[ Jesse smiles, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck. ]
Oh, really? Here I was thinkin' it was you on the menu for tonight.
[ He steps a little closer, leaving his hoodie on the countertop so he can close the gap between them, his hand reaching out to curve around her waist before pressing to her lower back. A gentle but firm tug presses her up against him and he turns his head to mouth at her neck, working his way up to her ear. ]
We can have a drink first if you want, though. Whet my appetite.
[ The words are spoken softly against the shell of her ear, a well-placed nip at its lobe before he steps away entirely, even if he's tempted to go farther. He wants her to want him as much as he does. Sometimes building the anticipation is worth it. ]
I'm partial to, uh, tequila. But I'll take whatever you got.
[Watching him like a bird of prey after he pulls away, Nat's first thought is This is going to be good. Jesse is far more the man than he seems. Every once in a while Natasha pulls someone from a situation she never would have before and is deeply impressed. She already knows this is going to be one of those situations.
The feeling of his breath across her earlobe, and the heat of his mouth as it tugged firmly at the lobe sent a wave of gooseflesh prickling along her skin. She made no move to show it, but her mouth most certainly curved slyly at the edges. ]
I can provide us with some tequila. It is a most excellent way to start the evening, even get to know one another a little better.
[Moving around the kitchen, Natasha pulls out a bottle of the good stuff, a lime (which she slices), and a shaker of salt. Then she moves to where Jesse has settled himself and presses her entire body against his to lean the short way around him toward the cabinet where the shot glasses are. Her mouth caresses the side of his neck when she moves away, blowing cold air toward it. ]
I think we can take turns enjoying salt from one another, if that's agreeable.
[Pouring two full shots, Natasha moves back to her counter and leans against it with the salt shaker. She holds it out, eyebrow lifted. Her body is his to discover with a lick and a shake of salt. ]
[ A little thrill runs through him at the way she watches him so closely. He pulls back to give her space to get the drinks, but still lingers close by, eyeing her. He wouldn't mind forgoing the drinks and getting right down to business, but sometimes being patient has its perks.
He opens his mouth to shoot back something witty, but the minute Natasha presses every inch of herself up against him, any thoughts he may have had go right out the window. A sigh leaves his lips and his hands grip her hips firmly, letting his fingertips peek ever so slightly beneath the sweater she has on, testing the waters.
A shudder runs through him when her mouth finds the side of his neck, his head tipping easily to one side to give her better access as he lips sweep over his pounding pulse. It's one of his more sensitive spots, and he sucks in a breath as he pushes his hand higher, letting it slide up her aide until his fingers ghost over something lacy that he can't wait to get a better look at.
He almost groans when she pulls away, a dazed look on his face. He's half hard already, heart hammering away in the cage of his chest. But he tries to keep his cool. They have all night, after all. ]
Maybe you should lose the sweater--give me a little more room to work with.
[ He suggests and then because it's only fair, he reaches his arms up to grab the back of his collar so he can pull his t-shirt off over his head. It joins his hoodie on the countertop. He's a little bit on the scrawny side, but his looks are deceiving. He can hold his own. There's a dragon tattooed in black ink on the left side of his chest and, if she happens to get a look at his back, a sugar skull sits between his shoulder blades.
Jesse reaches out to grab the hem of her sweater, working the bulky fabric up her frame and off. ]
Holy shit.
[ Eloquent, as always. The words come out breathily as he drinks in the sight of her. Black lace hugs her curves and he's suddenly struck with the thought of taking off the undoubtedly matching panties with his teeth. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. He takes the salt shaker in his hand, the other caressing the side of her face, his thumb sliding beneath her chin and applying a light, upward pressure to ease her head back, exposing her throat. Jesse ducks down, mouthing at the upper curve of her breast and leaving a sharp nip over her collarbone before he licks a long stripe along her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his tongue.
He pulls back, a little breathless, and then sprinkles some salt where it'll stick before he gets back down to business. Jesse licks and sucks up every last grain, hot breaths puffed against her moistened skin. He's pressed so close that he's certain she can feel how aroused he is. He pulls back, as much as it pains him to do so, and grabs the shot glass, raising it before he knocks back the tequila and swallows. He bites into the lime to chase down the liquor, wiping his lips with the back of his hand afterward. ]
Your turn.
[ Jesse offers her the salt shaker, leaning back against the edge of the counter a little so she can do what she wishes. ]
[A man's worth is rarely measured by the shape of him, besides when Natasha pressed her body up against Jesse, there was enough to tell that he might have been thin, but there was muscle beneath that. Every bit of that thought is proved forward when he pulls his shirt off. If he hadn't mentioned it, the Widow was going to do a slow removal of her own shirt, but she enjoyed the way he touched her, teased her. It added to the growing arousal between them, the heightening sense of need. Her breath came quicker and she could feel her stomach tighten in balls of needy lust that sent shivers straight to her core over and over.
As her lingerie is revealed, she licks her lips at his approval. Yes, that is the exact reaction she wanted. Watching his eyes as they take her in, and the way his pupils contract then widen in desire drags a small purr from her throat. ]
I wore it just for you. First time out of the box. So glad you approve. It allll matches.
[Natasha knows that he wants the rest of it exposed, but the game is fun like this. The play to see how desperate they can make one another. When Jesse moves to press his body to hers, her breathing stops momentarily. It's the perfect contours of his hips, and how they cut a beautiful curve down into his pants. Fuck how she wants to pull them off and see exactly what she's feeling against her body. Not only that, but she wants to lick her way along each side.
For now, she lets her thumb trace one side while her neck falls to the side opposite. There's a slow hiss when he moves his mouth along her chest up to her neck and against her collar. The tiny bite makes her moan. She has always enjoyed the line between pain and pleasure and the way it breaks into sheer ecstasy. That's what happens when one is raised like she was. Pain can be contorted into all things when it's worked just right during sex. ]
Damn. I like this game. I like your mouth.
[Taking the salt from him, she sways the short distance between them, and runs her hand along his chest, circling his nipple with her thumb until she's flicking back and forth over the tiny nub of a nipple. She tugs at it to watch his reaction.
Mirroring his earlier motions, she licks from the top edge of his pectorals up to his collarbone and then pours out some salt. Wrapping her mouth around a spot, she sucks and pulls, using teeth and tongue to pull up a deep dark mark against his skin. Dragging herself away, she chugs the tequila and then sucks on the slice of lime.
