Her hips rise up again, a reflex reaction as she lets out a gasp.
Then he stops...again. Damn it all if this guy doesn't know how to play her. Natasha isn't used to guys doing that. That's what she's supposed to be doing to him!
Still she can't physically take control of the situation, but she can weave a hell of an argument with her words."Please." Natasha whines as she chews on her lower lip, sliding her own hand down to rest on top of the one he has almost touching her. She looks into his eyes again, gaze locked on him as she begs. "Don't make me wait anymore, James. Please." She swallows before parting her lips slightly, realizing this isn't entirely an act on her part. "Please."
He knows what Natasha's doing. She's doing exactly what she did while they were sparring together: trying to use her sex appeal to get what she wants. Just because he knows what she's doing doesn't mean it's not working. He nips at her neck in return, letting out a guttural growl as his finger slips inside her. No more teasing.
Well, at least he went for it. And he's right...she does want him, but it's different than she's used to. It's less physical and more everything else. That's not something she's anywhere near comfortable thinking about right now, so she focuses on the physical sensation instead.
Her hips rise up again, pushing against his hand as her muscles tighten involuntarily. "Oh, my God. Thank you." It's...not want she wanted to say, not really, but it's the truth. Before she can say anything more she moves her lips to find his, crashing against him with a needy moan.
That thank you draws a chuckle out of him. "You're welcome," he says, amused. When she kisses him, he kisses back, lips parting against hers. His finger moves, curling inside the woman to rub against that spot.
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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Date: 2012-07-27 12:02 am (UTC)From:Then he stops...again. Damn it all if this guy doesn't know how to play her. Natasha isn't used to guys doing that. That's what she's supposed to be doing to him!
Still she can't physically take control of the situation, but she can weave a hell of an argument with her words."Please." Natasha whines as she chews on her lower lip, sliding her own hand down to rest on top of the one he has almost touching her. She looks into his eyes again, gaze locked on him as she begs. "Don't make me wait anymore, James. Please." She swallows before parting her lips slightly, realizing this isn't entirely an act on her part. "Please."
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Date: 2012-07-27 01:37 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-07-27 01:51 am (UTC)From:Her hips rise up again, pushing against his hand as her muscles tighten involuntarily. "Oh, my God. Thank you." It's...not want she wanted to say, not really, but it's the truth. Before she can say anything more she moves her lips to find his, crashing against him with a needy moan.
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Date: 2012-07-30 12:51 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-07-31 09:56 am (UTC)From: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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Date: 2012-08-04 02:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-08-08 01:34 am (UTC)From: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.