[Every once in a while, Natasha would choose not to get involved with a man, because she knew that he would be good, extremely good and that there might be a little something about him that matched the darkness within her, that danced around with the demons that plagued her a little too well. If she'd known Jesse was one of those men, she might never have agreed to this. His dance was born in the depths of her hell, and boy did his devil scatter raindrops as he tapped his way down the bourbon st. of her body.
It was like he somehow knew every single little thread to pull, how to turn her into the perfect willing marionette. She was pliant and sang like an uncaged thing for him whenever he twisted his know how into being. The vibrations against her clit drove her mad, and if she didn't think about it, Natasha might have actually pulled out strands of her own hair. Instead she drove down hard with her toes, and pushed into Jesse's back, bruising the skin as she gripped at it.
Maybe things would have been the same would their roles have been reversed, one day they might. If they did this again. Natasha already knew that she wanted to do this to him, to make him beg her all the same. She wanted to taste him as he dripped and drizzled down the side of his cock, just like he was doing now. Quivering with every stroke of his hands, Natasha thought she might have a short break and began to pant, short, quick breaths before his thumb began to rub at her again. She was there, and there was no stopping her. His question didn't matter, because as long as he was rubbing her like that, Natasha was being stimulated. ]
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm going to come now. I don't care how you do it. I'll come again with your cock, but keep rubbing, or use your mouth.. but-- fuc--..
[Her words turned into high pitched keens, that became hungry moans of his name, and she came loud and long, her entire body writhing, hips bucking. If he was back down with his mouth, he'd have to suck on her clit long and hard, holding her down bodily to keep her still. The orgasm that ripped through her was more intense than any she'd had in as long as she could remember, and lasted. Holy fuck did it last. It was like three or four orgasms blended into one. It tightened all her muscles and kept them locked in its clutches for minutes as pleasure poured through her with such incredible intensity that she ripped at the table cloth, pulling the fabric and tearing it from the center out. Dropping back, she finally settled and laid there panting, unable to speak or move. All she could do was breathe, and breathe heavily.]
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It was like he somehow knew every single little thread to pull, how to turn her into the perfect willing marionette. She was pliant and sang like an uncaged thing for him whenever he twisted his know how into being. The vibrations against her clit drove her mad, and if she didn't think about it, Natasha might have actually pulled out strands of her own hair. Instead she drove down hard with her toes, and pushed into Jesse's back, bruising the skin as she gripped at it.
Maybe things would have been the same would their roles have been reversed, one day they might. If they did this again. Natasha already knew that she wanted to do this to him, to make him beg her all the same. She wanted to taste him as he dripped and drizzled down the side of his cock, just like he was doing now. Quivering with every stroke of his hands, Natasha thought she might have a short break and began to pant, short, quick breaths before his thumb began to rub at her again. She was there, and there was no stopping her. His question didn't matter, because as long as he was rubbing her like that, Natasha was being stimulated. ]
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm going to come now. I don't care how you do it. I'll come again with your cock, but keep rubbing, or use your mouth.. but-- fuc--..
[Her words turned into high pitched keens, that became hungry moans of his name, and she came loud and long, her entire body writhing, hips bucking. If he was back down with his mouth, he'd have to suck on her clit long and hard, holding her down bodily to keep her still. The orgasm that ripped through her was more intense than any she'd had in as long as she could remember, and lasted. Holy fuck did it last. It was like three or four orgasms blended into one. It tightened all her muscles and kept them locked in its clutches for minutes as pleasure poured through her with such incredible intensity that she ripped at the table cloth, pulling the fabric and tearing it from the center out. Dropping back, she finally settled and laid there panting, unable to speak or move. All she could do was breathe, and breathe heavily.]