Fic for smut_69
Prompts for smut_69 (god, butterflyvision is evil for linking to these prompt places). Again, NSFW, etc.
01. Ice
Their bodies were on fire, bare skin gleaming with beads of sweat.
His hands trailed along her sides, his lips brushing down her neck and to her throat. His tongue flicked out against her skin, and the tiny whimpering noise that she made was more than enough for him to continue. His mouth was following the line of her torso, the tip of his tongue just barely tasting her skin as he moved.
A moment later, he was up and away from her, and the 'enh' noise of protest made him smile. "I'll be right back," he murmured, his bare feet hitting the floor as he headed out the bedroom door.
She had no clue what he was doing, and she was feeling increasingly frustrated with the fact that he'd just walked away. She was in need, in need of him, his touch, his lips, his... hands, and he'd just left the bedroom -- but before she could do much more than give another disgruntled noise, he'd slipped back into the room.
"Miss me?"
Natalie sat up, propping her palms on the bed as she pouted. "Maybe I'm not in the mood anymore," she replied, wondering what he would say to that. And he didn't even bat an eyelash -- no, he just sidled over to the bed, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, "Maybe you should get back in the mood, then."
She started to lay back, her eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his fingertips when he placed them on her hip, but his next whisper stopped her. "Turn over."
Without even thinking about it, she did, turning onto her stomach. "Wha--" she started to ask him what he wanted her on her stomach for, when she felt his index finger trailing down her spine. Her back arched up into his touch and her words were cut off, turning into a soft sigh. If she could have seen his face, though?
She might not have done the sighing.
When his fingertip reached the small of her back, he brought his other hand up to his mouth. Without pause, his lips went to where his fingers were laying, pressing against her hot skin with a sudden, ice-cold touch. His tongue followed, holding an ice cube against her skin. That sigh that she'd made turned into a gasp, her entire body shuddering at the contact.
"Oh God, wh--" again, she started to speak, but was cut off when the hand that had been concealing two ice cubes, not one, trailed up her inner thigh.
02. Moan
They both tended to be quiet when it came to sex. They weren't silent, as Jason could elicit murmurs, whimpers, and sometimes even soft pleading words from her; she tended to be able to get him to gasp and let out soft sighs.
But when it came to actual vocal noises other than words or breaths, they sorely lacked them.
That night, however?
His hands were all over her body. Every movement that she made, writhing toward and against his palms, made his caress stronger. He was kissing her neck, her throat, lower -- his teeth grazing her skin as his hips rolled against her. He wasn't letting himself push into her, not yet.
The head of his erection rubbed against her as he moved over her. Her hips were arching up to meet him, light gasping noises coming from her. His left hand went to her breast, fingers rolling her nipple between them. "God," she whispered, voice filled with lust and desire even with the lack of noise to it.
He brought his lips to her ear for a moment, whispering to her. "Tonight... is going to be loud." It was a statement, broken by a deep breath in when he felt his erection almost slip inside her.
He held off, though, until the perfect moment. His tongue trailed down her body, slipping to her breast. The tip of his tongue slid across the hard nipple, making her let out a small whimper -- and a moment later, he got his statement to come true.
His teeth lightly bit her, pulling the nipple into his mouth at the same moment that he thrust into her, completely filling her in one hard and smooth motion. Just as he'd wanted, her entire body arched up to him and she gave a full-out moan.
03. Blindfold / 04. Handcuffs / 05. Foreplay
It was something new that they were trying.
Normally, he didn't ask for something to the extent of bondage, even after all this time. He was perfectly content, most of the time, to have their normal and amazing sex. But every now and again, he had the urge for something different.
Coming up behind her in the kitchen (as she was getting a glass of water), he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, ducking his head down to murmur in her ear. "I want you." It was how many of their sexual encounters began -- one or the other of them went and announced that they wanted sex, and it escalated from there.
She turned around, raising an eyebrow in interest and lifting up a little to kiss him. "Do you, now?"
