[ 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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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. ]