Instead of moving away from him, she leans in and offers the tangy flavor of the lime to his lips as it sits on hers. She flicks her tongue against his mouth playfully a few times, pulling her own mouth out of reach a few times before offering a nip to his bottom lip. After that, it's over and she's biting and licking her way into his mouth and rounding his shoulders with her arms and slipping their bodies in even closer contact. ]
[ Mind clouded by the fog of arousal, he almost says that she's perfect instead of just her choice of lingerie. But he manages to bite back those words. ]
You like my mouth, huh? You should see what else it can do.
[ There's an almost devious look on his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of flushed, kiss-swollen lips, bright blue eyes looking more like ocean than sky, darkened by the way his pupils are blown open, dilated as he watches her come closer. Jesse shares Natasha's sentiment about pain--about enjoying walking that line between it and pleasure, but for him it's more about the pain reminding him that he's alive to feel it. Too often, his line of work leaves him feeling numb and broken at the end of a long, monotonous day. Taking turns between going through the motions and struggling to survive. Pain is sometimes the only thing that feels real.
He's nearly trembling by the time he feels her hand run along his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. His breath hitches in his throat when she circles his nipple, and it stiffens beneath her touches. A whimper is pulled from his throat, a deliciously tortured sound, as she tugs at it, his body tensing briefly until he all but melts against her.
Jesse watches Natasha down her shot with eager eyes, waiting for the shot glass to be set aside so he can be as rough as he wants to without the risk of shattering glass interrupting them. He breathes through the harsh suction her mouth inflicts on his skin. He knows it'll leave a mark, and something about him makes his dick twitch beneath his baggy jeans. The thought of her leaving something behind that he might admire later, when he catches sight of it in his bathroom mirror, is enough to pull a moan from his lips.
The sound is muffled by hers as she closes the gap once again, tongue flicking teasingly before what started turns into a more passionate kiss. Jesse reaches up, fingers tangling into her hair, cupping at the back of her head to keep her pulled in. He's often chastised for his mouth. He never knows quite when to keep it shut, but in times like these, it's seen for all it can do, and he puts on a show of it. He can tie a cherry stem into a knot in his mouth, and the skill shows in the way he flattens his tongue against the sensitive roof of her mouth, stroking once towards the front of it before it tangles with hers, a moan swallowed by the pressing of their lips.
Jesse grinds up against Natasha more boldly now. He's hard as a rock and leaking. There's undoubtedly a growing wet spot on the front of his boxer shorts. Black with little cartoon skulls printed across them. But he's still got his dark jeans on, hiding that fact from her. She can absolutely tell how turned on he is, though, the denim tented in the front as he pulls back to gasp in a breath. ]
Get on the table.
[ It's a command more than a suggestion, way too turned on for politeness, voice thick and raspy. ]
[Something about Jesse just trips all the wires in Natasha's body. It's as if a giant on switch is negotiated in the way he moves about her, handles her. It's like he gets things about her that other men don't quite. Maybe it's because they hardly know anything about one another and he's had no time to be intimidated and doesn't feel the need to be gentle, or maybe it's because he knows what it's like to feel numb so often that pain makes him feel alive, much as it does her. Whatever it is, the way he grips at her hair, and jerks her against him makes her moan for him, really moan. There's nothing fake or made up about it.
All of this was spur of the moment, and Natasha is used to one night stands. She's also used to ticking boxes to practice her skills and make sure she's at the top of her game when she has to. She doesn't have to with Jesse. He's already got her juices flowing and when he kisses her back, she loves the play in her mouth. He's not pliant, but a dominant force to contend with. Her tongue fleeces the side of his and then curls and drags along and with, tangling up in ways that show she's no stranger to kissing a man.
Nails bite into his skin as they kiss, and she's already got her fingers digging down the back of his jeans, so that she can grip at his ass. She wants all of that thick, hard, cock pressed up against her. Parting her leg, Natasha allows the warmth from between her legs wrap around one of his until their lips fall apart, leaving her panting ever so slightly. His name a slight moan on release.]
Tell me what to do why don't you.
[She shakes her head, setting her hair free from her shoulders and down her back as she wanders to the table and slowly pulls her pants off, revealing the rest of her lingerie. When she turns and leans against it, it barely moves showing exactly how stable a piece of wood it is. There's a deep blue cloth covering it, because it wouldn't do to stain the wood, otherwise it's bare. Watching Jesse cross to her, she slips a finger in her mouth and then slides it down her body until it disappears in the swath of lace she's wearing.
It's obvious that she's dipped her finger inside herself, and when she brings it out, it's dripping with a think clear wetness. ]
[ Truth be told, Jesse hasn't been in any serious relationships since the death of his ex, and even that had been a whirlwind of a thing--two junkies not even entirely sure if they loved each other or just the company, the drugs, and the mindless indulgence in all of life's pleasures. He misses her or maybe it's just the thought of her. Maybe it's just knowing when you get home there's someone there waiting instead of an empty house, barely even furnished. A reminder of how much of his life is barren. He's grateful that Natasha invited him over. It's one less night spent staring at the walls and blasting music loud enough to drown out his own thoughts.
Of course, this helps, too. Jesse gasps, whimpering again as Natasha's nails bite into his skin, no doubt leaving half-moon impressions behind that he secretly hopes will still be there when he gets home. His hips buck forward as she grips his ass and presses him close. This is going to be fun. He can tell already. She's no pillow princess--she'll tell him what she likes and how, and when he gives it to her so good that she can't even find the words, her body will tell him everything that she can't vocalize.
Jesse just smirks when Natasha teases him for ordering her onto the table. He's sure, given her status, she's used to giving the orders; being in charge. Everybody likes a switch-up once in a while to keep things interesting, himself included. If they ever do this again, she'll learn that he has just as much fun giving orders as he does taking them. His jaw goes slack, eyelids going heavy as he watches her body snake its way out of her pants, revealing the rest of her outfit in all its glory. ]
Oh dear God...
[ The words leave Jesse breathily, mumbled mostly to himself but loudly enough for Natasha to hear--and she should, because he wants her to know how fucking delectable she looks in that black lace number that he knows she put on just for him, even if it ends up in tatters by the time he's through. He'll make it up to her and pay for the damaged goods in cash and in the way she'll think of him when she goes to purchase a replacement. ]
Ladies first.
