[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: 2023-11-17 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. ]