Her eyes snap open when something so seemingly simple as a touch sends a shock of sensation along her spine. OK, he knows what he's doing when it comes to a woman's body. That's refreshing really. Natasha is used to a man being more selfish and less skilled when it comes to sex. "Fucking..." She can't finish the thought and part of her doesn't really like a man having this much power over her. The other part? That part of her never want to let him leave this bed and it's a lot stronger right now.
Natasha lets out her own chuckle as she slides her hand down his stomach, inching lower so slowly it's like slow motion. Two can play this little game, and her hands are just as skilled as his are. She can make him go a little crazy with a touch, too. Not yet though, close...but not yet.
Sorry, Tasha. He's not in the mood to be teased right now. Maybe it's not fair to deny her, since he got to tease her first. Maybe it's because he got to tease her first that he doesn't want to be teased. But either way, his free hand rests on her hand, pushing it down farther.
She could fight him, force her hand away from where he wants it but what he's doing to her makes her like a puppet he's pulling the strings on. Natasha is not used to a man being able to do this to her. She's the one who takes control, even if it's pretending to be an innocent, virginal 'girl' to wrap a mark around her finger and think he's got the upper hand. Or it used to be that way. She's not had to use those tactics much while working for SHIELD.
Her hips arch up against his hand, a slow dance-like precision to her movements. She blinks, forcing her eyes to focus on his before she lets out a rough moan, wrapping her hand around his cock with enough pressure he'll know she's done teasing for now.
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Natasha lets out her own chuckle as she slides her hand down his stomach, inching lower so slowly it's like slow motion. Two can play this little game, and her hands are just as skilled as his are. She can make him go a little crazy with a touch, too. Not yet though, close...but not yet.
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Her hips arch up against his hand, a slow dance-like precision to her movements. She blinks, forcing her eyes to focus on his before she lets out a rough moan, wrapping her hand around his cock with enough pressure he'll know she's done teasing for now.