[ Jesse says, barely able to contain himself as he watches Natasha bring her wet fingers to her mouth. He groans, unable to help but give himself a squeeze, eyes dark and locked on her. The rest of the world could have up and disappeared and he wouldn't have noticed because of how laser-focused he is on her.
It's been evident that he's not the most patient person in the world, so he wastes no time in kicking off his Nike sneakers, shoving them aside as he steps up to the table where Natasha is perched. Fingers encircling her wrist, he gently but firmly withdraws her fingers from her mouth. ]
Besides, I'd rather taste you like this.
[ Jesse slides his hands up her spread thighs as he steps in between them, his lips finding hers again. His tongue explores her mouth eagerly, a ragged moan leaving him as the taste of her floods his mouth. He kisses her hungrily, teeth catching her lower lip as he finally pulls back just enough to pull in a shaky breath, his chest heaving as his lungs expand to replenish his body with the oxygen it's starved for. He nuzzles the side of her face, nudging it to make room so he can mouth at her neck as he catches his breath, his hand finding one of her breasts and kneading it over the form-fitting lace, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric. He pinches it gently, plucking at it as it hardens to a stiff peak, his other hand cupping the other side and pressing gently upwards so he can suck at the flesh that spills over the top of the cup. ]
Lay back.
[ The words are muttered against her skin, but loud enough to hear. He keeps his jeans on for now because he doesn't trust himself not to just fuck the hell out of her when she's all laid out for him looking like that. Jesse cranes his body over hers, nudging his nose against her exposed abdomen as he curls his fingers into the gusset of her panties and the hem around one thigh. ]
I'll replace 'em. Promise.
[ With only those words as notice, and barely enough time to register, he tugs hard, the fabric going taut and creaking before it finally gives way, a ripping sound as he tears the fabric asunder. He needs better access, but he likes the way those thigh-highs look, so this is just how it's going to go. Jesse drops to his knees, pulling Natasha to the edge of the table so her legs drape over his shoulders. The table's the perfect height for this, really, but that's a fleeting thought that together disappears when his mouth meets her flesh.
Jesse's slow at first, teasing with a long stripe up her velvety folds, letting his warm, wet tongue lap long strokes onto her flesh. He spreads her lips gently and then starts to focus on her clit, gathering spit in the front of his mouth before he starts sucking on it, alternating the suction with the flickering of the tip of his tongue. He never quite lets the pleasure reach its peak, always going back to the long, slow licks before he starts working her harder. It might seem like meaningless patterns traced with his tongue, but really he's tracing the letters of his name over her clit. A little secret for himself. Something to think about later, when this is all said and done. ]
[Healthy doses of admiration are always enjoyed, and Natasha is used to them, but the it's the way Jesse whispers out his exclamation over her body that makes her feel more like a goddess than she has in years of being with men. He has a way about him that cuts circuits of electricity straight through her. It's like he's plugged into her nervous system and knows all the right neurotransmitters to fire at exactly the right moments to send her body into overdrive.
Maybe a few moments ago he was a somewhat ordinary, striking man with a nice body, but the longer this stretches on, his attractiveness grows. Natasha truly can't wait to see how drop dead fucking gorgeous he'll be by the end of it all. Smirking with delight, she slowly licks up her finger before sucking it all the way into her mouth, making it disappear all the way to the last knuckle and a little bit beyond that. She had begun to pull it out, but then licked it back in when Jesse came to tug at it. He gave her exactly the right answer. ]
Anytime.
[It was her turn to answer in a soft sultry tone, lips already parting before he captured her mouth with his own. Catching his lip in the kiss, she cuts it on a nip and sucks briefly at the blood, before adding it to the flavors already mingling in the kiss. Add to that a moan, and a ragged gasp yanked from a quick pull of her diaphragm when he teases her breasts, Natasha is feeling rather impatient herself. She crosses her legs behind him and yanks him into her before he has the chance to pull away. Although when the time comes, she releases him on a whine and a sigh.]
Wha--
[The word dies on a sharp noise, a breathless yelp that ceases drops to his knees. Perhaps she should care more about her expensive lingerie, but with the way Jesse knows how to use his mouth, Natasha can't seem to mind. She arches her back against the table and the cloth bunches up under back and slides along the wood. One fist flies down to his hair and the other finds itself caught up in her own, pulling it up and back with a long high pitch whine when the heat of his mouth finds the length of her folds.
Fuck, he's good. She breathes out his name, and moans again. Breath coming in more rapid paces, pulling and expanding the cavity they're bound in, Natasha isn't sure if she loves or hates his technique. The constant giving her clit attention and then pulling it away, has her alternating between loud long moans, little baited breaths, and bright, dirty curses. She can tell that he knows how to work a clit. Long ago, she learned lessons on how to trace the letters of an alphabet to get a woman to come. She doesn't work much with them, but she knows how to-- and fuck so does he. She may not know it's his name, but she knows that he's doing everything exactly right to bring her to that very edge and keep her there. ]
Fuck you. Jesse.. Jesus fucking christ. I am almost there.. god. oh. god. please. please.
[There's no sign that he's going to let up, or if he's going to overstimulate her into her own private hell. She knows that in the end she's going to love it either way, but right now it's this never ending roller coaster of up and up, the tightness in her stomach never ceasing as she waits for the rush of the drop to come, but she never quite reaches that delicious pinnacle. Her fingers tighten in his hair, just as her toes curl and dig into his back the closer she gets. Hips jut out and lift, and she pushes at his mouth, determined to come, and just as she gets right there, he drops his tongue and she has to breathe it out once more, lungs on fire and body twisted, begging to be allowed to let go.]
[ Jesse grunts as Natasha kisses him, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He quivers, the sharp sting soothed by the wet warmth as she draws his lip between hers and sucks on it. Briefly, he's putty in her hands, free for her to mold to her liking. If she had told him to leap off a bridge in that moment, he wouldn't even think before casting himself over the edge. He regains control, though, as he tears the lacy fabric of her panties and exposes her. He's salivating before his mouth can even latch on.
He starts off slow, getting her acclimated to his touch until her body language tells him she wants more. The way her back arches off the table and his name falls from her lips makes his dick throb. He's so hard it's painful, cock pressing insistently against the front of his boxers and jeans, confined by the unforgiving fabric. He tries to ignore the constant throbbing between his legs, shifting his weight on his knees a little bit as he mouths at her clit again, sucking the nub of it, feeling how its become stiffened with the arousal he's coaxing with every sweep of his velvet tongue and every press of his soft lips.
