If it was more he wanted it was more he definitely got. Pressing her shoulders back into the cushion Natasha arched her back slightly, a long, low moan escaping her lips. Fisting the material at the bottom of the sweater in her hand, she clutched it right below her breasts as her eyes drifted closed.

God, he was good at this. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, his teeth adding a sensation just on the verge of being painful that sent thrills of pleasure shooting up her spine. Forcing her eyes open again, she looked down at him through her lashes. She couldn’t see his smile with his mouth moving so expertly against her, but she could see it shining in his eyes, especially when she felt that first rush of wetness.

A flash of lightening lit up the room but she barely even noticed. The storm outside was forgotten in wake of the one that was building within her with each roll of his tongue and scrape of his teeth that caused her to gasp and moan. It took all of her self control to keep from grabbing a handful off his hair and holding on.