Natasha chuckled low in her throat, her other hand gently massaging his upper thigh. “Hopefully not any day soon. I am far from done with you,” she said, and when she looked up at him again if he looked close enough there was something more tender in her gaze than had been there before. She didn’t let it distract her, though, and as soon as he moved his hand from beneath hers she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, applying just a slight pressure.
Between the light tug at her hair and the near strangled plea she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock, her tongue circling him. She didn’t want to torture him, didn’t want to make him wait, not when he was so ready, not after what he had done for her downstairs.
Slowly she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, at the same time stroking her hand up to meet her lips.
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Date: 2013-09-02 09:43 pm (UTC)From:Between the light tug at her hair and the near strangled plea she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock, her tongue circling him. She didn’t want to torture him, didn’t want to make him wait, not when he was so ready, not after what he had done for her downstairs.
Slowly she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, at the same time stroking her hand up to meet her lips.