Jesse groans with his lips wrapped gently around her hot flesh, feeling her juices drip down his chin in spite of his efforts to lap up every last rivulet. The sound he makes causes a gentle vibration against her clit, but as much as he has to force himself, he pulls his mouth off of her with a gentle, wet sound just as her moans reach a fever pitch, her pleading words music to his ears. The sharp tug on his hair sends a shiver down his spine and the warmth spreads low in his abdomen, his cock twitching and leaking another torrent of precum against his boxers. They're wrecked. He'll probably have to go commando on his way home.
Yes, this is right where he wants her. Right at the edge, extending her pleasure so she can ride that peak higher and higher until it feels like she'll break her own back with how sharply it arches. He blows a cool stream of air against Natasha's clit, a stark contrast from the heat of his mouth, hands rubbing long and slow along her strong and slender thighs. He swallows thickly, intoxicated by her scent and tantalized by her taste. His vibrant blue eyes flick up to watch the rapture envelop her. He wets the pad of his finger with her juices and then rubs slow circles against her exposed clit. It's enough stimulation to bring her pleasure, but slow enough to keep it building without an end in sight. He licks over his lips, moaning as her taste fills his mouth once more. His voice is low and raspy with lust as he finally speaks. ]
You look so fucking hot right on the edge like that. Jesus, Natasha. I wanna make you come so bad. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Or maybe I should make you wait for my dick.
[Every once in a while, Natasha would choose not to get involved with a man, because she knew that he would be good, extremely good and that there might be a little something about him that matched the darkness within her, that danced around with the demons that plagued her a little too well. If she'd known Jesse was one of those men, she might never have agreed to this. His dance was born in the depths of her hell, and boy did his devil scatter raindrops as he tapped his way down the bourbon st. of her body.
It was like he somehow knew every single little thread to pull, how to turn her into the perfect willing marionette. She was pliant and sang like an uncaged thing for him whenever he twisted his know how into being. The vibrations against her clit drove her mad, and if she didn't think about it, Natasha might have actually pulled out strands of her own hair. Instead she drove down hard with her toes, and pushed into Jesse's back, bruising the skin as she gripped at it.
Maybe things would have been the same would their roles have been reversed, one day they might. If they did this again. Natasha already knew that she wanted to do this to him, to make him beg her all the same. She wanted to taste him as he dripped and drizzled down the side of his cock, just like he was doing now. Quivering with every stroke of his hands, Natasha thought she might have a short break and began to pant, short, quick breaths before his thumb began to rub at her again. She was there, and there was no stopping her. His question didn't matter, because as long as he was rubbing her like that, Natasha was being stimulated. ]
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm going to come now. I don't care how you do it. I'll come again with your cock, but keep rubbing, or use your mouth.. but-- fuc--..
[Her words turned into high pitched keens, that became hungry moans of his name, and she came loud and long, her entire body writhing, hips bucking. If he was back down with his mouth, he'd have to suck on her clit long and hard, holding her down bodily to keep her still. The orgasm that ripped through her was more intense than any she'd had in as long as she could remember, and lasted. Holy fuck did it last. It was like three or four orgasms blended into one. It tightened all her muscles and kept them locked in its clutches for minutes as pleasure poured through her with such incredible intensity that she ripped at the table cloth, pulling the fabric and tearing it from the center out. Dropping back, she finally settled and laid there panting, unable to speak or move. All she could do was breathe, and breathe heavily.]
[ 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. ]
[She says by way of the table cloth, voice raw and deeper than it had been mere seconds previously. The scream that he'd torn from her vocal chords would have horrified any professional singer, the strain on the larynx enough to render anyone hoarse for the span of a few good days. This little tryst would be remembered for more than hours it took them both to recover from it when they decided they were done.
Two elbows press up her head so that she can look down at the man who has given her one of the more stunning orgasms in her life. ]
Fuck, you're really good at that. I'm glad we connected. I'm more than ready for you, I'd say.
[Before he's even allowed to begin to disrobe further, Natasha sits up and yanks his mouth against hers. She wants to taste the deep musk of her body on his lips. She wants to feel the pounding of his heart against her breasts. She knows that he's got to be heavy and aching, and while she wants to have him long and hard in her mouth, she'll wait. It's the kiss that can't, the connection. It's a settling of a probable puzzle piece locking into a place that fits the time and situation. They fit and match. It doesn't matter if they want to, one is kindling to the other's fire and Natasha only wants more.
Watching him disrobe, she grins widely at his eagerness, enjoying the way his cock jumps out at her, pointing to exactly what it wants. ]
Looks like someone knows what he wants.
[There's a mild shrug at the mention of the condom. The gift they gave her when she graduated from the red room was a hysterectomy. There's no way she could get pregnant, and Tony's got her on a set of wonder drugs that's supposed to keep her from getting any sort of virus. Her biggest fear is Hep B, but she's taken the vaccination. Looking into those bright blue eyes, a part of her wants to run through the barbed wire fence and be dangerous. It's not like she doesn't every day. ]
We could run the risk of disease. I'm clean, checked and all that and don't have the parts to make a baby. Up to you. I love skin on skin. I want to feel you, if you want to know the truth. I want to feel every bit of skin I can while you fuck me.
[Maybe she'd change her mind if she knew what he did, maybe she wouldn't. He knows that she's slept around, she obviously knows that he has, and yet all she can do is reach for him and open her legs. Her body calling like a port in a storm. ]
Fuck me Jesse. Please, for god's sake, just fuck me.
[ Jesse purrs. He's cocky, but not in an obnoxious, holier-than-thou kind of way. He knows he's good at what he does, but it took a lot of practice and attention to detail to get there. It helps that he's good at reading people, which is one of his more natural-born skills. He gasps softly when Natasha sits up and pulls him close suddenly, muscles going soft and pliable as her lips find his for another kiss, her taste mingling between their lips and tongues. His mouth and chin are wet and slick and his lips slide against hers easily as he curls his tongue into her mouth slowly, hands sliding along her thighs. He's breathing hard again when he finally pulls back to undress, eyes flicking up to watch her face as she looks him over. ]
Oh, I've been wantin' it since I walked in the door. But I can be patient. Sometimes.
