He doesn't know; he's just moving clothing that's in the way and feels the heat and desire beneath his skin that's pushing to break free. He thought it was just because he missed being with her; he's not even thinking about what he's doing, he's just doing it - drawing her skirt up, finding the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, moving his other hand to push her shirt up, leaning down to taste the skin between her breasts.
And she's lost in him, in his heat and in his need. She's lost to him, to the soft words, to the slight shiver of insecurity that never seems to leave his voice when they're in situations like these. Her head lolls back, baring her throat and shoulder to him, and a soft sigh slips past her lips.
The words from her lips send a soft shudder down his spine - the good kind - and he continues pushing clothing out of his way. Her breasts mostly exposed, he touches, first with calloused hands, then with hot mouth and tongue. His other hand caresses her thigh, accidentally brushing against her as he moves it toward her hip.
She lets out a choked gasp and slides her hands onto his skin, unable to get enough of him, unable to feel or taste or experience anywhere near enough.
He hasn't actually removed any of her clothing, he's still just moving it out of the way. Shifting a little, he presses his mouth to hers, hunger and passion surging into the kiss and as he moves his hand from her hip toward her thigh, he brushes down between her legs and stops there, curving his fingers to the shape of her, forgetting that he was moving toward her leg, finding the warmth where he stopped new and interesting.
He does not tell her that he got 'tips' from a vampire - most of that is because all he really remembers right now is 'kissing tips', not the other stuff.
"Must've had a good teacher," he whispers, but is also wondering if he has to lead the whole night... not that he minds so much, but he was hoping for interactive responses.
He gets them a moment later as her hand slides up his chest to his shoulder and into his hair, at which point she pulls him to her for a deep kiss. Her eyes lull shut at his touch and she lets out a soft sigh.
He kisses back, warm, deep. "Natalie," he moans softly, his hand moving, rubbing between her legs. "Touch me?" he whispers against her mouth, wanting to feel her hands on him - everywhere.
She smirks at him and nods before slipping back and away from him, moving her hands to work on his pants. Her fingers find the way soon enough and her hand slips in, delicate and a little hesitant. She's always hesitant with him, though she'll never know why...nor why she loves it that way.
His eyes drift closed and he sighs. "Oh, God." His hips roll into her hand and little sparks of images flit through his mind, but he ignores them. He shifts his hand and a finger slips beneath her panties and he touches her.
She shivers as he does, jumping just a little as he actually touches her. Her fingers curls on one hand, perhaps even a little painfully, and she lets out a harsh gasp as her speed increases with the other.
His hand slides further beneath her panties and he discovers that she's warm and wet there; though he's not entirely sure what that means, but she hasn't made him stop...
Her fingers around him, moving faster, pull him over the edge sooner than he'd anticipated and he moans against her throat.
She brings him down, slow and easy before bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking gently on them till she's clean. Occasionally, a moan slips out from between her lips as she does, but it's somewhat understandable.
She reaches a hand and finds his, entwining their fingers before slipping his hand around her breast. Then she leans forward and nibbles at his ear.
He's confused again as he watches her, not understanding why she's doing what she is; why she would want to, but he doesn't say anything. She moves his hand and he curves his fingers around her breast easily, leaning in to nibble at her jaw. His other hand is still nestled between her legs, but he's not sure what to do now. Nervous again, he whispers, "I'm- I'm sorry... wasn't expecting..." his voice drops off.
He loves that; that she never makes him feel like he's done something wrong. He nibbles the column of her throat and asks, softly in her ear, "What... what can we do until then."
"Explore," the word comes out as a wavering whisper at the same time his fingers stroke over her, between her legs, where his hand has been; maybe to hear her moan again, maybe to get a bit of instruction on what, exactly, he should do there.
A fleeting image through his mind - David's mouth on him - and an idea strikes. He whispers in Natalie's ear - and the whispers still waiver a little - "May I... Is it all right if I," his tongue snakes out to taste her ear as a stalling point - just asking the question seems to be making him more nervous.
He nods gently, still nervous, but decides he wants to do this - try this... and she's told him again.
Though that image in his head a moment ago is distracting.
He shakes that off and moves downward... ghosting kisses on her breasts as he makes his way toward her legs. He moves his hand and draws her panties down her legs and he can smell the soft scent of her arousal, though he's not sure how he knows that. The garment out of the way, he, slowly, moves back up, kissing along the insides of her thighs along the way.
She does her best not to shift too much, but she has to let him know how good it feels, how much she's enjoying this. Her lips are by no means as still and the soft whimpers and moans that slip out from between them should give him a good idea.
He doesn't stop; doesn't move away from what he's doing. Still kissing up the inside of her thigh, he pauses briefly before pressing the softest of kisses between her legs... then he waits...
He may not know all that much about sexual pleasure, but he's got enough information to know that that means he's doing something right... or at least something that's desired.
A hand smooths up the inside of her leg as he leans in to taste her. Another brief pause as his senses process the information - the feel, the scent, the taste, even the sounds she makes - and his hand shifts around to hold her hip as his tongue passes over her clitoris. He's not studied anatomy, but if the sounds she made from just the first kiss are any indication, he knows he's touched somewhere sensitive... and in a very good way.
He's wondering how he's supposed to step over the shyness when she isn't... because it's a little disconcerting. He's okay figuring things out, but this is really strange for him; really new and maybe a little scary, so anything she could do to help him out a bit would be nice.
For now, he'll continue with the soft little licks - some to her inner thighs, but most to that spot he's found that makes her moan and gasp.
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"You're a quick learner, Gabriel."
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He doesn't know; he's just moving clothing that's in the way and feels the heat and desire beneath his skin that's pushing to break free. He thought it was just because he missed being with her; he's not even thinking about what he's doing, he's just doing it - drawing her skirt up, finding the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, moving his other hand to push her shirt up, leaning down to taste the skin between her breasts.
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"Oh, god, yes, Gabriel..."
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"Definitely a...quick study."
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"Must've had a good teacher," he whispers, but is also wondering if he has to lead the whole night... not that he minds so much, but he was hoping for interactive responses.
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Her hand starts a slow, deep stroing rhythme.
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"Oh Gabriel."
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Her fingers around him, moving faster, pull him over the edge sooner than he'd anticipated and he moans against her throat.
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She reaches a hand and finds his, entwining their fingers before slipping his hand around her breast. Then she leans forward and nibbles at his ear.
"Love you."
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"Never apologize..."
Another kiss.
"Give yourself a few minutes to recover..."
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She smiles at him gently.
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"I want you to explore. Learn. Touch what you like. See what happens. Hands on learning always was best."
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But she doesn't say a word. She wants him to figure things out on his own.
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Though that image in his head a moment ago is distracting.
He shakes that off and moves downward... ghosting kisses on her breasts as he makes his way toward her legs. He moves his hand and draws her panties down her legs and he can smell the soft scent of her arousal, though he's not sure how he knows that. The garment out of the way, he, slowly, moves back up, kissing along the insides of her thighs along the way.
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"Please, Gabriel...please..."
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A hand smooths up the inside of her leg as he leans in to taste her. Another brief pause as his senses process the information - the feel, the scent, the taste, even the sounds she makes - and his hand shifts around to hold her hip as his tongue passes over her clitoris. He's not studied anatomy, but if the sounds she made from just the first kiss are any indication, he knows he's touched somewhere sensitive... and in a very good way.
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"Yeessss..."
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For now, he'll continue with the soft little licks - some to her inner thighs, but most to that spot he's found that makes her moan and gasp.