Natalie hadn't noticed the blindfold in his hands, so when he brought his hands up to the back of her head and asked softly, "And I'd like to... try something. I promise that you'll like it."
That normally wouldn't have instilled much confidence in her, but he was Jason, so she would go along with him. She trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt her. When the cloth slipped around her eyes, however, she started to feel a little sense of dread. She couldn't see anything.
When he started to lead her toward the bedroom, his arms tightly around her waist, she murmured, "Jason, are you... sure... that..." but before she could get any further, he'd pulled her through the doorway into the bedroom, and leaned down to interrupt her words with a passionate kiss. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips roaming against her skin with a soft and hot touch.
"I'm sure."
The sensation of his kiss was emphasized by the fact that she couldn't see. Subtract the sense of sight, and the sensitivity of touch became that much clearer. She broke the kiss with a soft gasp, his palms having moved around her hips to the small of her back. He was going to draw her into that land of almost-ecstasy before he proposed the next part of his desire.
"Jason..." she whispered as his fingers hooked the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head without an issue. His lips came back into contact with her own, his tongue caressing her lips before he pulled back, tugging her toward the bed. She followed willingly, trusting that he would keep her from running into anything -- or perhaps she was already too wrapped up in him to think of anything else.
His voice came from closer than she'd expected. She'd thought that his lips were in front of her, but instead, he spoke directly against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you trust me?"
It was a question that she'd have thought about the answer to, had it been anyone else. But Jason... was Jason. "Yes."
The answer was all he needed. He stepped around her, his arms going around her waist as he led her to the bed, the front of her knees hitting the edge of it. His palms went sliding slowly up her spine, making her entire body shudder with the touch. When his fingers reached the clasp of her bra, he undid it, pulling it from her and tossing it aside like it was nothing.
A moment later, he'd moved his hands around her sides, trailing them down, his fingertips running around her navel in a very light touch before they went to the button of her trousers. It didn't take him any time to get them undone and dropped to the floor, so that she was left in nothing but knickers. The fact that she couldn't see anything only made his touch more intense, and every time that he brushed her skin, she moved to meet it.
His fingers laced her own as he leaned against her, murmuring softly, "Lay down." When she climbed onto the bed, he followed, his legs straddling the back of her thighs as she settled onto the sheets. In his hands were two pieces of ribbon, one for each of her wrists.
He picked up one of her arms and slowly brought it to the bedpost, taking the ribbon and wrapping it around her wrist. As he tied it, he lowered his mouth to her shoulderblade, laying soft kisses along her skin and trailing down her arm. "Jason..." she murmured again, but she didn't pull away or tell him to stop. So he took her other arm and did the same thing, tying her to the bedpost.
Now she couldn't see, and she couldn't move.
In other words? He was going to have some fun. Sitting up, he said quietly, "If you want me to untie you, just say... flobberworm." That said, he brought his hands to her back, his palms running hotly down to the small of her back. His lips and tongue followed a moment later, making her give a small whimper of desire. Her back was lifting to meet him as he moved against her skin.
"It's so much nicer when you can't see... when you can't move. It means that I can push you to the edge of ecstasy, and bring you back, as many times as I want. I can go slow, take my time... make every touch last a lifetime. Without your sight, you'll feel everything in triple--" his words were cut off as he let his tongue flick out at the very small of her back, just above the waist of her knickers. A nibble accompanied that, his fingers hooking the hem of her underwear as he pulled them from her body, sliding them down her thighs.
His hands ran back up her sides in a slow, teasing motion as he continued, "And tonight? You'll not want for anything more than for me to release you from the pleasure of this torture, and fuck you."
06. Talking Dirty
Jason liked to talk.
It was one of those things, he supposed. He tended to lie a lot during the day, which meant that he talked a lot -- all those lies where long, involved stories. That lent itself to quite a bit of practice when it came to talking, and those talking skills continued on into the bedroom.
But it wasn't always the bedroom that found Jason speaking those dirty things in Natalie's ear, oh no. He found perverse pleasure in slipping out of the back room of the Apothecary, leaning down while she doodled on a piece of paper (she should have been working, so this was her punishment... or something to that extent), and letting his lips brush her ear as he spoke, his hands going to her sides and his body molding to her back.