[ It's worth the wait, anyway. He knows it will be if what's happened between them so far is any clue as to how the rest of the night will go. Jesse considers Natasha's words before he throws caution to the wind and tosses the condom on top of his heap of clothing. ]
If you wanna feel all of me, then fuck it--why not? I'm clean. I, uh, make it a habit to get tested regularly and I usually use condoms, so...
[ The words trail off as he gets lost looking at her laying there like that--body still flushed from the orgasm that had just rocked her. He steps close as she reaches for him, standing between her parted legs. He guides her legs up onto his shoulders and grips his cock at the base, pressing forward as he guides it to rub the head of his cock over her folds, spreading the wetness he finds. He rubs it against her clit with a shuddering groan. When he can't wait any longer, he presses up against her entrance and pushes his hips foward slowly, gaze aimed downwards so he can watch as he sinks every inch into her. ]
Fuuuuuck...unh
[ He stills momentarily, licking over his lips before he lets out a shaky breath. He lets himself adjust to the tight warmth around him before he pulls back, his hands sliding down the outsides of her thighs as her legs rest on his shoulders. He sinks forward again, finding a slow rhythm. He wants to pound the shit out of her, but he knows he'll come too quick if he rushes it, so he starts off slow. ]
[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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Date: 2023-10-23 09:44 pm (UTC)Oh, really? Here I was thinkin' it was you on the menu for tonight.
[ He steps a little closer, leaving his hoodie on the countertop so he can close the gap between them, his hand reaching out to curve around her waist before pressing to her lower back. A gentle but firm tug presses her up against him and he turns his head to mouth at her neck, working his way up to her ear. ]
We can have a drink first if you want, though. Whet my appetite.
[ The words are spoken softly against the shell of her ear, a well-placed nip at its lobe before he steps away entirely, even if he's tempted to go farther. He wants her to want him as much as he does. Sometimes building the anticipation is worth it. ]
I'm partial to, uh, tequila. But I'll take whatever you got.
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Date: 2023-10-24 02:57 pm (UTC)The feeling of his breath across her earlobe, and the heat of his mouth as it tugged firmly at the lobe sent a wave of gooseflesh prickling along her skin. She made no move to show it, but her mouth most certainly curved slyly at the edges. ]
I can provide us with some tequila. It is a most excellent way to start the evening, even get to know one another a little better.
[Moving around the kitchen, Natasha pulls out a bottle of the good stuff, a lime (which she slices), and a shaker of salt. Then she moves to where Jesse has settled himself and presses her entire body against his to lean the short way around him toward the cabinet where the shot glasses are. Her mouth caresses the side of his neck when she moves away, blowing cold air toward it. ]
I think we can take turns enjoying salt from one another, if that's agreeable.
[Pouring two full shots, Natasha moves back to her counter and leans against it with the salt shaker. She holds it out, eyebrow lifted. Her body is his to discover with a lick and a shake of salt. ]
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Date: 2023-10-24 03:41 pm (UTC)He opens his mouth to shoot back something witty, but the minute Natasha presses every inch of herself up against him, any thoughts he may have had go right out the window. A sigh leaves his lips and his hands grip her hips firmly, letting his fingertips peek ever so slightly beneath the sweater she has on, testing the waters.
A shudder runs through him when her mouth finds the side of his neck, his head tipping easily to one side to give her better access as he lips sweep over his pounding pulse. It's one of his more sensitive spots, and he sucks in a breath as he pushes his hand higher, letting it slide up her aide until his fingers ghost over something lacy that he can't wait to get a better look at.
He almost groans when she pulls away, a dazed look on his face. He's half hard already, heart hammering away in the cage of his chest. But he tries to keep his cool. They have all night, after all. ]
Maybe you should lose the sweater--give me a little more room to work with.
[ He suggests and then because it's only fair, he reaches his arms up to grab the back of his collar so he can pull his t-shirt off over his head. It joins his hoodie on the countertop. He's a little bit on the scrawny side, but his looks are deceiving. He can hold his own. There's a dragon tattooed in black ink on the left side of his chest and, if she happens to get a look at his back, a sugar skull sits between his shoulder blades.
Jesse reaches out to grab the hem of her sweater, working the bulky fabric up her frame and off. ]
Holy shit.
[ Eloquent, as always. The words come out breathily as he drinks in the sight of her. Black lace hugs her curves and he's suddenly struck with the thought of taking off the undoubtedly matching panties with his teeth. But lets not get ahead of ourselves here. He takes the salt shaker in his hand, the other caressing the side of her face, his thumb sliding beneath her chin and applying a light, upward pressure to ease her head back, exposing her throat. Jesse ducks down, mouthing at the upper curve of her breast and leaving a sharp nip over her collarbone before he licks a long stripe along her neck, feeling her pulse beneath his tongue.
He pulls back, a little breathless, and then sprinkles some salt where it'll stick before he gets back down to business. Jesse licks and sucks up every last grain, hot breaths puffed against her moistened skin. He's pressed so close that he's certain she can feel how aroused he is. He pulls back, as much as it pains him to do so, and grabs the shot glass, raising it before he knocks back the tequila and swallows. He bites into the lime to chase down the liquor, wiping his lips with the back of his hand afterward. ]
Your turn.
[ Jesse offers her the salt shaker, leaning back against the edge of the counter a little so she can do what she wishes. ]
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Date: 2023-10-24 08:58 pm (UTC)As her lingerie is revealed, she licks her lips at his approval. Yes, that is the exact reaction she wanted. Watching his eyes as they take her in, and the way his pupils contract then widen in desire drags a small purr from her throat. ]
I wore it just for you. First time out of the box. So glad you approve. It allll matches.
[Natasha knows that he wants the rest of it exposed, but the game is fun like this. The play to see how desperate they can make one another. When Jesse moves to press his body to hers, her breathing stops momentarily. It's the perfect contours of his hips, and how they cut a beautiful curve down into his pants. Fuck how she wants to pull them off and see exactly what she's feeling against her body. Not only that, but she wants to lick her way along each side.
For now, she lets her thumb trace one side while her neck falls to the side opposite. There's a slow hiss when he moves his mouth along her chest up to her neck and against her collar. The tiny bite makes her moan. She has always enjoyed the line between pain and pleasure and the way it breaks into sheer ecstasy. That's what happens when one is raised like she was. Pain can be contorted into all things when it's worked just right during sex. ]
Damn. I like this game. I like your mouth.
