[It doesn't matter that it was a hasty decision not to use a condom, it was the one that she wanted. Sure, they say that condoms don't make a difference, but it's a bunch of bullshit. There's a huge difference when there's nothing but his cock sliding into her. Before even getting that far, Jesse's good enough to make her start to tremble again. Most men would just push right in and start fucking her. Obviously, she already knows that he's different, that he's got keys to her body that she didn't even realize she handed over.
When he slips his cock along her folds, sliding along the massive amounts of wetness still lingering from his earlier enjoyment, she can't help but moan softly, tossing her hair about, tangling it up against the blue cloth. Then there's his engorged tip, the flat of it damp with his own come against her oversensitive nub. It hits her like a tiny electrified magic wand, forcing her to reach out and grips the edge of the table so she can dig her fingers into something solid least she jump up off the damn surface all together. ]
Jesus fuck, Jesse.
[Finally there's that warm feeling, the one that sends out signals to her brain to release oxytocin, which in return floods her with dopamine as Jesse pushes himself inside her. Natasha moans long and low, tightening her muscles around him. She's fit, and knows how to squeeze him just right as he finds his best rhythm. Her body floods around him again, and she lifts her hips to his every slow thrust. It's everything she imagined it would be. He knows how to use himself, and she matches that exactly, reading him as he does her. Her training is every bit as thorough as his. ]
[ Jesse bites his lower lip, teeth pressing hard against the tender flesh as Natasha squeezes around him just right. He can't remember the last time he's gone without using a condom. Sure, he jerks off a lot, but this isn't the same. His eyes slide up Natasha's body to her face as she arches and tugs at her own hair. It's a beautiful fucking sight, and it only serves to encourage Jesse to pull more of those pleasured sounds out of her.
One hand grips the outside of Natasha's thigh as the other slides between her legs. He grips himself around the base of his cock as he pulls out, spreading her juices with the tip as he goes back to rubbing her clit with the engorged head. He doesn't want to come too quickly, but he's been so turned on for so long that every stroke inside of her is sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his spine.
Once he calms down enough to keep going, he guides his dick back inside of her, sucking in a sharp breath as he slides home easily, her arousal lubricating the way for him. He rolls his hips slowly, taking a step closer so he can't pull back as much, focusing on grinding deep inside of her, trying to aim for that spot that makes her clench around him. ]
Oh fuck, that feels good, nnnh...
[ Jesse groans through an exhale, shuddering as he stills his hips so he can regain control again, feeling his cock twitching impatiently inside of her. He blows out another breath, his lips pursing with the effort of concentration as he focuses simultaneously on working her up and keeping his orgasm at bay. He edges himself regularly, but even with that experience, this feels so much better than his own hands do. ]
You wanna flip over for me? Bend over the table?
[ He asks, even as he's grinding slow and deep into her again, finding it impossible to stop. ]
[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.
[ Sure, Jesse's perused porn the same as any other twenty-something guy, but unlike a lot of them, he knows to separate that contrived shit from reality. It's good for what it is: entertainment, but anybody that tries to use it as some kind of educational material is in for a rude awakening. He relies on reading the subtleties of body language. The hitching of a breath, the arching of a back. He learns to roll with the tide of whoever he's with in that moment, letting that moment stretch in his grasp as he adapts to whatever they have to offer. Of course, a lot of it just relies on chemistry alone, and it's been clear to him from that first tequila shot that there was electricity buzzing between the two of them.
Jesse's tongue peeks out to press against his lip, dragging over it and then baring his teeth a little, his nose wrinkling up with a grimace of concentration as he hones his focus on the sparks of pleasure arcing through the both of them while the plump and weeping head of his cock rubs slow circles against Natasha's clit. She's right on that edge again. He can feel it even before her back arches up off of the table, tattered blue cloth hanging over the sides of the wood. His body jerks, dick tugging in his grip like it's trying to press up against his stomach when Natasha's nails bite into his shoulders. A low moan leaves him as the burn is heightened as she uses his body as leverage to pull herself up. He hopes when she pulls back, the skin's been broken, little crimson half moons appearing on his skin.
