That predatory look on Natasha's face in combination with that innocent, soothing tone in her voice, went right to his groin and left him even harder, aching for touch. She could draw this out for hours, as he very well knew, keeping him just on the brink of too much and too little stimulation at once. Part of him wished she would, though she probably would have needed restraints then to keep him on the mattress- not that he would have objected...
The other part was too hot for her for much more waiting. There were nights of blissful torture and then there were these nights where they just liked to take care of each other. Both was glorious, but when she put her mouth to his hardened nipples, another of these sharp hot flashes went straight to his lower body, and he knew, he wanted more right now.
Of course Natasha still didn't make it easy for him, backing away just as quickly as the touch had come, and a small noise of protest came from his lips. That same merciless treatment on the other side, leaving his nipples slightly red and sensitive, didn't make it better. Just too gladly he followed her urging, opening up for her to take her place between his legs, and looked down at her from hooded lids, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't hold back the relieved groan from his throat, or stop his hips from thrusting up again, silently asking for more.
It was ridiculous how close she already brought him to ask for it, when she withdrew again. The pout on his face didn't stay there for long, not when Natasha reached for that oil bottle and his mouth suddenly felt too dry to breathe, leave alone speak. Somehow he managed to murmur something anyway, probably something along the lines of praising the lord for blessing him with such a perfect woman by his side. Because Jesus, she was touching herself again, and as much as he loved to play with her breasts, it was just was arousing watching her do that herself. More precum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach, and it was all he could to do grab the pillow under his head to not do the same with his aching member and get himself off to the sight.
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Date: 2014-09-20 03:56 pm (UTC)From:The other part was too hot for her for much more waiting. There were nights of blissful torture and then there were these nights where they just liked to take care of each other. Both was glorious, but when she put her mouth to his hardened nipples, another of these sharp hot flashes went straight to his lower body, and he knew, he wanted more right now.
Of course Natasha still didn't make it easy for him, backing away just as quickly as the touch had come, and a small noise of protest came from his lips. That same merciless treatment on the other side, leaving his nipples slightly red and sensitive, didn't make it better. Just too gladly he followed her urging, opening up for her to take her place between his legs, and looked down at her from hooded lids, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't hold back the relieved groan from his throat, or stop his hips from thrusting up again, silently asking for more.
It was ridiculous how close she already brought him to ask for it, when she withdrew again. The pout on his face didn't stay there for long, not when Natasha reached for that oil bottle and his mouth suddenly felt too dry to breathe, leave alone speak. Somehow he managed to murmur something anyway, probably something along the lines of praising the lord for blessing him with such a perfect woman by his side. Because Jesus, she was touching herself again, and as much as he loved to play with her breasts, it was just was arousing watching her do that herself. More precum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach, and it was all he could to do grab the pillow under his head to not do the same with his aching member and get himself off to the sight.
"You're killing me here, you know..."