She whimpered with his touch, the fingers at her neck so strong and rough and encouraging of her own exploration of him; and the other hand, cold metal warmed by contact with her now giving her reason to writhe all the more. He touched her and suddenly the pleasure thundered through her, cotton between her sensitivity and his fingers. More, she wanted more, she wanted all of him.
Her hips rocked now but with more purpose; her hands slid down his body to offer the same touch he did for her. It was new and it was fumbling but there was no hiding the quick pace of her breath or the heavy glaze of excitement in her eyes. She almost didn’t hear his words of caution, but eventually they made it through the swirling haze of her arousal. He wanted her, she could tell that much, but he was right. Evidence of their affair would be cause for punishment, if she were to actually fall pregnant it could mean death, perhaps for them both.
She groaned in frustration, wanting and being unable to have, it was such a tease. But... there were other ways were there not? “We cannot fully be together, you are right. But please, let me see you? Touch you. James, please.” The tone was almost a plea, so very nearly begging him. Natalia desperately wanted to share something, if not the act itself. She could be satisfied with that she thought.
She fell forward again, her lips and teeth at his throat as her hands worked to free him of his shirt. Buttons shed with careful efficiency, not one ripped or torn as he would need to be presentable at a moment’s notice. She bared his chest and ran hands along it, slender fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone, carefully playing over scars and bruises with loving softness. And then her hands moved lower.
She moaned into his throat, lips vibrating against the skin as her hands moved down to feel him. The solid heat of his reaction to her; god it was exciting. Her hands fumbled on the belt, the button, the zip, all too loud and too slow for her taste. She had to feel him without the barriers, to know his passion for her was something she could stoke and more importantly something she could bring to climax.
Warm dainty hands dipped under his garments and found him. Thick and hard and smooth like the silk shawl she’d been given for being a good recruit. She stopped kissing his neck and now just panted against it; marveling at the maleness of him. “My god James, you’re perfect.”
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Her hips rocked now but with more purpose; her hands slid down his body to offer the same touch he did for her. It was new and it was fumbling but there was no hiding the quick pace of her breath or the heavy glaze of excitement in her eyes. She almost didn’t hear his words of caution, but eventually they made it through the swirling haze of her arousal. He wanted her, she could tell that much, but he was right. Evidence of their affair would be cause for punishment, if she were to actually fall pregnant it could mean death, perhaps for them both.
She groaned in frustration, wanting and being unable to have, it was such a tease. But... there were other ways were there not? “We cannot fully be together, you are right. But please, let me see you? Touch you. James, please.” The tone was almost a plea, so very nearly begging him. Natalia desperately wanted to share something, if not the act itself. She could be satisfied with that she thought.
She fell forward again, her lips and teeth at his throat as her hands worked to free him of his shirt. Buttons shed with careful efficiency, not one ripped or torn as he would need to be presentable at a moment’s notice. She bared his chest and ran hands along it, slender fingers tracing the lines of muscle and bone, carefully playing over scars and bruises with loving softness. And then her hands moved lower.
She moaned into his throat, lips vibrating against the skin as her hands moved down to feel him. The solid heat of his reaction to her; god it was exciting. Her hands fumbled on the belt, the button, the zip, all too loud and too slow for her taste. She had to feel him without the barriers, to know his passion for her was something she could stoke and more importantly something she could bring to climax.
Warm dainty hands dipped under his garments and found him. Thick and hard and smooth like the silk shawl she’d been given for being a good recruit. She stopped kissing his neck and now just panted against it; marveling at the maleness of him. “My god James, you’re perfect.”