Natasha grinned at his words and wasted no time in returning her lips to his neck when he laid his head back again, leaving the skin so tantalizingly open.
Her pants were tight, not leaving much room between them and her skin, and as his hand moved lower, his warm fingers were kept pressed firmly against her. By the time he reached his prize she was moaning and pushing against him, her face against his neck.
“Who wouldn’t?” she breathed, pulling the collar of his shirt down so she could get at a spot below his collarbone. Not every mark had to be visible. “You have very talented fingers.”
Lowering her hand, her own fingers slipped under his shirt, sliding slowly up beneath it to tease his nipples again without the material in the way. Pinching one between her thumb and middle finger, she dragged her nail across.
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Date: 2014-01-11 11:44 pm (UTC)From:Her pants were tight, not leaving much room between them and her skin, and as his hand moved lower, his warm fingers were kept pressed firmly against her. By the time he reached his prize she was moaning and pushing against him, her face against his neck.
“Who wouldn’t?” she breathed, pulling the collar of his shirt down so she could get at a spot below his collarbone. Not every mark had to be visible. “You have very talented fingers.”
Lowering her hand, her own fingers slipped under his shirt, sliding slowly up beneath it to tease his nipples again without the material in the way. Pinching one between her thumb and middle finger, she dragged her nail across.