[It's like he's her tantric sex master and she hasn't been touched by a man like this in so long. So many of the men she's with have no idea how to read a woman's body any better than they know how to read a copy of Vogue magazine. They think more New York Times and Playboy's greatest hits at a gas-stop, than actually tuning themselves to the sounds and motions of the woman they are having sex with. Natasha knows that Jesse can read a woman. He's trained in that art, and when he slips from her body to rub the rounded head of his now slicked up cock against her clit, she hits so close to that peak again, that she arches off the table with a litany of shits, and fucks, mangled up with his name.
There's also a lot of 'it shouldn't be like this', twisted on her tongue as she fights the utter abandonment that she allows herself to feel. Always in such tight control, Natasha lets go completely. It's not something she does lightly, nor for just any person. Jesse is getting to see something unfiltered and raw than only very, very few members of society have ever seen. Her nails dig deep into his shoulders again, and she lifts herself up to pull him back to her. ]
Wear my mark, I want you to wear me, bleed for me. You've taken so much of me apart Jesse. I want to keep a part of you with me.
[She all but begs as he continues to thrust in her slowly. It's all she can do to keep herself from orgasming. Her muscles are clamped tight around her, and her breathing is ragged. He's got her edged to the red zone again, they've both pushed one another right back to that place. ]
Come here. [Her legs grip him tight, as she clamps down on him inside of her, not allowing him motion. Tiny vibrations focus around his cock, her pussy his own tiny vibrator. She knows that she could make him come this way, but she's going to let go in a second, give him a choice. Bringing him in close, she takes the side of his shoulder, and digs her teeth in, pulling and sucking deeply until it gives way and capillaries offer up the bitter tang of iron across her palate. He's hers, and this is beyond not using a condom. ]
You can take it from me when you turn me over. I'm yours tonight. All yours.
[Letting him go, she turns around and bends over the table, wrapping her hands up in the shreds of her table cloth that is left. Natasha presses her cheek to the cold table and holds on. She knows that the second he really begins to fuck her that she's going to lose it. He's done way too good at hitting every edge of her g-spot, and once he hits that very end of her, once he bangs against her cervix, she's done for. ] Fuck me, Jesse, and I'll come for you. I'm gonna come hard... so be ready.
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Date: 2023-11-11 07:37 pm (UTC)There's also a lot of 'it shouldn't be like this', twisted on her tongue as she fights the utter abandonment that she allows herself to feel. Always in such tight control, Natasha lets go completely. It's not something she does lightly, nor for just any person. Jesse is getting to see something unfiltered and raw than only very, very few members of society have ever seen. Her nails dig deep into his shoulders again, and she lifts herself up to pull him back to her. ]
Wear my mark, I want you to wear me, bleed for me. You've taken so much of me apart Jesse. I want to keep a part of you with me.
[She all but begs as he continues to thrust in her slowly. It's all she can do to keep herself from orgasming. Her muscles are clamped tight around her, and her breathing is ragged. He's got her edged to the red zone again, they've both pushed one another right back to that place. ]
Come here. [Her legs grip him tight, as she clamps down on him inside of her, not allowing him motion. Tiny vibrations focus around his cock, her pussy his own tiny vibrator. She knows that she could make him come this way, but she's going to let go in a second, give him a choice. Bringing him in close, she takes the side of his shoulder, and digs her teeth in, pulling and sucking deeply until it gives way and capillaries offer up the bitter tang of iron across her palate. He's hers, and this is beyond not using a condom. ]
You can take it from me when you turn me over. I'm yours tonight. All yours.
[Letting him go, she turns around and bends over the table, wrapping her hands up in the shreds of her table cloth that is left. Natasha presses her cheek to the cold table and holds on. She knows that the second he really begins to fuck her that she's going to lose it. He's done way too good at hitting every edge of her g-spot, and once he hits that very end of her, once he bangs against her cervix, she's done for. ] Fuck me, Jesse, and I'll come for you. I'm gonna come hard... so be ready.