"Shouldn't you be working?"
All of the motions were so smooth that one had to wonder if he was the same Jason Richland that tripped over lint. Natalie let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly muffled it and dropped the parchment that she'd been scribbling on, twisting her head slightly to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "I am working," she replied haughtily, though her smile told him that she was lying and she knew it.
"Mm," he murmured softly, tipping his head so that his lips could press softly against her neck. "Doesn't look much like working to me... though if you are working, you could definitely use some distraction."
That was the way all of these affairs worked, when it came to the Apothecary. It would start of mostly innocent, with talk of distraction.
Where it led? Was far better than just simple distraction. "Oh, I could, could I?" Natalie still sounded too amused for Jason's taste, though her tone was slightly more intrigued and... breathy, than usual.
"Mhm." His lips moved back to her ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe, before adding, "And I think I know just the thing."
Taking a moment to let those words sink in, he stood up straight, pulling her with him. She started to turn around, to face him, but he added a quiet, "Unh unh unh. Stay that way." She stood straight, looking at the front door of the Apothecary, wondering what Jason was up to. It didn't take her long to figure it out, though, when he slipped his hands around her waist, palms against her stomach as he pulled her back against him. His hands then moved so that they couldn't be seen from the front door -- whoever looked in the window would see Jason standing behind her, but nothing else. Nothing out of the ordinary!
Brilliant, in his opinion.
"Now would probably be a good time to tell you about this distraction I have in mind, hmm?" His tone was low, slightly husky, and held a drawling lilt to it. It was obvious that he was enjoying this, a lot. Natalie let out a small snort, trying to keep from letting herself be aroused by his tone, and the way that his hands were slowly trailing along the small of her back. Trying being the key word there.
Jason's head tilted down again so that he could murmur in her ear. "I've been thinking about it all morning, Natalie." He made sure that he was speaking slowly, so that she could catch each and every syllable of his words. "Every time I pick up a potion bottle, I think of how your skin would feel under my fingers as I slip them up under your shirt, against your back..." He accented the statement by letting his hands gently run along her spine (though he was still fully above her shirt). "Every stir of the potion, my mind went to my lips, kissing a line down your body, not missing a single spot."
He paused a moment, and moved closer to let his mouth touch her ear. "I kept licking my lips, thinking about my tongue, tasting your skin."
He may have been evil, but as he let his tongue flick out against her ear, she didn't care in the least. The only thing that she was able to focus on was the tone of his voice, the words that he was speaking, and the way that her stomach was completely tensed with his touches along her back.
"When you passed the doorway, I pictured it. Snagging you around the waist, spinning you around so that your back was to me... stepping up against the wall so that you wouldn't fall when your knees became weak... how my hands would slowly strip you down to nothing. How your breath would catch when you felt how hard I was, how much I wanted you. When you felt my hips pressing against the small of your back..." At that moment, he did just that, and she let out a quiet 'unh' noise, accompanied with a long breath out and a swallow.
Her eyes had closed -- exactly the reaction that he'd wanted.
Her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was coming just a little quicker. His words were like velvet in her ear, continuing to barrage her senses as he let his hands roam over her clothing. "How I would tease you, moving my hands to your stomach and letting them slide lower... but not low enough. How I would skip down to your thighs, and around to let them go back to your back." He paused again, moving his mouth to her neck and letting himself kiss and nibble the skin there for a brief moment.
Her knees felt like they were going to give out, but she miraculously stayed standing. Her voice, however, showed just how shaky she was when she asked softly, "Then what?"
His hips pressed against her back again, and she couldn't help the sigh that came from her -- a sigh that almost sounded like a moan, had it held more noise to it. "And then..." he continued, his teeth brushing along her skin to the back of her neck. "And then, my hands moved to the zipper of my trousers, so that I could let you feel me... skin to skin."
