Dean was expecting a view and he's far from disappointed. He's already made his intentions very clear, and that's all the inspiration Nat needs to put on a tempting display that caters to those ideas perfectly. That easy sensuality has never ceased to amaze him, and as appreciative as she is of him he's not sure that anything he does measures up to her own efforts. But what he does do obviously gets her into the same mood. Of course he can't see the way he looks at her, with hunger and excitement burning in that smouldering gaze, unspoken promises lingering in every confident step and accompanying flex of muscle.
"You're one to talk."
He won't remain in the doorway for too long, instead moving to cross the distance between them as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
He could, and has gone straight to bending her over the counter, but now that they've taken that first, desperate edge off he's more inclined to taking it a little slower than that. Calloused hands settle briefly on her shoulders, almost teasing with the placement before they're sliding down her back and then across, working along the line of the skirt still hugging her hips. By the time his hands come to a rest on her stomach he's pulling her back against him, his cock settling against her ass, letting her feel it there rather than immediately offering a grind along with it. It all feels good to him, both her supple body and soft waves of hair pressed against him.
His fingers keep moving though, heading right back to the curve of her breasts, not only to feel those soft curves in on his hands again, but also to pull her back into his chest so that he can pepper kisses and bites at the join between her neck and shoulder.
"If I'm unfair, you're unbelievable." The murmured words pause as he pays some similar attention to her ear for a brief moment. "I thought you had to be too good to be true until I got my hands on you."
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"You're one to talk."
He won't remain in the doorway for too long, instead moving to cross the distance between them as soon as the words are out of his mouth.
He could, and has gone straight to bending her over the counter, but now that they've taken that first, desperate edge off he's more inclined to taking it a little slower than that. Calloused hands settle briefly on her shoulders, almost teasing with the placement before they're sliding down her back and then across, working along the line of the skirt still hugging her hips. By the time his hands come to a rest on her stomach he's pulling her back against him, his cock settling against her ass, letting her feel it there rather than immediately offering a grind along with it. It all feels good to him, both her supple body and soft waves of hair pressed against him.
His fingers keep moving though, heading right back to the curve of her breasts, not only to feel those soft curves in on his hands again, but also to pull her back into his chest so that he can pepper kisses and bites at the join between her neck and shoulder.
"If I'm unfair, you're unbelievable." The murmured words pause as he pays some similar attention to her ear for a brief moment. "I thought you had to be too good to be true until I got my hands on you."