[Taking the salt from him, she sways the short distance between them, and runs her hand along his chest, circling his nipple with her thumb until she's flicking back and forth over the tiny nub of a nipple. She tugs at it to watch his reaction.
Mirroring his earlier motions, she licks from the top edge of his pectorals up to his collarbone and then pours out some salt. Wrapping her mouth around a spot, she sucks and pulls, using teeth and tongue to pull up a deep dark mark against his skin. Dragging herself away, she chugs the tequila and then sucks on the slice of lime.
Instead of moving away from him, she leans in and offers the tangy flavor of the lime to his lips as it sits on hers. She flicks her tongue against his mouth playfully a few times, pulling her own mouth out of reach a few times before offering a nip to his bottom lip. After that, it's over and she's biting and licking her way into his mouth and rounding his shoulders with her arms and slipping their bodies in even closer contact. ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 01:41 am (UTC)[ Mind clouded by the fog of arousal, he almost says that she's perfect instead of just her choice of lingerie. But he manages to bite back those words. ]
You like my mouth, huh? You should see what else it can do.
[ There's an almost devious look on his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of flushed, kiss-swollen lips, bright blue eyes looking more like ocean than sky, darkened by the way his pupils are blown open, dilated as he watches her come closer. Jesse shares Natasha's sentiment about pain--about enjoying walking that line between it and pleasure, but for him it's more about the pain reminding him that he's alive to feel it. Too often, his line of work leaves him feeling numb and broken at the end of a long, monotonous day. Taking turns between going through the motions and struggling to survive. Pain is sometimes the only thing that feels real.
He's nearly trembling by the time he feels her hand run along his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. His breath hitches in his throat when she circles his nipple, and it stiffens beneath her touches. A whimper is pulled from his throat, a deliciously tortured sound, as she tugs at it, his body tensing briefly until he all but melts against her.
Jesse watches Natasha down her shot with eager eyes, waiting for the shot glass to be set aside so he can be as rough as he wants to without the risk of shattering glass interrupting them. He breathes through the harsh suction her mouth inflicts on his skin. He knows it'll leave a mark, and something about him makes his dick twitch beneath his baggy jeans. The thought of her leaving something behind that he might admire later, when he catches sight of it in his bathroom mirror, is enough to pull a moan from his lips.
The sound is muffled by hers as she closes the gap once again, tongue flicking teasingly before what started turns into a more passionate kiss. Jesse reaches up, fingers tangling into her hair, cupping at the back of her head to keep her pulled in. He's often chastised for his mouth. He never knows quite when to keep it shut, but in times like these, it's seen for all it can do, and he puts on a show of it. He can tie a cherry stem into a knot in his mouth, and the skill shows in the way he flattens his tongue against the sensitive roof of her mouth, stroking once towards the front of it before it tangles with hers, a moan swallowed by the pressing of their lips.
Jesse grinds up against Natasha more boldly now. He's hard as a rock and leaking. There's undoubtedly a growing wet spot on the front of his boxer shorts. Black with little cartoon skulls printed across them. But he's still got his dark jeans on, hiding that fact from her. She can absolutely tell how turned on he is, though, the denim tented in the front as he pulls back to gasp in a breath. ]
Get on the table.
[ It's a command more than a suggestion, way too turned on for politeness, voice thick and raspy. ]
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Date: 2023-10-25 05:43 pm (UTC)All of this was spur of the moment, and Natasha is used to one night stands. She's also used to ticking boxes to practice her skills and make sure she's at the top of her game when she has to. She doesn't have to with Jesse. He's already got her juices flowing and when he kisses her back, she loves the play in her mouth. He's not pliant, but a dominant force to contend with. Her tongue fleeces the side of his and then curls and drags along and with, tangling up in ways that show she's no stranger to kissing a man.
Nails bite into his skin as they kiss, and she's already got her fingers digging down the back of his jeans, so that she can grip at his ass. She wants all of that thick, hard, cock pressed up against her. Parting her leg, Natasha allows the warmth from between her legs wrap around one of his until their lips fall apart, leaving her panting ever so slightly. His name a slight moan on release.]
Tell me what to do why don't you.
[She shakes her head, setting her hair free from her shoulders and down her back as she wanders to the table and slowly pulls her pants off, revealing the rest of her lingerie. When she turns and leans against it, it barely moves showing exactly how stable a piece of wood it is. There's a deep blue cloth covering it, because it wouldn't do to stain the wood, otherwise it's bare. Watching Jesse cross to her, she slips a finger in her mouth and then slides it down her body until it disappears in the swath of lace she's wearing.
It's obvious that she's dipped her finger inside herself, and when she brings it out, it's dripping with a think clear wetness. ]
Taste? Or should I?
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Date: 2023-10-25 07:28 pm (UTC)Of course, this helps, too. Jesse gasps, whimpering again as Natasha's nails bite into his skin, no doubt leaving half-moon impressions behind that he secretly hopes will still be there when he gets home. His hips buck forward as she grips his ass and presses him close. This is going to be fun. He can tell already. She's no pillow princess--she'll tell him what she likes and how, and when he gives it to her so good that she can't even find the words, her body will tell him everything that she can't vocalize.
Jesse just smirks when Natasha teases him for ordering her onto the table. He's sure, given her status, she's used to giving the orders; being in charge. Everybody likes a switch-up once in a while to keep things interesting, himself included. If they ever do this again, she'll learn that he has just as much fun giving orders as he does taking them. His jaw goes slack, eyelids going heavy as he watches her body snake its way out of her pants, revealing the rest of her outfit in all its glory. ]
Oh dear God...
[ The words leave Jesse breathily, mumbled mostly to himself but loudly enough for Natasha to hear--and she should, because he wants her to know how fucking delectable she looks in that black lace number that he knows she put on just for him, even if it ends up in tatters by the time he's through. He'll make it up to her and pay for the damaged goods in cash and in the way she'll think of him when she goes to purchase a replacement. ]
Ladies first.
[ Jesse says, barely able to contain himself as he watches Natasha bring her wet fingers to her mouth. He groans, unable to help but give himself a squeeze, eyes dark and locked on her. The rest of the world could have up and disappeared and he wouldn't have noticed because of how laser-focused he is on her.
It's been evident that he's not the most patient person in the world, so he wastes no time in kicking off his Nike sneakers, shoving them aside as he steps up to the table where Natasha is perched. Fingers encircling her wrist, he gently but firmly withdraws her fingers from her mouth. ]
Besides, I'd rather taste you like this.
