[Healthy doses of admiration are always enjoyed, and Natasha is used to them, but the it's the way Jesse whispers out his exclamation over her body that makes her feel more like a goddess than she has in years of being with men. He has a way about him that cuts circuits of electricity straight through her. It's like he's plugged into her nervous system and knows all the right neurotransmitters to fire at exactly the right moments to send her body into overdrive.
Maybe a few moments ago he was a somewhat ordinary, striking man with a nice body, but the longer this stretches on, his attractiveness grows. Natasha truly can't wait to see how drop dead fucking gorgeous he'll be by the end of it all. Smirking with delight, she slowly licks up her finger before sucking it all the way into her mouth, making it disappear all the way to the last knuckle and a little bit beyond that. She had begun to pull it out, but then licked it back in when Jesse came to tug at it. He gave her exactly the right answer. ]
Anytime.
[It was her turn to answer in a soft sultry tone, lips already parting before he captured her mouth with his own. Catching his lip in the kiss, she cuts it on a nip and sucks briefly at the blood, before adding it to the flavors already mingling in the kiss. Add to that a moan, and a ragged gasp yanked from a quick pull of her diaphragm when he teases her breasts, Natasha is feeling rather impatient herself. She crosses her legs behind him and yanks him into her before he has the chance to pull away. Although when the time comes, she releases him on a whine and a sigh.]
Wha--
[The word dies on a sharp noise, a breathless yelp that ceases drops to his knees. Perhaps she should care more about her expensive lingerie, but with the way Jesse knows how to use his mouth, Natasha can't seem to mind. She arches her back against the table and the cloth bunches up under back and slides along the wood. One fist flies down to his hair and the other finds itself caught up in her own, pulling it up and back with a long high pitch whine when the heat of his mouth finds the length of her folds.
Fuck, he's good. She breathes out his name, and moans again. Breath coming in more rapid paces, pulling and expanding the cavity they're bound in, Natasha isn't sure if she loves or hates his technique. The constant giving her clit attention and then pulling it away, has her alternating between loud long moans, little baited breaths, and bright, dirty curses. She can tell that he knows how to work a clit. Long ago, she learned lessons on how to trace the letters of an alphabet to get a woman to come. She doesn't work much with them, but she knows how to-- and fuck so does he. She may not know it's his name, but she knows that he's doing everything exactly right to bring her to that very edge and keep her there. ]
Fuck you. Jesse.. Jesus fucking christ. I am almost there.. god. oh. god. please. please.
[There's no sign that he's going to let up, or if he's going to overstimulate her into her own private hell. She knows that in the end she's going to love it either way, but right now it's this never ending roller coaster of up and up, the tightness in her stomach never ceasing as she waits for the rush of the drop to come, but she never quite reaches that delicious pinnacle. Her fingers tighten in his hair, just as her toes curl and dig into his back the closer she gets. Hips jut out and lift, and she pushes at his mouth, determined to come, and just as she gets right there, he drops his tongue and she has to breathe it out once more, lungs on fire and body twisted, begging to be allowed to let go.]
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Maybe a few moments ago he was a somewhat ordinary, striking man with a nice body, but the longer this stretches on, his attractiveness grows. Natasha truly can't wait to see how drop dead fucking gorgeous he'll be by the end of it all. Smirking with delight, she slowly licks up her finger before sucking it all the way into her mouth, making it disappear all the way to the last knuckle and a little bit beyond that. She had begun to pull it out, but then licked it back in when Jesse came to tug at it. He gave her exactly the right answer. ]
Anytime.
[It was her turn to answer in a soft sultry tone, lips already parting before he captured her mouth with his own. Catching his lip in the kiss, she cuts it on a nip and sucks briefly at the blood, before adding it to the flavors already mingling in the kiss. Add to that a moan, and a ragged gasp yanked from a quick pull of her diaphragm when he teases her breasts, Natasha is feeling rather impatient herself. She crosses her legs behind him and yanks him into her before he has the chance to pull away. Although when the time comes, she releases him on a whine and a sigh.]
Wha--
[The word dies on a sharp noise, a breathless yelp that ceases drops to his knees. Perhaps she should care more about her expensive lingerie, but with the way Jesse knows how to use his mouth, Natasha can't seem to mind. She arches her back against the table and the cloth bunches up under back and slides along the wood. One fist flies down to his hair and the other finds itself caught up in her own, pulling it up and back with a long high pitch whine when the heat of his mouth finds the length of her folds.
Fuck, he's good. She breathes out his name, and moans again. Breath coming in more rapid paces, pulling and expanding the cavity they're bound in, Natasha isn't sure if she loves or hates his technique. The constant giving her clit attention and then pulling it away, has her alternating between loud long moans, little baited breaths, and bright, dirty curses. She can tell that he knows how to work a clit. Long ago, she learned lessons on how to trace the letters of an alphabet to get a woman to come. She doesn't work much with them, but she knows how to-- and fuck so does he. She may not know it's his name, but she knows that he's doing everything exactly right to bring her to that very edge and keep her there. ]
Fuck you. Jesse.. Jesus fucking christ. I am almost there.. god. oh. god. please. please.
[There's no sign that he's going to let up, or if he's going to overstimulate her into her own private hell. She knows that in the end she's going to love it either way, but right now it's this never ending roller coaster of up and up, the tightness in her stomach never ceasing as she waits for the rush of the drop to come, but she never quite reaches that delicious pinnacle. Her fingers tighten in his hair, just as her toes curl and dig into his back the closer she gets. Hips jut out and lift, and she pushes at his mouth, determined to come, and just as she gets right there, he drops his tongue and she has to breathe it out once more, lungs on fire and body twisted, begging to be allowed to let go.]