His hands slid down her back, to the hem of her shirt. "You tried to turn around then, but I just pushed harder against your back. My cock rubbed against you, and you stopped breathing." When he spoke his next words, they moved below her shirt, his hot palms spreading across her bare skin.
At that moment, his words came true -- about the breathing bit, anyway. She held her breath, feeling how incredibly close she was to losing herself. It was ridiculous; he hadn't even done anything, other than speak... and innocently touch her back. Granted, it wasn't actually innocent at all, but still. She felt slightly lame at the fact that she was so close.
"My fingers moved lower, back over your thighs. I started moving them up, making your back arch against me just a little when they finally touched your clit." When that word came from his lips, Natalie let out another low sigh, her back arching against him just as he'd said. "It didn't take long; you were so wet." His words were deeper now, his hands still moving along the skin of her back as he ground his hips lightly against her once more. "So ready for me. All I had to do was say one thing, and slide my cock inside of you one time, and you were pushed over the edge."
Her breath was quicker still, and she was balling her hands into fists. "One hand went to your hip, helping to position us. The other was moving slow and hard against your clit. I tilted my head down and then I spoke in your ear."
He bent his fingers a little, letting his nails lightly run along her back, making her arch again as she let out a low breathy 'mmm' noise. "I want to make love to you," he finished, letting his tongue flick out along her ear as his hips pushed against her back once more. That was it took, and Natalie felt her eyes squeeze shut as her body tensed and shook. It was a small orgasm, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.
She didn't speak for a moment; she just let herself breathe. When Jason felt her straighten completely, he stepped back, a satisfied expression on his face.
"You..." she started, turning to look at him with a somewhat incredulous look, "...you..." He grinned, quirking an eyebrow.
"...am amazing?" he finished for her.
"...are evil, and are going to get payback," she replied, blushing just slightly when she realized that he'd just done that without even -- oh, that was just sad. Of course, he didn't see it that way at all, and he shrugged. "What can I say? I can't help that you like when I talk dirty."
A wink, and he'd turned and headed back to the back room, leaving her with her mouth hanging open in disbelief.
01. Ice
Their bodies were on fire, bare skin gleaming with beads of sweat.
His hands trailed along her sides, his lips brushing down her neck and to her throat. His tongue flicked out against her skin, and the tiny whimpering noise that she made was more than enough for him to continue. His mouth was following the line of her torso, the tip of his tongue just barely tasting her skin as he moved.
A moment later, he was up and away from her, and the 'enh' noise of protest made him smile. "I'll be right back," he murmured, his bare feet hitting the floor as he headed out the bedroom door.
She had no clue what he was doing, and she was feeling increasingly frustrated with the fact that he'd just walked away. She was in need, in need of him, his touch, his lips, his... hands, and he'd just left the bedroom -- but before she could do much more than give another disgruntled noise, he'd slipped back into the room.
"Miss me?"
Natalie sat up, propping her palms on the bed as she pouted. "Maybe I'm not in the mood anymore," she replied, wondering what he would say to that. And he didn't even bat an eyelash -- no, he just sidled over to the bed, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, "Maybe you should get back in the mood, then."
She started to lay back, her eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his fingertips when he placed them on her hip, but his next whisper stopped her. "Turn over."
Without even thinking about it, she did, turning onto her stomach. "Wha--" she started to ask him what he wanted her on her stomach for, when she felt his index finger trailing down her spine. Her back arched up into his touch and her words were cut off, turning into a soft sigh. If she could have seen his face, though?
She might not have done the sighing.
When his fingertip reached the small of her back, he brought his other hand up to his mouth. Without pause, his lips went to where his fingers were laying, pressing against her hot skin with a sudden, ice-cold touch. His tongue followed, holding an ice cube against her skin. That sigh that she'd made turned into a gasp, her entire body shuddering at the contact.
"Oh God, wh--" again, she started to speak, but was cut off when the hand that had been concealing two ice cubes, not one, trailed up her inner thigh.
02. Moan
They both tended to be quiet when it came to sex. They weren't silent, as Jason could elicit murmurs, whimpers, and sometimes even soft pleading words from her; she tended to be able to get him to gasp and let out soft sighs.