[ Jesse slides his hands up her spread thighs as he steps in between them, his lips finding hers again. His tongue explores her mouth eagerly, a ragged moan leaving him as the taste of her floods his mouth. He kisses her hungrily, teeth catching her lower lip as he finally pulls back just enough to pull in a shaky breath, his chest heaving as his lungs expand to replenish his body with the oxygen it's starved for. He nuzzles the side of her face, nudging it to make room so he can mouth at her neck as he catches his breath, his hand finding one of her breasts and kneading it over the form-fitting lace, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric. He pinches it gently, plucking at it as it hardens to a stiff peak, his other hand cupping the other side and pressing gently upwards so he can suck at the flesh that spills over the top of the cup. ]
Lay back.
[ The words are muttered against her skin, but loud enough to hear. He keeps his jeans on for now because he doesn't trust himself not to just fuck the hell out of her when she's all laid out for him looking like that. Jesse cranes his body over hers, nudging his nose against her exposed abdomen as he curls his fingers into the gusset of her panties and the hem around one thigh. ]
I'll replace 'em. Promise.
[ With only those words as notice, and barely enough time to register, he tugs hard, the fabric going taut and creaking before it finally gives way, a ripping sound as he tears the fabric asunder. He needs better access, but he likes the way those thigh-highs look, so this is just how it's going to go. Jesse drops to his knees, pulling Natasha to the edge of the table so her legs drape over his shoulders. The table's the perfect height for this, really, but that's a fleeting thought that together disappears when his mouth meets her flesh.
Jesse's slow at first, teasing with a long stripe up her velvety folds, letting his warm, wet tongue lap long strokes onto her flesh. He spreads her lips gently and then starts to focus on her clit, gathering spit in the front of his mouth before he starts sucking on it, alternating the suction with the flickering of the tip of his tongue. He never quite lets the pleasure reach its peak, always going back to the long, slow licks before he starts working her harder. It might seem like meaningless patterns traced with his tongue, but really he's tracing the letters of his name over her clit. A little secret for himself. Something to think about later, when this is all said and done. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 09:56 pm (UTC)Maybe a few moments ago he was a somewhat ordinary, striking man with a nice body, but the longer this stretches on, his attractiveness grows. Natasha truly can't wait to see how drop dead fucking gorgeous he'll be by the end of it all. Smirking with delight, she slowly licks up her finger before sucking it all the way into her mouth, making it disappear all the way to the last knuckle and a little bit beyond that. She had begun to pull it out, but then licked it back in when Jesse came to tug at it. He gave her exactly the right answer. ]
Anytime.
[It was her turn to answer in a soft sultry tone, lips already parting before he captured her mouth with his own. Catching his lip in the kiss, she cuts it on a nip and sucks briefly at the blood, before adding it to the flavors already mingling in the kiss. Add to that a moan, and a ragged gasp yanked from a quick pull of her diaphragm when he teases her breasts, Natasha is feeling rather impatient herself. She crosses her legs behind him and yanks him into her before he has the chance to pull away. Although when the time comes, she releases him on a whine and a sigh.]
Wha--
[The word dies on a sharp noise, a breathless yelp that ceases drops to his knees. Perhaps she should care more about her expensive lingerie, but with the way Jesse knows how to use his mouth, Natasha can't seem to mind. She arches her back against the table and the cloth bunches up under back and slides along the wood. One fist flies down to his hair and the other finds itself caught up in her own, pulling it up and back with a long high pitch whine when the heat of his mouth finds the length of her folds.
Fuck, he's good. She breathes out his name, and moans again. Breath coming in more rapid paces, pulling and expanding the cavity they're bound in, Natasha isn't sure if she loves or hates his technique. The constant giving her clit attention and then pulling it away, has her alternating between loud long moans, little baited breaths, and bright, dirty curses. She can tell that he knows how to work a clit. Long ago, she learned lessons on how to trace the letters of an alphabet to get a woman to come. She doesn't work much with them, but she knows how to-- and fuck so does he. She may not know it's his name, but she knows that he's doing everything exactly right to bring her to that very edge and keep her there. ]
Fuck you. Jesse.. Jesus fucking christ. I am almost there.. god. oh. god. please. please.
[There's no sign that he's going to let up, or if he's going to overstimulate her into her own private hell. She knows that in the end she's going to love it either way, but right now it's this never ending roller coaster of up and up, the tightness in her stomach never ceasing as she waits for the rush of the drop to come, but she never quite reaches that delicious pinnacle. Her fingers tighten in his hair, just as her toes curl and dig into his back the closer she gets. Hips jut out and lift, and she pushes at his mouth, determined to come, and just as she gets right there, he drops his tongue and she has to breathe it out once more, lungs on fire and body twisted, begging to be allowed to let go.]
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Date: 2023-10-27 05:00 am (UTC)He starts off slow, getting her acclimated to his touch until her body language tells him she wants more. The way her back arches off the table and his name falls from her lips makes his dick throb. He's so hard it's painful, cock pressing insistently against the front of his boxers and jeans, confined by the unforgiving fabric. He tries to ignore the constant throbbing between his legs, shifting his weight on his knees a little bit as he mouths at her clit again, sucking the nub of it, feeling how its become stiffened with the arousal he's coaxing with every sweep of his velvet tongue and every press of his soft lips.
Jesse groans with his lips wrapped gently around her hot flesh, feeling her juices drip down his chin in spite of his efforts to lap up every last rivulet. The sound he makes causes a gentle vibration against her clit, but as much as he has to force himself, he pulls his mouth off of her with a gentle, wet sound just as her moans reach a fever pitch, her pleading words music to his ears. The sharp tug on his hair sends a shiver down his spine and the warmth spreads low in his abdomen, his cock twitching and leaking another torrent of precum against his boxers. They're wrecked. He'll probably have to go commando on his way home.
Yes, this is right where he wants her. Right at the edge, extending her pleasure so she can ride that peak higher and higher until it feels like she'll break her own back with how sharply it arches. He blows a cool stream of air against Natasha's clit, a stark contrast from the heat of his mouth, hands rubbing long and slow along her strong and slender thighs. He swallows thickly, intoxicated by her scent and tantalized by her taste. His vibrant blue eyes flick up to watch the rapture envelop her. He wets the pad of his finger with her juices and then rubs slow circles against her exposed clit. It's enough stimulation to bring her pleasure, but slow enough to keep it building without an end in sight. He licks over his lips, moaning as her taste fills his mouth once more. His voice is low and raspy with lust as he finally speaks. ]
You look so fucking hot right on the edge like that. Jesus, Natasha. I wanna make you come so bad. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Or maybe I should make you wait for my dick.
