[ Doing this is making him just as impatient as her, and he pulls away suddenly, pressing his lips against her inner thigh before standing. He runs his hands up her sides until they're both tangled in her hair and pulling her to him for a kiss. ]
[ It's strange at first, tasting herself on his lips, knowing that he wants to do things like this with her, but she tries not to think about that as she slides her arms around him, her hands restless. Hastily, she reaches down to try to push the rest of his clothes off, distracted by their messy, desperate kiss. ]
[ He won't break away, but he does take his hands from her hair to help with his clothes, stumbling as he tries to free his foot from the legs of his pants. As soon as they're off, his mouth is crashing against hers again in a rough, needy kiss. His arms circle her waist to pull her closer... It's like they can't be close enough. ]
[ Both her hands immediately go to his hair and shoulders once he's stumbled out and she laughs breathily against his lips. ] Climb up or - or stay like this? [ She asks as she wraps her legs around his waist again. ]
[ With a sigh, he leans his forehead against hers, arms tightening around her. That's enough indication by itself, but voice husky, he says, ] Like this.
[ Nodding, she closes her eyes and ventures for a small kiss before a deeper one. Reaching back, she scoots herself forward, closer to the edge so they're both comfortable before he makes the next move. With a tiny smile, she lets her eyes flick over his face, nudging her nose against his. ]
[ He smiles back, one hand tangling in her hair as their lips meet. This close, it's easy enough to position himself, and he pushes in slowly, exhaling and eyes drifting shut. ]
[ She holds her breath. She doesn't know why she does that, but as soon as they're fully connected, she exhales against his cheek and brushes her lips along his jaw. One hand is flat on his back, as if she wants to secure him here, between her legs. ]
[ Despite the desperation in their kisses earlier, Leo starts slow, nuzzling his face into her neck. He moans softly at the feel of her before finding that one spot to suck on. ]
[ She is hardly aware of the table digging into the back of her thigh. Her hand curls around the back of his head and one of her ankles presses into his back. He feels good. There is no better way to describe it, really. He's warm - especially warm - and she feels no discomfort or self consciousness, willing to let herself go with a whimper and a groan. ]
[ After being gone for so long, after being interrupted from their initial reunion, Natalie feels better than he remembers. He's trying to keep it slow, to savor this, but with her around him it's difficult to focus long enough to keep track of their pace. Before he realizes it, he's moving faster, his breath hot on her skin. ]
[ With all they've done so far, she's not very far from the end. What she wants is to see him satisfied because she knows he deserves a break from a rough quest. Because she wants to be the one who will bring him there. Almost inaudibly, she pants his name. ]
[ He can feel her bringing him closer, and hearing his name fall from her lips like that always pushes him further. The hand in her hand pulls her to him for a kiss, the other moving from her to squeeze her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. ]
[ She never has to worry about cold hands from him and his hands all over her is something that she thinks about often. Happily obliging, she whimpers, exhaling with warm breath against his ear once their kiss ends. ]
More.
[ It's a relatively weak command, even as her nails run down his back. ]
[ It's impossible to stifle a groan at that, and he doesn't try. And Natalie can have whatever she wants, as far as he's concerned - and he gives it to her with a smile. ]
[ It's crazy how something like this can make someone forget about everything else and focus on the person in front of them, how it leaves her completely open when she had spent so long shutting out other people. She knows he finds it hard to believe sometimes, but he makes her feel something electric when they're together like this.
Natalie pants like she's been running for an hour and clings to him, crying out when he's hit that spot. ]
[ Leo may never understand it, but he counts himself lucky nonetheless. Right now, the thought doesn't even cross his mind; his world has narrowed to just the two of them here, connected, and nothing else matters but making sure she's enjoying this as much as he is.
And that sound makes it pretty clear she is. It's all he needs to hear to reach the end, thrusting into her hard. His grip tightens, and he accidentally pulling on her hair a little as he gasps her name. He'll apologize about that later. ]
Ah- [ She makes a noise of mild annoyance at the hair tug, her head jerking in that direction. Each movement gets another noise out of her, rougher yet higher pitched than the last.
With a jerk of her hips and a muffled cry against his shoulder, she sees colors behind her eyelids and sinks into the sensation - a very worthwhile feeling after an extended separation. And Natalie is still, just for a bit, chuckling softly to herself and not pulling away. ]
[ He leans against her with a dumb smile as he catches his breath. Extricating his hand from her hair, he seems to realize that he pulled on it, and gives her a sheepish look, murmuring, ] Um. Sorry about that.
It's okay. [ She whispers, shaking her hair out a little as she sort of winds herself around him in a way that only happens after they've had sex. With a kiss pressed to his dumb smile, she lingers there, her eyes half open as she lets the warmth settle over her. ]
[ He shakes his head, but doesn't answer, settling for wrapping his arms tight around her waist. He likes how Natalie kind of... drapes herself around him, after that. It's... nice. ]
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More.
[ It's a relatively weak command, even as her nails run down his back. ]
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Natalie pants like she's been running for an hour and clings to him, crying out when he's hit that spot. ]
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And that sound makes it pretty clear she is. It's all he needs to hear to reach the end, thrusting into her hard. His grip tightens, and he accidentally pulling on her hair a little as he gasps her name. He'll apologize about that later. ]
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With a jerk of her hips and a muffled cry against his shoulder, she sees colors behind her eyelids and sinks into the sensation - a very worthwhile feeling after an extended separation. And Natalie is still, just for a bit, chuckling softly to herself and not pulling away. ]
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