But when it came to actual vocal noises other than words or breaths, they sorely lacked them.
That night, however?
His hands were all over her body. Every movement that she made, writhing toward and against his palms, made his caress stronger. He was kissing her neck, her throat, lower -- his teeth grazing her skin as his hips rolled against her. He wasn't letting himself push into her, not yet.
The head of his erection rubbed against her as he moved over her. Her hips were arching up to meet him, light gasping noises coming from her. His left hand went to her breast, fingers rolling her nipple between them. "God," she whispered, voice filled with lust and desire even with the lack of noise to it.
He brought his lips to her ear for a moment, whispering to her. "Tonight... is going to be loud." It was a statement, broken by a deep breath in when he felt his erection almost slip inside her.
He held off, though, until the perfect moment. His tongue trailed down her body, slipping to her breast. The tip of his tongue slid across the hard nipple, making her let out a small whimper -- and a moment later, he got his statement to come true.
His teeth lightly bit her, pulling the nipple into his mouth at the same moment that he thrust into her, completely filling her in one hard and smooth motion. Just as he'd wanted, her entire body arched up to him and she gave a full-out moan.
03. Blindfold / 04. Handcuffs / 05. Foreplay
It was something new that they were trying.
Normally, he didn't ask for something to the extent of bondage, even after all this time. He was perfectly content, most of the time, to have their normal and amazing sex. But every now and again, he had the urge for something different.
Coming up behind her in the kitchen (as she was getting a glass of water), he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, ducking his head down to murmur in her ear. "I want you." It was how many of their sexual encounters began -- one or the other of them went and announced that they wanted sex, and it escalated from there.
She turned around, raising an eyebrow in interest and lifting up a little to kiss him. "Do you, now?"
Natalie hadn't noticed the blindfold in his hands, so when he brought his hands up to the back of her head and asked softly, "And I'd like to... try something. I promise that you'll like it."
That normally wouldn't have instilled much confidence in her, but he was Jason, so she would go along with him. She trusted him enough to know that he wouldn't hurt her. When the cloth slipped around her eyes, however, she started to feel a little sense of dread. She couldn't see anything.
When he started to lead her toward the bedroom, his arms tightly around her waist, she murmured, "Jason, are you... sure... that..." but before she could get any further, he'd pulled her through the doorway into the bedroom, and leaned down to interrupt her words with a passionate kiss. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips roaming against her skin with a soft and hot touch.
"I'm sure."
The sensation of his kiss was emphasized by the fact that she couldn't see. Subtract the sense of sight, and the sensitivity of touch became that much clearer. She broke the kiss with a soft gasp, his palms having moved around her hips to the small of her back. He was going to draw her into that land of almost-ecstasy before he proposed the next part of his desire.
"Jason..." she whispered as his fingers hooked the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head without an issue. His lips came back into contact with her own, his tongue caressing her lips before he pulled back, tugging her toward the bed. She followed willingly, trusting that he would keep her from running into anything -- or perhaps she was already too wrapped up in him to think of anything else.
His voice came from closer than she'd expected. She'd thought that his lips were in front of her, but instead, he spoke directly against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you trust me?"
It was a question that she'd have thought about the answer to, had it been anyone else. But Jason... was Jason. "Yes."
The answer was all he needed. He stepped around her, his arms going around her waist as he led her to the bed, the front of her knees hitting the edge of it. His palms went sliding slowly up her spine, making her entire body shudder with the touch. When his fingers reached the clasp of her bra, he undid it, pulling it from her and tossing it aside like it was nothing.
A moment later, he'd moved his hands around her sides, trailing them down, his fingertips running around her navel in a very light touch before they went to the button of her trousers. It didn't take him any time to get them undone and dropped to the floor, so that she was left in nothing but knickers. The fact that she couldn't see anything only made his touch more intense, and every time that he brushed her skin, she moved to meet it.
