He could appreciate being compared to art actually. He likes the idea. And likes being pulled along behind her. Mostly, though, he likes the slow way she treats this when they get to the bed. The care and pace she uses. People might assume he would want to go fast. But there are uses to speed, and this is not one of them.
"I guess we are our own manner of artists." She leans in and begins to kiss his bare torso, lipstick marks left fading as it wears from her mouth across his body.
His pants pull down from his legs, as does whatever he wears beneath. Natasha settles on her knees before him and slides her hands up and down his thighs, caressing the power within them. They are used to move him with a quickness very few can fathom. She only has hints because she's been around powered people.
Her mouth kisses and licks along them, moving upward to the junction of his legs. She pauses to bite and suck up a small mark in the fleshy part of his thigh, leaving a testimony of their actions here. The whole while, her thumb rubs along his sac and backwards, stroking his perineum.
sorry for all of the delay. i'm starting to feel better
"Yeah," he agrees as her lips explore his skin. Kisses pressed against his skin, the subtle paint that would be worn off in the next shower. But brushed against his skin with feeling. How could he not think it was artistic?
But god, when her hands are on his legs he trembles. Anticipation and desire are a good way to work his system up even if he wished it wouldn't. Staying in the moment is important, because it would be bad if he got so fast that time fell away and he was accidentally edging himself with her touch.
"Do not worry about marks. I do not mind them."
That's good. We all have stuff that takes us away for a while. Its never a problem. <3
There's a small curl at her lips when he says he doesn't mind the marks. That is good, because she'd left the ones on his thighs on purpose. They were for her to see, and for him to recall her touches by. Unfamiliar with the way he healed-- they might stay, or they might not, but it was good enough for now. They'd be a reminder pressed into the skin and memorized for time to come.
Running her fingers forward, she eventually strokes them up along his cock. It has her gazing at it with a slow lick across her lips. She is hungry for the taste of him, and while she wants to take her time-- there's also a greater part of her that wants to take him and swallow him down in one long motion.
"You're so hard. I can't wait to taste you." Running her finger over the tip of his cock head, Nat pulls back a long string of cum and drags it to her lips. Sucking it off her thumb, she hums over it. "Fuck. Just as I thought." Leaning in she licks around his base and then up the singular vein along the back of his cock, circling along under his tip, playing with him-- moaning the entire time.
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This is a time for care and thoroughness.
"Artists can appreciate art I suppose."
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His pants pull down from his legs, as does whatever he wears beneath. Natasha settles on her knees before him and slides her hands up and down his thighs, caressing the power within them. They are used to move him with a quickness very few can fathom. She only has hints because she's been around powered people.
Her mouth kisses and licks along them, moving upward to the junction of his legs. She pauses to bite and suck up a small mark in the fleshy part of his thigh, leaving a testimony of their actions here. The whole while, her thumb rubs along his sac and backwards, stroking his perineum.
sorry for all of the delay. i'm starting to feel better
But god, when her hands are on his legs he trembles. Anticipation and desire are a good way to work his system up even if he wished it wouldn't. Staying in the moment is important, because it would be bad if he got so fast that time fell away and he was accidentally edging himself with her touch.
"Do not worry about marks. I do not mind them."
That's good. We all have stuff that takes us away for a while. Its never a problem. <3
Running her fingers forward, she eventually strokes them up along his cock. It has her gazing at it with a slow lick across her lips. She is hungry for the taste of him, and while she wants to take her time-- there's also a greater part of her that wants to take him and swallow him down in one long motion.
"You're so hard. I can't wait to taste you." Running her finger over the tip of his cock head, Nat pulls back a long string of cum and drags it to her lips. Sucking it off her thumb, she hums over it. "Fuck. Just as I thought." Leaning in she licks around his base and then up the singular vein along the back of his cock, circling along under his tip, playing with him-- moaning the entire time.