Her name was nearly a whimper of his breath against her ear, a gentle bite following on the edge as the growing tension built up again in his body.
But this time it was a good, a comfortable tension, little electric waves down to the hair on his arms. Every shiver from Natasha's hot trembling body was flowing right through him.
She was warm and wet against him, the sweetest inviting sensation that he drew out, took in just as much as their tight embrace, the wordless, deep intimacy of the moment.
The way he locked eyes with her, saw the glimmer of lust shining in the beautiful dark green color. The way he smiled at her when his breath went faster by the second.
He pressed against her in slow, light circles of his hips, right where her soft damp folds met at this tiny hardened point, his hand on her back gently pressing her against the playful movements.
His head fell back against the mattress, quiet groans on his lips, and he wasn't quite sure if it was torture or heaven but he sure as hell enjoyed it.
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Date: 2013-11-27 02:33 pm (UTC)From:Her name was nearly a whimper of his breath against her ear, a gentle bite following on the edge as the growing tension built up again in his body.
But this time it was a good, a comfortable tension, little electric waves down to the hair on his arms. Every shiver from Natasha's hot trembling body was flowing right through him.
She was warm and wet against him, the sweetest inviting sensation that he drew out, took in just as much as their tight embrace, the wordless, deep intimacy of the moment.
The way he locked eyes with her, saw the glimmer of lust shining in the beautiful dark green color. The way he smiled at her when his breath went faster by the second.
He pressed against her in slow, light circles of his hips, right where her soft damp folds met at this tiny hardened point, his hand on her back gently pressing her against the playful movements.
His head fell back against the mattress, quiet groans on his lips, and he wasn't quite sure if it was torture or heaven but he sure as hell enjoyed it.