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Date: 2023-10-28 05:08 pm (UTC)It was like he somehow knew every single little thread to pull, how to turn her into the perfect willing marionette. She was pliant and sang like an uncaged thing for him whenever he twisted his know how into being. The vibrations against her clit drove her mad, and if she didn't think about it, Natasha might have actually pulled out strands of her own hair. Instead she drove down hard with her toes, and pushed into Jesse's back, bruising the skin as she gripped at it.
Maybe things would have been the same would their roles have been reversed, one day they might. If they did this again. Natasha already knew that she wanted to do this to him, to make him beg her all the same. She wanted to taste him as he dripped and drizzled down the side of his cock, just like he was doing now. Quivering with every stroke of his hands, Natasha thought she might have a short break and began to pant, short, quick breaths before his thumb began to rub at her again. She was there, and there was no stopping her. His question didn't matter, because as long as he was rubbing her like that, Natasha was being stimulated. ]
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm going to come now. I don't care how you do it. I'll come again with your cock, but keep rubbing, or use your mouth.. but-- fuc--..
[Her words turned into high pitched keens, that became hungry moans of his name, and she came loud and long, her entire body writhing, hips bucking. If he was back down with his mouth, he'd have to suck on her clit long and hard, holding her down bodily to keep her still. The orgasm that ripped through her was more intense than any she'd had in as long as she could remember, and lasted. Holy fuck did it last. It was like three or four orgasms blended into one. It tightened all her muscles and kept them locked in its clutches for minutes as pleasure poured through her with such incredible intensity that she ripped at the table cloth, pulling the fabric and tearing it from the center out. Dropping back, she finally settled and laid there panting, unable to speak or move. All she could do was breathe, and breathe heavily.]
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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. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 06:17 pm (UTC)[She says by way of the table cloth, voice raw and deeper than it had been mere seconds previously. The scream that he'd torn from her vocal chords would have horrified any professional singer, the strain on the larynx enough to render anyone hoarse for the span of a few good days. This little tryst would be remembered for more than hours it took them both to recover from it when they decided they were done.
Two elbows press up her head so that she can look down at the man who has given her one of the more stunning orgasms in her life. ]
Fuck, you're really good at that. I'm glad we connected. I'm more than ready for you, I'd say.
[Before he's even allowed to begin to disrobe further, Natasha sits up and yanks his mouth against hers. She wants to taste the deep musk of her body on his lips. She wants to feel the pounding of his heart against her breasts. She knows that he's got to be heavy and aching, and while she wants to have him long and hard in her mouth, she'll wait. It's the kiss that can't, the connection. It's a settling of a probable puzzle piece locking into a place that fits the time and situation. They fit and match. It doesn't matter if they want to, one is kindling to the other's fire and Natasha only wants more.
Watching him disrobe, she grins widely at his eagerness, enjoying the way his cock jumps out at her, pointing to exactly what it wants. ]
Looks like someone knows what he wants.
[There's a mild shrug at the mention of the condom. The gift they gave her when she graduated from the red room was a hysterectomy. There's no way she could get pregnant, and Tony's got her on a set of wonder drugs that's supposed to keep her from getting any sort of virus. Her biggest fear is Hep B, but she's taken the vaccination. Looking into those bright blue eyes, a part of her wants to run through the barbed wire fence and be dangerous. It's not like she doesn't every day. ]
We could run the risk of disease. I'm clean, checked and all that and don't have the parts to make a baby. Up to you. I love skin on skin. I want to feel you, if you want to know the truth. I want to feel every bit of skin I can while you fuck me.
[Maybe she'd change her mind if she knew what he did, maybe she wouldn't. He knows that she's slept around, she obviously knows that he has, and yet all she can do is reach for him and open her legs. Her body calling like a port in a storm. ]
Fuck me Jesse. Please, for god's sake, just fuck me.
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Date: 2023-11-01 08:22 pm (UTC)[ Jesse purrs. He's cocky, but not in an obnoxious, holier-than-thou kind of way. He knows he's good at what he does, but it took a lot of practice and attention to detail to get there. It helps that he's good at reading people, which is one of his more natural-born skills. He gasps softly when Natasha sits up and pulls him close suddenly, muscles going soft and pliable as her lips find his for another kiss, her taste mingling between their lips and tongues. His mouth and chin are wet and slick and his lips slide against hers easily as he curls his tongue into her mouth slowly, hands sliding along her thighs. He's breathing hard again when he finally pulls back to undress, eyes flicking up to watch her face as she looks him over. ]
Oh, I've been wantin' it since I walked in the door. But I can be patient. Sometimes.
[ It's worth the wait, anyway. He knows it will be if what's happened between them so far is any clue as to how the rest of the night will go. Jesse considers Natasha's words before he throws caution to the wind and tosses the condom on top of his heap of clothing. ]
If you wanna feel all of me, then fuck it--why not? I'm clean. I, uh, make it a habit to get tested regularly and I usually use condoms, so...
[ The words trail off as he gets lost looking at her laying there like that--body still flushed from the orgasm that had just rocked her. He steps close as she reaches for him, standing between her parted legs. He guides her legs up onto his shoulders and grips his cock at the base, pressing forward as he guides it to rub the head of his cock over her folds, spreading the wetness he finds. He rubs it against her clit with a shuddering groan. When he can't wait any longer, he presses up against her entrance and pushes his hips foward slowly, gaze aimed downwards so he can watch as he sinks every inch into her. ]
Fuuuuuck...unh
[ He stills momentarily, licking over his lips before he lets out a shaky breath. He lets himself adjust to the tight warmth around him before he pulls back, his hands sliding down the outsides of her thighs as her legs rest on his shoulders. He sinks forward again, finding a slow rhythm. He wants to pound the shit out of her, but he knows he'll come too quick if he rushes it, so he starts off slow. ]
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Date: 2023-11-03 04:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-11-09 09:46 pm (UTC)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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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.
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Date: 2023-11-15 11:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-11-17 10:24 pm (UTC)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. ]