His fingers laced her own as he leaned against her, murmuring softly, "Lay down." When she climbed onto the bed, he followed, his legs straddling the back of her thighs as she settled onto the sheets. In his hands were two pieces of ribbon, one for each of her wrists.
He picked up one of her arms and slowly brought it to the bedpost, taking the ribbon and wrapping it around her wrist. As he tied it, he lowered his mouth to her shoulderblade, laying soft kisses along her skin and trailing down her arm. "Jason..." she murmured again, but she didn't pull away or tell him to stop. So he took her other arm and did the same thing, tying her to the bedpost.
Now she couldn't see, and she couldn't move.
In other words? He was going to have some fun. Sitting up, he said quietly, "If you want me to untie you, just say... flobberworm." That said, he brought his hands to her back, his palms running hotly down to the small of her back. His lips and tongue followed a moment later, making her give a small whimper of desire. Her back was lifting to meet him as he moved against her skin.
"It's so much nicer when you can't see... when you can't move. It means that I can push you to the edge of ecstasy, and bring you back, as many times as I want. I can go slow, take my time... make every touch last a lifetime. Without your sight, you'll feel everything in triple--" his words were cut off as he let his tongue flick out at the very small of her back, just above the waist of her knickers. A nibble accompanied that, his fingers hooking the hem of her underwear as he pulled them from her body, sliding them down her thighs.
His hands ran back up her sides in a slow, teasing motion as he continued, "And tonight? You'll not want for anything more than for me to release you from the pleasure of this torture, and fuck you."
06. Talking Dirty
Jason liked to talk.
It was one of those things, he supposed. He tended to lie a lot during the day, which meant that he talked a lot -- all those lies where long, involved stories. That lent itself to quite a bit of practice when it came to talking, and those talking skills continued on into the bedroom.
But it wasn't always the bedroom that found Jason speaking those dirty things in Natalie's ear, oh no. He found perverse pleasure in slipping out of the back room of the Apothecary, leaning down while she doodled on a piece of paper (she should have been working, so this was her punishment... or something to that extent), and letting his lips brush her ear as he spoke, his hands going to her sides and his body molding to her back.
"Shouldn't you be working?"
All of the motions were so smooth that one had to wonder if he was the same Jason Richland that tripped over lint. Natalie let out a small gasp of surprise, but quickly muffled it and dropped the parchment that she'd been scribbling on, twisting her head slightly to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "I am working," she replied haughtily, though her smile told him that she was lying and she knew it.
"Mm," he murmured softly, tipping his head so that his lips could press softly against her neck. "Doesn't look much like working to me... though if you are working, you could definitely use some distraction."
That was the way all of these affairs worked, when it came to the Apothecary. It would start of mostly innocent, with talk of distraction.
Where it led? Was far better than just simple distraction. "Oh, I could, could I?" Natalie still sounded too amused for Jason's taste, though her tone was slightly more intrigued and... breathy, than usual.
"Mhm." His lips moved back to her ear, where he nibbled lightly on the lobe, before adding, "And I think I know just the thing."
Taking a moment to let those words sink in, he stood up straight, pulling her with him. She started to turn around, to face him, but he added a quiet, "Unh unh unh. Stay that way." She stood straight, looking at the front door of the Apothecary, wondering what Jason was up to. It didn't take her long to figure it out, though, when he slipped his hands around her waist, palms against her stomach as he pulled her back against him. His hands then moved so that they couldn't be seen from the front door -- whoever looked in the window would see Jason standing behind her, but nothing else. Nothing out of the ordinary!
Brilliant, in his opinion.
"Now would probably be a good time to tell you about this distraction I have in mind, hmm?" His tone was low, slightly husky, and held a drawling lilt to it. It was obvious that he was enjoying this, a lot. Natalie let out a small snort, trying to keep from letting herself be aroused by his tone, and the way that his hands were slowly trailing along the small of her back. Trying being the key word there.
