear. He keeps his jeans on for now because he doesn't trust himself not to just fuck the hell out of her when she's all laid out for him looking like that. Jesse cranes his body over hers, nudging his nose against her exposed abdomen as he curls his fingers into the gusset of her panties and the hem around one thigh. ]
I'll replace 'em. Promise.
[ With only those words as notice, and barely enough time to register, he tugs hard, the fabric going taut and creaking before it finally gives way, a ripping sound as he tears the fabric asunder. He needs better access, but he likes the way those thigh-highs look, so this is just how it's going to go. Jesse drops to his knees, pulling Natasha to the edge of the table so her legs drape over his shoulders. The table's the perfect height for this, really, but that's a fleeting thought that together disappears when his mouth meets her flesh.
Jesse's slow at first, teasing with a long stripe up her velvety folds, letting his warm, wet tongue lap long strokes onto her flesh. He spreads her lips gently and then starts to focus on her clit, gathering spit in the front of his mouth before he starts sucking on it, alternating the suction with the flickering of the tip of his tongue. He never quite lets the pleasure reach its peak, always going back to the long, slow licks before he starts working her harder. It might seem like meaningless patterns traced with his tongue, but really he's tracing the letters of his name over her clit. A little secret for himself. Something to think about later, when this is all said and done. ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 07:28 pm (UTC)Of course, this helps, too. Jesse gasps, whimpering again as Natasha's nails bite into his skin, no doubt leaving half-moon impressions behind that he secretly hopes will still be there when he gets home. His hips buck forward as she grips his ass and presses him close. This is going to be fun. He can tell already. She's no pillow princess--she'll tell him what she likes and how, and when he gives it to her so good that she can't even find the words, her body will tell him everything that she can't vocalize.
Jesse just smirks when Natasha teases him for ordering her onto the table. He's sure, given her status, she's used to giving the orders; being in charge. Everybody likes a switch-up once in a while to keep things interesting, himself included. If they ever do this again, she'll learn that he has just as much fun giving orders as he does taking them. His jaw goes slack, eyelids going heavy as he watches her body snake its way out of her pants, revealing the rest of her outfit in all its glory. ]
Oh dear God...
[ The words leave Jesse breathily, mumbled mostly to himself but loudly enough for Natasha to hear--and she should, because he wants her to know how fucking delectable she looks in that black lace number that he knows she put on just for him, even if it ends up in tatters by the time he's through. He'll make it up to her and pay for the damaged goods in cash and in the way she'll think of him when she goes to purchase a replacement. ]
Ladies first.
[ Jesse says, barely able to contain himself as he watches Natasha bring her wet fingers to her mouth. He groans, unable to help but give himself a squeeze, eyes dark and locked on her. The rest of the world could have up and disappeared and he wouldn't have noticed because of how laser-focused he is on her.
It's been evident that he's not the most patient person in the world, so he wastes no time in kicking off his Nike sneakers, shoving them aside as he steps up to the table where Natasha is perched. Fingers encircling her wrist, he gently but firmly withdraws her fingers from her mouth. ]
Besides, I'd rather taste you like this.
[ Jesse slides his hands up her spread thighs as he steps in between them, his lips finding hers again. His tongue explores her mouth eagerly, a ragged moan leaving him as the taste of her floods his mouth. He kisses her hungrily, teeth catching her lower lip as he finally pulls back just enough to pull in a shaky breath, his chest heaving as his lungs expand to replenish his body with the oxygen it's starved for. He nuzzles the side of her face, nudging it to make room so he can mouth at her neck as he catches his breath, his hand finding one of her breasts and kneading it over the form-fitting lace, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric. He pinches it gently, plucking at it as it hardens to a stiff peak, his other hand cupping the other side and pressing gently upwards so he can suck at the flesh that spills over the top of the cup. ]
Lay back.
[ The words are muttered against her skin, but loud enough to hear. He keeps his jeans on for now because he doesn't trust himself not to just fuck the hell out of her when she's all laid out for him looking like that. Jesse cranes his body over hers, nudging his nose against her exposed abdomen as he curls his fingers into the gusset of her panties and the hem around one thigh. ]
I'll replace 'em. Promise.
[ With only those words as notice, and barely enough time to register, he tugs hard, the fabric going taut and creaking before it finally gives way, a ripping sound as he tears the fabric asunder. He needs better access, but he likes the way those thigh-highs look, so this is just how it's going to go. Jesse drops to his knees, pulling Natasha to the edge of the table so her legs drape over his shoulders. The table's the perfect height for this, really, but that's a fleeting thought that together disappears when his mouth meets her flesh.
Jesse's slow at first, teasing with a long stripe up her velvety folds, letting his warm, wet tongue lap long strokes onto her flesh. He spreads her lips gently and then starts to focus on her clit, gathering spit in the front of his mouth before he starts sucking on it, alternating the suction with the flickering of the tip of his tongue. He never quite lets the pleasure reach its peak, always going back to the long, slow licks before he starts working her harder. It might seem like meaningless patterns traced with his tongue, but really he's tracing the letters of his name over her clit. A little secret for himself. Something to think about later, when this is all said and done. ]