Natasha's clever mouth attacking his neck tore him out of his concentration for a moment. He tilted his head aside with a noise of approval and stilled his own movements to catch his breath, or at least try to. The world had narrowed down to nothing but skin on skin, impossibly tight heat enveloping him until he thought, he would die of pleasure any second, and the beautiful sounds from Natasha's lips.
He definitely wanted more of the latter, so he forced himself out of this blissful state of just letting her ravage his skin until everyone they met tomorrow would know, he belonged to her. Just a little, just with a tiny piece of her heart she belonged to him, too, and he didn't want to let that trust down she put in him.
Her body had relaxed by now, as much as she trembled and rocked against him without a real rhythm, accepting the careful intrusion easier. Especially after he got some more oil. She was clenching around him so hard that he wasn't sure he couldn't even come if he hadn't put all of his considerate self-control in preventing that. Probably she would just keep him in this mind-blowing state of arousal until the lights went out, and what a way to go.
Somehow he found enough restraint back to match the gentle rhythm of his finger with the more and more demanding one of her movements, though he was pretty sure his body worked on auto control mode by now. Still without too much hurry they were pushing, sliding, pressing against each other, with every panting breath, every moan either from her or his lips, until the room was just a blur of soft and hot and that certain atmosphere of sex that seemed to drown all their senses. And maybe, occasionally, her name or a whispered declaration of love on his lips.
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Date: 2014-10-20 08:45 pm (UTC)From:He definitely wanted more of the latter, so he forced himself out of this blissful state of just letting her ravage his skin until everyone they met tomorrow would know, he belonged to her. Just a little, just with a tiny piece of her heart she belonged to him, too, and he didn't want to let that trust down she put in him.
Her body had relaxed by now, as much as she trembled and rocked against him without a real rhythm, accepting the careful intrusion easier. Especially after he got some more oil. She was clenching around him so hard that he wasn't sure he couldn't even come if he hadn't put all of his considerate self-control in preventing that. Probably she would just keep him in this mind-blowing state of arousal until the lights went out, and what a way to go.
Somehow he found enough restraint back to match the gentle rhythm of his finger with the more and more demanding one of her movements, though he was pretty sure his body worked on auto control mode by now. Still without too much hurry they were pushing, sliding, pressing against each other, with every panting breath, every moan either from her or his lips, until the room was just a blur of soft and hot and that certain atmosphere of sex that seemed to drown all their senses. And maybe, occasionally, her name or a whispered declaration of love on his lips.