His voice was nothing more than a hoarse growl against her heated skin, his eyes shining with the lust of a passionate watcher. And maybe a little with pride, when he searched her eyes, his tongue darting forward to merely tease her clit after every few syllables. It was both to tease her and give her a moment to breathe. They could both need it.
The hand not holding hers slipped from her stomach down, flatly caressing her inner thigh before he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her hot warmth. Feeling her clench and flutter around him left his cock achingly hard, twitching for her ins pants. He found himself grinding into the sofa aimlessly, his need growing by the second.
With his mind clouded by desire, the restraints he usually put around his dominant side, dropped a little. At least as much as he would let them, always careful with not pushing Natasha too far, never to give her the feeling she had to bring herself to do or say anything, not for him... But fuck, sometimes he just couldn't resist talking her into even more arousal.
"You like that?" He crooked his finger inside her, finding that one spot she responded so well to, and lapped at the new wetness dripping from her tight center with an appreciative moan.
"God, you're getting so wet for me, Tasha. I just love your taste. Think you can give me some more? Think you can drench me with your sweet juices?"
He slowly started pressing and circling his fingertip against that one spot while he spoke, staring at her with blazed eyes but still fully attentive to her reactions.
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Date: 2013-09-18 11:21 am (UTC)From:His voice was nothing more than a hoarse growl against her heated skin, his eyes shining with the lust of a passionate watcher. And maybe a little with pride, when he searched her eyes, his tongue darting forward to merely tease her clit after every few syllables. It was both to tease her and give her a moment to breathe. They could both need it.
The hand not holding hers slipped from her stomach down, flatly caressing her inner thigh before he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her hot warmth. Feeling her clench and flutter around him left his cock achingly hard, twitching for her ins pants. He found himself grinding into the sofa aimlessly, his need growing by the second.
With his mind clouded by desire, the restraints he usually put around his dominant side, dropped a little. At least as much as he would let them, always careful with not pushing Natasha too far, never to give her the feeling she had to bring herself to do or say anything, not for him... But fuck, sometimes he just couldn't resist talking her into even more arousal.
"You like that?"
He crooked his finger inside her, finding that one spot she responded so well to, and lapped at the new wetness dripping from her tight center with an appreciative moan.
"God, you're getting so wet for me, Tasha. I just love your taste. Think you can give me some more? Think you can drench me with your sweet juices?"
He slowly started pressing and circling his fingertip against that one spot while he spoke, staring at her with blazed eyes but still fully attentive to her reactions.