[ Jesse's thinking the same thing. Not that he regrets going over to Natasha's place, but it's been a while since he had this much chemistry with someone else in the bedroom. Sure, one-night stands aren't an uncommon occurrence for him. It comes with the territory of being a dealer. Hedonism plagues all of his clients, and some have a hunger for more than what he's peddling. It doesn't hurt business, either, using his charisma to pull people in like a spider reining in its prey with silken strands. He's no predator, but he knows how to make his customers come back for more. That's not what this is, though, and perhaps that's part of the allure. They don't owe each other anything. They're not doing this to impress. She isn't trying to wick information from him and he's not trying to make another sale. They're doing this because they want to.
Jesse's always been an empath and so, he reads Natasha's body like a novel, tracing her dips and curves like following lines of text, deciphering her every sound and movement. A louder groan is pulled from him when she digs her toes into his back hard enough to leave little bruises. He won't be able to see them unless he cranes his neck to look into a mirror, but he'll feel them for days and that'll be enough to ignite the memory of this night each time the ache blossoms in his muscles. Forget about the sight of the kitchen table making him hard. He's going to have enough little trinkets from this night to last him all week.
Jesse leans in to lap at Natasha's juices as his thumb rubs steady circles over her slick clit. He can tell she's close even before she says so, but as her moans and whines rise in pitch and volume, he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks at it without restraint, alternating the suction with flickers of his tongue. His jaw and tongue ache from overuse, but he pushes through. It'll be worth it.
It is worth it. He slides his hands up her thighs and grips her hips firmly, pressing down to pin them to the table, leaving little thumbprint bruises on either side. Not because he intends to, but because she's arching so hard up off the table that he needs to still her to finish the job. She presses up against his hands for an impossibly long time and the contractions are so strong he can feel the pulses even though his mouth is focused on her clit and not her quivering entrance. He keeps the pleasure going until her hips cease their spasms and her body goes limp beneath him. Still, he keeps his mouth on her but traces and licks her folds slowly and gently, letting her slowly descend. ]
I owe you a new tablecloth.
[ Jesse says finally, the smile evident in his voice as he finally pulls his mouth off her to speak. If she sees him, she'll note his blue eyes, vibrant and shining, pupils blown wide. The lower half of his face is glistening with her fluids, his lips flushed. He's so worked up he's dizzy, but he knows that this is worth the wait. Jesse releases Natasha's hips so he can grip the edge of the table to help himself to his feet, stretching his legs as he stands, knees aching. ]
I'm so fuckin' hard for you. Jesus.
[ Jesse rasps, hands finding his belt buckle to unfasten it. He can shove his baggy jeans down easily without even unzipping them, and they pool around his socked feet. He steps out of the puddle of denim, kicking the jeans aside before he hooks his thumbs into the elastic waist of his boxers. When he rids himself of those, his cock springs free, plumping even further now that it's without restrictive fabrics to contain it. He's well-endowed and thick. His cock bobs gently in the air with his heartbeat, the head engorged and almost purple with need. He curls his hand around it, giving himself a slow stroke, squeezing at its base, a string of precum stretching towards the floor as a huffed breath escapes him. ]
Oh, fuck. I'm gonna have to start slow.
[ He remembers himself and fumbles for his jeans, grabbing a condom from the pocket and putting it between his teeth so he can tear it open. ]
You want me to use one, right?
[ Jesse's clean--he gets tested regularly, but he's definitely not ready to have an accidental kid, and it's polite to offer anyway. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 01:10 am (UTC)Jesse's always been an empath and so, he reads Natasha's body like a novel, tracing her dips and curves like following lines of text, deciphering her every sound and movement. A louder groan is pulled from him when she digs her toes into his back hard enough to leave little bruises. He won't be able to see them unless he cranes his neck to look into a mirror, but he'll feel them for days and that'll be enough to ignite the memory of this night each time the ache blossoms in his muscles. Forget about the sight of the kitchen table making him hard. He's going to have enough little trinkets from this night to last him all week.
Jesse leans in to lap at Natasha's juices as his thumb rubs steady circles over her slick clit. He can tell she's close even before she says so, but as her moans and whines rise in pitch and volume, he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks at it without restraint, alternating the suction with flickers of his tongue. His jaw and tongue ache from overuse, but he pushes through. It'll be worth it.
It is worth it. He slides his hands up her thighs and grips her hips firmly, pressing down to pin them to the table, leaving little thumbprint bruises on either side. Not because he intends to, but because she's arching so hard up off the table that he needs to still her to finish the job. She presses up against his hands for an impossibly long time and the contractions are so strong he can feel the pulses even though his mouth is focused on her clit and not her quivering entrance. He keeps the pleasure going until her hips cease their spasms and her body goes limp beneath him. Still, he keeps his mouth on her but traces and licks her folds slowly and gently, letting her slowly descend. ]
I owe you a new tablecloth.
[ Jesse says finally, the smile evident in his voice as he finally pulls his mouth off her to speak. If she sees him, she'll note his blue eyes, vibrant and shining, pupils blown wide. The lower half of his face is glistening with her fluids, his lips flushed. He's so worked up he's dizzy, but he knows that this is worth the wait. Jesse releases Natasha's hips so he can grip the edge of the table to help himself to his feet, stretching his legs as he stands, knees aching. ]
I'm so fuckin' hard for you. Jesus.
[ Jesse rasps, hands finding his belt buckle to unfasten it. He can shove his baggy jeans down easily without even unzipping them, and they pool around his socked feet. He steps out of the puddle of denim, kicking the jeans aside before he hooks his thumbs into the elastic waist of his boxers. When he rids himself of those, his cock springs free, plumping even further now that it's without restrictive fabrics to contain it. He's well-endowed and thick. His cock bobs gently in the air with his heartbeat, the head engorged and almost purple with need. He curls his hand around it, giving himself a slow stroke, squeezing at its base, a string of precum stretching towards the floor as a huffed breath escapes him. ]
Oh, fuck. I'm gonna have to start slow.
[ He remembers himself and fumbles for his jeans, grabbing a condom from the pocket and putting it between his teeth so he can tear it open. ]
You want me to use one, right?
[ Jesse's clean--he gets tested regularly, but he's definitely not ready to have an accidental kid, and it's polite to offer anyway. ]