She let out a soft, Russian curse when he started working her in earnest, and any illusions of helping to keep them afloat slipped away. Hooking her legs around his waist again, Natasha buried her face against his neck, his words causing her skin to prickle. She loved when he talked dirty, putting all these delicious ideas in her head, and she couldn’t help but move with him, move against his hand as he thrust his fingers into her, over and over. When he finished talking, though, she leaned back enough to look at him, her pupils dilated and her breathing short.
“Wait, so you’re throwing an idea like that out there then telling me it’s for another time?” she said, somehow managing to get the words out with only a few pauses and minor noises between. “Maybe you just don’t think you can keep our heads above water. It would be pretty hard” She ground against him again with that word, letting out a moan herself as it pushed his fingers harder against her clit.
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Date: 2014-04-13 10:29 pm (UTC)From:“Wait, so you’re throwing an idea like that out there then telling me it’s for another time?” she said, somehow managing to get the words out with only a few pauses and minor noises between. “Maybe you just don’t think you can keep our heads above water. It would be pretty hard” She ground against him again with that word, letting out a moan herself as it pushed his fingers harder against her clit.