Jason's head tilted down again so that he could murmur in her ear. "I've been thinking about it all morning, Natalie." He made sure that he was speaking slowly, so that she could catch each and every syllable of his words. "Every time I pick up a potion bottle, I think of how your skin would feel under my fingers as I slip them up under your shirt, against your back..." He accented the statement by letting his hands gently run along her spine (though he was still fully above her shirt). "Every stir of the potion, my mind went to my lips, kissing a line down your body, not missing a single spot."
He paused a moment, and moved closer to let his mouth touch her ear. "I kept licking my lips, thinking about my tongue, tasting your skin."
He may have been evil, but as he let his tongue flick out against her ear, she didn't care in the least. The only thing that she was able to focus on was the tone of his voice, the words that he was speaking, and the way that her stomach was completely tensed with his touches along her back.
"When you passed the doorway, I pictured it. Snagging you around the waist, spinning you around so that your back was to me... stepping up against the wall so that you wouldn't fall when your knees became weak... how my hands would slowly strip you down to nothing. How your breath would catch when you felt how hard I was, how much I wanted you. When you felt my hips pressing against the small of your back..." At that moment, he did just that, and she let out a quiet 'unh' noise, accompanied with a long breath out and a swallow.
Her eyes had closed -- exactly the reaction that he'd wanted.
Her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was coming just a little quicker. His words were like velvet in her ear, continuing to barrage her senses as he let his hands roam over her clothing. "How I would tease you, moving my hands to your stomach and letting them slide lower... but not low enough. How I would skip down to your thighs, and around to let them go back to your back." He paused again, moving his mouth to her neck and letting himself kiss and nibble the skin there for a brief moment.
Her knees felt like they were going to give out, but she miraculously stayed standing. Her voice, however, showed just how shaky she was when she asked softly, "Then what?"
His hips pressed against her back again, and she couldn't help the sigh that came from her -- a sigh that almost sounded like a moan, had it held more noise to it. "And then..." he continued, his teeth brushing along her skin to the back of her neck. "And then, my hands moved to the zipper of my trousers, so that I could let you feel me... skin to skin."
His hands slid down her back, to the hem of her shirt. "You tried to turn around then, but I just pushed harder against your back. My cock rubbed against you, and you stopped breathing." When he spoke his next words, they moved below her shirt, his hot palms spreading across her bare skin.
At that moment, his words came true -- about the breathing bit, anyway. She held her breath, feeling how incredibly close she was to losing herself. It was ridiculous; he hadn't even done anything, other than speak... and innocently touch her back. Granted, it wasn't actually innocent at all, but still. She felt slightly lame at the fact that she was so close.
"My fingers moved lower, back over your thighs. I started moving them up, making your back arch against me just a little when they finally touched your clit." When that word came from his lips, Natalie let out another low sigh, her back arching against him just as he'd said. "It didn't take long; you were so wet." His words were deeper now, his hands still moving along the skin of her back as he ground his hips lightly against her once more. "So ready for me. All I had to do was say one thing, and slide my cock inside of you one time, and you were pushed over the edge."
Her breath was quicker still, and she was balling her hands into fists. "One hand went to your hip, helping to position us. The other was moving slow and hard against your clit. I tilted my head down and then I spoke in your ear."
He bent his fingers a little, letting his nails lightly run along her back, making her arch again as she let out a low breathy 'mmm' noise. "I want to make love to you," he finished, letting his tongue flick out along her ear as his hips pushed against her back once more. That was it took, and Natalie felt her eyes squeeze shut as her body tensed and shook. It was a small orgasm, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.
She didn't speak for a moment; she just let herself breathe. When Jason felt her straighten completely, he stepped back, a satisfied expression on his face.
"You..." she started, turning to look at him with a somewhat incredulous look, "...you..." He grinned, quirking an eyebrow.
"...am amazing?" he finished for her.
"...are evil, and are going to get payback," she replied, blushing just slightly when she realized that he'd just done that without even -- oh, that was just sad. Of course, he didn't see it that way at all, and he shrugged. "What can I say? I can't help that you like when I talk dirty."
A wink, and he'd turned and headed back to the back room, leaving her with her mouth hanging open in disbelief.