He grunts quietly when he guides himself back inside of her, the warmth so inviting he wants to get lost in it. A prickling heat floods across his skin as he rolls his hips forward. Jesse lets out a broken and ragged moan when Natasha's legs clamp around him, pulling him close. He doesn't fight it, though it makes him bend at the waist, his hands scrambling to press against the table and the remnants of the cloth still struggling to cling to it. That's when he feels it. She starts vibrating around him and Jesse shudders, his mouth falling open and blue eyes threatening to roll up into his skull. ]
Oh, shi-shit. That's- nnnghh how are you even--
[ He stutters through the pleasure, his fingers twitching against the table. He presses close, lifting one hand from the wood to curl around Natasha's back, blunt nails biting at the smooth skin he finds as she bites him hard enough to draw blood. He drags his nails along her flesh. They aren't sharp, but leave behind trails of white that fade pink as they rise, welting as though embossed onto her skin. He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut briefly as he feels his balls starting to draw up toward his body, a warm coil tightening and curling up in his abdomen, fluttering and spreading the heat through his thighs and groin. He's close. Oh fuck is he close. So close that his hips shudder as she pulls off of him and turns over. He has to clamp a hand around his cock, squeezing as he freezes, letting himself come down from that peak--those impossible heights that they keep on reaching.
Jesse slides his hands over the round globes of Natasha's ass, leaning in close to drag his tongue over her, unable to help himself. He steps up close behind her and plunges deep again. The first few strokes are slow, but he can't keep the pace there from this angle. His hands grab at her hips as he starts bucking against her harder, the wet slap of skin meeting skin filling the air around them. ]
Fuck, I'm right there with you. Wanna feel you come for me...Natasha...nnnghh--
[ Her name falls from his lips in a low moan as he starts slamming his hips up against her, giving her all he's got. ]
[Little tiny marks of what they've done to one another litter both their bodies, bits of blood, torn and bruised flesh cover them both equally. Normally Natasha wouldn't take the time, or allow anyone to sully her skin in the manner he has. This time she didn't merely allow it, but sought it out, is smug about it even. She wanted every bite of nail and tooth. Natasha hungered for the spill of blood between them, she wanted the stinging flight of pain as it brought her to life while he turned her body inside out from intensity of the pleasure he brought it.
To feel this sort of high should be something denied considering all the things she'd done in her life, but every now and then Natasha let herself go completely and let sex permeate every single facet of her body, inside and out. It ran deeper if she let it touch her mind as well as her body. It worked her up further, and gave her greater orgasms this way. She let herself feel possessive over the man who held complete control of her. She wasn't letting Jesse go right away when they finished.
It didn't matter if he came to the table for a feast. She was getting more than she bargained for, then so would he. It didn't mean that she'd be some crazy clingy woman,that was so far from who she was-- but tonight; tonight would be a night for sex, and curling up in front of the fireplace with blankets and pillows. Sleeping when they felt like it. Fuck he felt so good inside her and when she finally managed to turn over, tightening her legs together so that he had to work to get back inside, Natasha had to scrape her nails over the wood beneath her to keep the orgasm on hold for a few more seconds.
The power it took not to come immediately made her lip bleed where she held it between her teeth. Eventually it was the sound, the sound of their bodies smacking together fitfully, wet and delicious, sounding out the odd desperation of their building climaxes that rang out her end. Her breathing grew ragged, and then she began to wail, higher and higher until she was screaming his name over and over. It wasn't often that she screamed during an orgasm. In fact, she knew how to keep herself perfectly quiet if she had to-- but not this time. No. This was not something she could keep from doing. He made her scream. He made her entire body clench around his, her toes curled against the floor and her thighs clenched the same as her cunt clenched around his cock. Natasha came, and came, and came until she couldn't breathe any more and then she shivered and came again. It was unending and she didn't know if her body would ever come down. ]
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When he slips his cock along her folds, sliding along the massive amounts of wetness still lingering from his earlier enjoyment, she can't help but moan softly, tossing her hair about, tangling it up against the blue cloth. Then there's his engorged tip, the flat of it damp with his own come against her oversensitive nub. It hits her like a tiny electrified magic wand, forcing her to reach out and grips the edge of the table so she can dig her fingers into something solid least she jump up off the damn surface all together. ]
Jesus fuck, Jesse.
[Finally there's that warm feeling, the one that sends out signals to her brain to release oxytocin, which in return floods her with dopamine as Jesse pushes himself inside her. Natasha moans long and low, tightening her muscles around him. She's fit, and knows how to squeeze him just right as he finds his best rhythm. Her body floods around him again, and she lifts her hips to his every slow thrust. It's everything she imagined it would be. He knows how to use himself, and she matches that exactly, reading him as he does her. Her training is every bit as thorough as his. ]
Mngh. You feel so fucking good inside me. God.
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One hand grips the outside of Natasha's thigh as the other slides between her legs. He grips himself around the base of his cock as he pulls out, spreading her juices with the tip as he goes back to rubbing her clit with the engorged head. He doesn't want to come too quickly, but he's been so turned on for so long that every stroke inside of her is sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his spine.
Once he calms down enough to keep going, he guides his dick back inside of her, sucking in a sharp breath as he slides home easily, her arousal lubricating the way for him. He rolls his hips slowly, taking a step closer so he can't pull back as much, focusing on grinding deep inside of her, trying to aim for that spot that makes her clench around him. ]
Oh fuck, that feels good, nnnh...
