Having her in this position, Natalie licks her lips and actually whimpers softly. But she's caught onto his game, and doesn't speak yet, panting instead.
Her breath is hot against his cheek and her body curves just so in response to that tempting hand between her thighs. It's evil, honestly, but she's given him so much worse that she can handle a little more torture.
Just so, he fights back the desire to continue until he gets something more, though that whimper of hers is immensely gratifying. Somehow, he manages to only brush his fingers over her until he reaches the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, circling there with his thumb.
Natalie's head lightly bumps into the roof of her car and she arches into him, inhaling sharply. "Leo," she finally gives him, voice surprisingly husky, lips still parted as she starts moving against his skilled hand.
Gods, when she says his name like that, he wants to just forget his hand and take her right there. As it stands, he lets the waves of desire crash over him, but still holds back, giving her his hand instead, like she wants. It's a good enough substitute for now, and he reminds himself of his earlier thought - take it slow, and it'll make the full act even better.
She has days to give him this time, days to hole up in his room or wherever they want until she has to go back home. She can give him multiple rounds, too, eager for his touch.
Silence falls, only the sound of her heartbeat and the shortness of her breath audible. Her eyes close and in this moment, she looks almost free, easygoing.
He keeps his eyes locked onto her face, watching intently. It's always been one of his favorite things, seeing that look on her, even if half of it is blocked by the blindfold. Natalie normally keeps herself so tightly reigned in that it means more to him that she allows him to see this other side of her, that she'll relax that facade for him and him alone.
Carefully, he hooks his finger inside of her as he moves his hand, thumb brushing over her from the outside as well. He wants to see her relax entirely, and maybe he'll take the blindfold off soon to that end, but for now, watching, and listening to her breathe, is good.
Her lips part and she moves her hands up his chest to rest loosely on his shoulders, keeping herself from swaying in his arms. Somehow, she can sense what he wants to see in her and her body reacts accordingly, even letting go of that tension that comes with wearing the blindfold and not knowing what will come next.
The corners of his mouth curve up into a smile as he watches her. It's a special sort of pleasure to see and feel her like this, knowing that he's the one making her feel wanted and satisfied. Of course, while watching is great, Leo has always been a fan of doing something. He's hardly sitting idle, but if he can make it better, he will, and if that means he can catch her by surprise again, well. All the better. With his hand on the small of her back, he leans forward suddenly to take her breast in his mouth, pulling the sensitive skin between his teeth.
Her hand curls around the back of his head again, tugging his hair lightly. Her body arches into him and she lets out a high pitched whimper in surprise. He knows how to overwhelm her in the best way possible and is sure to feel her pinked skin heat up under his hands.
He cracks up a little, gently leaning against her and chuckling into her skin. Her skin feels warm against his - not his fault, either; he's fully in control of the Blessing by now - but he's glad to have gotten that little sound out of her and to be wrapped up in her. Soon, he'll have to do something more, but for now he remains in this position, sucking gently and moving his hand just so, to find the right spot.
"Fuck," she curses, instantly becoming putty in his hands. He is going to drive her mad this way, but she can't complain. She can't think about leaving him behind right now, and for a few days, she wants to be his entirely. She's addicted to this feeling and knows she can't carry on like this forever.
Her frame actually trembles as she approaches the end. "So close," she warns, wanting more.
It's a good place, he thinks, to remove the blindfold, and with his spare hand he reaches up to do just that. He wants to see her face when she tips over the edge. Raking his hand through her hair he watches with an almost hungry look in his eyes, coaxing her on.
Natalie meets his eyes for an extended moment before letting them close, making small, lust-filled noises with each roll of her hips into his hand. She tips her head back and finally hits that stride, moving at a faster pace until she reaches her climax. It comes silently, and her entire body tenses when she jerks against him, nails digging into his shoulders until that warmth washes over her body. Her eyes are heavy lidded when she opens them, and she pants, lips parted, lazily brushing her lips over his features.
He can't help but think about how amazing she looks like this, coming down after the high that comes with sex. Reclaiming his hand, Leo caresses her cheek and guides Natalie to his lips, keeping her close as she catches her breath. He still wants her, so much that it almost hurts, but he can wait a moment or two. Right now, he's feeling smug, proud as always to know he got her off.
She gladly kisses him, her breath hot on his skin as she pants, catching her breath. "I - I still want you," she confesses, watching her words carefully even in her hazy and lusty state, still floating down from her high.
"And I can feel that you want me too." she whispers in his ear, gently rolling her hips against him even while she's still recovering.
