He wanted to give her more, to give her everything, but he knew if he hurt himself trying to please her she would get very upset with him, and probably with herself, neither of which he wanted, particularly the latter. Besides, they were always good at being creative, and he was sure he could come up with a few tricks to keep her from getting bored with the usual.
As hot as it was seeing Natasha wearing only his sweater, he couldn’t deny he preferred her without it. He didn’t touch her at first, just drank in the sight of her naked body, how her skin seemed to glow in the flickering firelight. He followed her guidance willingly, glad to be able to stretch out again, and his hands immediately moved to her hips as she straddled him. She didn’t even take the time to undress him, though she did take her time in sinking down over him, her wet heat slowly engulfing him. It was tempting to push up, to meet her halfway, but he let her take control, let her move at her own pace. Their gazes were locked intensely, and the fire burning in his eyes wasn’t just a reflection of the nearby flame.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, fingers curling a little tighter on her hips, not to control her movements but out of reflex. “You got me. Always yours.” Any time, any place, any way, he was hers, forever and always.
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Date: 2014-10-09 03:39 pm (UTC)As hot as it was seeing Natasha wearing only his sweater, he couldn’t deny he preferred her without it. He didn’t touch her at first, just drank in the sight of her naked body, how her skin seemed to glow in the flickering firelight. He followed her guidance willingly, glad to be able to stretch out again, and his hands immediately moved to her hips as she straddled him. She didn’t even take the time to undress him, though she did take her time in sinking down over him, her wet heat slowly engulfing him. It was tempting to push up, to meet her halfway, but he let her take control, let her move at her own pace. Their gazes were locked intensely, and the fire burning in his eyes wasn’t just a reflection of the nearby flame.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, fingers curling a little tighter on her hips, not to control her movements but out of reflex. “You got me. Always yours.” Any time, any place, any way, he was hers, forever and always.