[ Jesse groans through an exhale, shuddering as he stills his hips so he can regain control again, feeling his cock twitching impatiently inside of her. He blows out another breath, his lips pursing with the effort of concentration as he focuses simultaneously on working her up and keeping his orgasm at bay. He edges himself regularly, but even with that experience, this feels so much better than his own hands do. ]
You wanna flip over for me? Bend over the table?
[ He asks, even as he's grinding slow and deep into her again, finding it impossible to stop. ]
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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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Jesse's tongue peeks out to press against his lip, dragging over it and then baring his teeth a little, his nose wrinkling up with a grimace of concentration as he hones his focus on the sparks of pleasure arcing through the both of them while the plump and weeping head of his cock rubs slow circles against Natasha's clit. She's right on that edge again. He can feel it even before her back arches up off of the table, tattered blue cloth hanging over the sides of the wood. His body jerks, dick tugging in his grip like it's trying to press up against his stomach when Natasha's nails bite into his shoulders. A low moan leaves him as the burn is heightened as she uses his body as leverage to pull herself up. He hopes when she pulls back, the skin's been broken, little crimson half moons appearing on his skin.
He grunts quietly when he guides himself back inside of her, the warmth so inviting he wants to get lost in it. A prickling heat floods across his skin as he rolls his hips forward. Jesse lets out a broken and ragged moan when Natasha's legs clamp around him, pulling him close. He doesn't fight it, though it makes him bend at the waist, his hands scrambling to press against the table and the remnants of the cloth still struggling to cling to it. That's when he feels it. She starts vibrating around him and Jesse shudders, his mouth falling open and blue eyes threatening to roll up into his skull. ]
Oh, shi-shit. That's- nnnghh how are you even--
[ He stutters through the pleasure, his fingers twitching against the table. He presses close, lifting one hand from the wood to curl around Natasha's back, blunt nails biting at the smooth skin he finds as she bites him hard enough to draw blood. He drags his nails along her flesh. They aren't sharp, but leave behind trails of white that fade pink as they rise, welting as though embossed onto her skin. He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut briefly as he feels his balls starting to draw up toward his body, a warm coil tightening and curling up in his abdomen, fluttering and spreading the heat through his thighs and groin. He's close. Oh fuck is he close. So close that his hips shudder as she pulls off of him and turns over. He has to clamp a hand around his cock, squeezing as he freezes, letting himself come down from that peak--those impossible heights that they keep on reaching.
Jesse slides his hands over the round globes of Natasha's ass, leaning in close to drag his tongue over her, unable to help himself. He steps up close behind her and plunges deep again. The first few strokes are slow, but he can't keep the pace there from this angle. His hands grab at her hips as he starts bucking against her harder, the wet slap of skin meeting skin filling the air around them. ]
Fuck, I'm right there with you. Wanna feel you come for me...Natasha...nnnghh--
[ Her name falls from his lips in a low moan as he starts slamming his hips up against her, giving her all he's got. ]
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To feel this sort of high should be something denied considering all the things she'd done in her life, but every now and then Natasha let herself go completely and let sex permeate every single facet of her body, inside and out. It ran deeper if she let it touch her mind as well as her body. It worked her up further, and gave her greater orgasms this way. She let herself feel possessive over the man who held complete control of her. She wasn't letting Jesse go right away when they finished.
It didn't matter if he came to the table for a feast. She was getting more than she bargained for, then so would he. It didn't mean that she'd be some crazy clingy woman,that was so far from who she was-- but tonight; tonight would be a night for sex, and curling up in front of the fireplace with blankets and pillows. Sleeping when they felt like it. Fuck he felt so good inside her and when she finally managed to turn over, tightening her legs together so that he had to work to get back inside, Natasha had to scrape her nails over the wood beneath her to keep the orgasm on hold for a few more seconds.
The power it took not to come immediately made her lip bleed where she held it between her teeth. Eventually it was the sound, the sound of their bodies smacking together fitfully, wet and delicious, sounding out the odd desperation of their building climaxes that rang out her end. Her breathing grew ragged, and then she began to wail, higher and higher until she was screaming his name over and over. It wasn't often that she screamed during an orgasm. In fact, she knew how to keep herself perfectly quiet if she had to-- but not this time. No. This was not something she could keep from doing. He made her scream. He made her entire body clench around his, her toes curled against the floor and her thighs clenched the same as her cunt clenched around his cock. Natasha came, and came, and came until she couldn't breathe any more and then she shivered and came again. It was unending and she didn't know if her body would ever come down. ]