He's smiling even as he rolls his head back in a groan, appreciative of the friction. Licking his lips, he looks back at her and doesn't bother trying to hide the desire in his expression, and the love he still holds for her shines in his eyes alongside the lust. He pulls her flush against him, grip tight on her hips, and replies, "Always."
Natalie ignores those pangs of guilt and pain in her stomach when she reads his gaze and kisses him instead. They're having sex in her car and she knows it's going to smell like them when she leaves, so she doesn't want to think about that right now.
"Just like this," he breathes when they part, "I want you to ride me." He's missed her, and missed having her like this. Being here with her at all means a lot to him, and feeling the heat of her body against his is a temptation impossible to resist, especially with her in his favorite position.
He nods, gently pulling her over his length as he took a breath, more than ready for her. Lifting her up just so, he slips a hand between them to position himself before slowly pulling Natalie down over him. His hand fell to her thigh as she takes all of him in, and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he's been holding.
This moment won't last - if he's learned anything in the past few years, it's that. But Leo plans to take full advantage of this time while it does. For now, at least, she's his again, and he is hers as always. That's all that matters.
Natalie whimpers softly, pressing her forehead to his. Before she moves, she decides to take a page out of his book, wordlessly summoning the blindfold from before, watching it flit through the air until it magically wraps itself around her wrists, binding them together for him. Her deep brown eyes never leave his all the while, a silent message to him.
She promised herself to Leo for a few days and she wants to show him her willingness to do all the things he likes, wanting to give him something to hold onto before she leaves with another piece of his heart.
He takes in a surprised breath as the blindfold whips over to secure itself around her wrists, looking up at her with lips parted as if wondering why. But her words from earlier echo in his mind, and soon enough he's smiling again, craning his neck to claim another kiss before sliding his hands to the back of her legs, pulling up. He'll take advantage of her hands being tied later; for now, just being inside of her is good, but he's dying to get started.
She loves how he feels, nodding silently when he wraps his hands around her legs. Slowly, her hips begin the slow grind, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she falls into their usual pace - well, perhaps slower than usual because she wants to do more teasing before he utilizes her binds. Normally, she would balance herself by gripping his shoulders, but instead she rests her bound hands against his chest.
Leo melts back against the seat, eyes closed while the sensation washes over him. It's almost funny, how somehow, she still knows exactly what he needs at any given moment, despite leaving him years ago and only coming back for brief, stolen moments together that pass far too quickly, like this. But, for whatever reason, he can't bring himself to change this odd routine of theirs, denying everything even as they indulge themselves in one another.
And the things she does to him - they're less than perfect, if his heart has anything to say about it, but the rest of him adores every minute of it, and that's the part he's most inclined to listen to. It's another escape from their obvious problems, but it doesn't matter when Natalie is on top of him, her legs on either side, and his hands coaxing her onward. His vision narrows, and all that matters is how she feels right now, in this moment - much easier than focusing on how they'll feel later, outside her car, when they're parted.
After this, she'll have to acknowledge the bad she's done, tell herself not to run back to him, and deny the fact that she has never ever stopped caring about him, even if she feels he's better off without her. The nagging voice in her head that never seems to silence itself whispers questions about how she really feels, wondering what her heart wants.
On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
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Her breath is hot against his cheek and her body curves just so in response to that tempting hand between her thighs. It's evil, honestly, but she's given him so much worse that she can handle a little more torture.
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Silence falls, only the sound of her heartbeat and the shortness of her breath audible. Her eyes close and in this moment, she looks almost free, easygoing.
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Carefully, he hooks his finger inside of her as he moves his hand, thumb brushing over her from the outside as well. He wants to see her relax entirely, and maybe he'll take the blindfold off soon to that end, but for now, watching, and listening to her breathe, is good.
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Her frame actually trembles as she approaches the end. "So close," she warns, wanting more.
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"And I can feel that you want me too." she whispers in his ear, gently rolling her hips against him even while she's still recovering.
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"How do you want me?"
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This moment won't last - if he's learned anything in the past few years, it's that. But Leo plans to take full advantage of this time while it does. For now, at least, she's his again, and he is hers as always. That's all that matters.
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She promised herself to Leo for a few days and she wants to show him her willingness to do all the things he likes, wanting to give him something to hold onto before she leaves with another piece of his heart.
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And the things she does to him - they're less than perfect, if his heart has anything to say about it, but the rest of him adores every minute of it, and that's the part he's most inclined to listen to. It's another escape from their obvious problems, but it doesn't matter when Natalie is on top of him, her legs on either side, and his hands coaxing her onward. His vision narrows, and all that matters is how she feels right now, in this moment - much easier than focusing on how they'll feel later, outside her car, when they're parted.
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On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
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