whenshewasnice | Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning

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Room 334, Copacabana Palace, Rio, Sunday Morning

Despite some major bumps along the way, this Spring Break week had righted itself eventually, even if it hadn't been without a lot of painful past things discussed. Natalie supposed that was something you did when you wanted your relationship to be about more than just hanging out.

Not that that made it any easier.

But waking up seemed to be easy today, at least in the sense that coming into consciousness wasn't immediately followed by being metaphorically hit in the face with the mistakes of days past. With a sigh, she covered the arm around her with her own, and slid her fingers between Sam's. This morning was already better than the previous one had been.

[ooc: For one, and inna separate post to not break the trip one (again, sorry about that)!]

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Natalie had no real plan of doing that, either, he could rest assured.

"I haven't been bored yet," she murmured, soft kisses trailing a little more to the side instead of staright down because she was a tease like that. And enjoying herself. "Probably speaks for itself that I suggested rooming together. I'm not expecting to get bored."

"Yeah." Yeah, she had suggested that and it had surprised him but now he was warming to the idea. He was also warming because she was getting closer to where he really wanted her to kiss.

"Yeah, you did suggest that." He nodded and sounded distracted. "We should do that."

Not for the first time this morning, Natalie chuckled at him, quietly, with a few puffs of warm air against his skin.

"You sound distracted," she murmured, tracing the curve of his hipbone with her lips.

"I'm distracted." He was, he really was. "You should keep making me more distracted. I could do with more distraction, Nat. Think you can do that?"

It was hard to sound challenging when he felt so nice.

Natalie snickered at his attempts again, anyway. "Mmm." She moved, though. More towards the center, with kisses that were soft and almost lazy.

And then, after some hesitation/teasing (hard to tell, really), just with the tip of her tongue, she drew out a long lick along his cock.

Yes, she could distract him further.

Yeah, he was definitely distracted. And he was letting a quiet moan slip out unbidden. His back arched off the bed just slightly and he sighed after that man."

"God," he mumbled, having not experienced that kind of feeling for a long time.

Well, it was his lucky moment then, wasn't it? Because, encouraged by that reaction she did it again. And then again, but with more the flat of her tongue.

Experimenting. There was nothing she couldn't be analytical about.

Of course she was analytical about it. Of course she was. And his responses ranged from squirming (there was a lot) to sighing (and a lot of that) to even her name slipping out from between parted lips every so often.

His hips wanted to move but he kept them still and just gripped the sheets of the bed to keep himself from arching up towards her.

Being analytical was a helpful skill in life, especially when faced with new things. Such as this one. Which may have explained the slightly tentative quality to her licks, and the few kisses she dropped against his skin in between.

Though maybe it just read as teasing. For the moment.

"You know," she said, after a slightly different kind of hesitation, "I haven't done this before."

Somehow she felt obligated to state that out loud. To... lower his expectations of whatever might happen, or something.

"What?" Sam asked, sounding a little distracted before he blinked and processed what she said. That -- Sam didn't know why it made her sound vulnerable but she did. Luckily, he wasn't going to say that to her.

"Oh Nat, you don't have to," he said, already trying to reach for her to pull her back up towards him. "You don't have to. We can do something else."

He didn't even have to say it. Natalie knew it made her sound vulnerable, because saying it made her feel vulnerable.

Though so did the fact that it felt like he was protecting her now, so she didn't immediately move when he tried reaching for her. "I didn't mean it like that," she said, though perhaps pointlessly, as she was pretty sure that particular moment had now passed.

"I know but I want you to know that you don't have to do anything for me like that," Sam said, still trying to reach for her since he wasn't trying to make her feel vulnerable either.

"There are lots of other things we can do," he mumbled, glancing down at her.

Natalie relented and moved up, though slowly. "Such as?"

Okay, no, she could have named various things but she just felt a little weird now. Vulnerability was not her strong suit. It'd pass.

"Such as a lot of things," he said, leaning up to kiss her. "I could do that sort of thing to you. Think you'd like that?"

"Possibly." If she could relax again. Her words got murmured against his lips, though, because she could still kiss him, softly. "Probably."

"We'll do that, then," Sam murmured, rubbing her shoulders and feeling some of that tension. "Nat, relax. Relax. It's okay. Lay back and relax."

"Easier said," Natalie muttered, and snagged another kiss from him. And then she shifted off him and flopped onto her back beside him.

"I know," he answered, shifting so he was again on top. He immediately let his lips find her chest and started slowly wandering down, pressing open mouthed kisses to all that nice, pale skin.

He licked over one nipple several times and gave it both a nip and a suck just to get her worked back up again.

Natalie sighed as she lay back and tried to get back into a mental space that wasn't overly concerned with being a perfectionist and dealing poorly with vague feelings of failure.

Admittedly all the attention he was giving her nipple did actually help with that, and when she closed her eyes and sighed again, it was a slightly better sounding sigh than the one before.

They'd have to talk about how she felt later but for now, he was gonna make sure she felt really damn good again. He wasn't having these feelings of failure.

He didn't spend too much time on her breasts (nice as they were) because he had another aim. His lips journeyed down the center of her belly, licking around the navel while his hands pushed at her knees, trying to give himself a little more room to work.

Natalie parted her legs far more willingly than she was going to be having any sort of feeling-related discussion later on. But, that was exactly what that was for, later, and right now she was just trying to stay in the moment with him.

She even reached one hand down to play with his hair, for a little more of that soft sort of intimacy she'd managed to get them sidetracked with earlier. It was better than flaunting her insecurities.

Sam slid a calming hand across her stomach before kissing each inner thigh lightly. He glanced up at her, just checking for reactions before he did finally move to lick her, long and slow.

He took his time, trying to let her savor it in the hopes that she'd stop thinking. To better encourage that, he followed the first slow lick with a series of quick, sharp licks.

She breathed deep with the slow lick, then let out a gasp at the sharper ones, her hand tightening around his hair for a second before it resumed its absent brushing. Not a total loss of thinking but she was managing to relax somewhat.

Well, new tensions were probably going to strat building up sometime soon, but that was a different thing.

She could start getting tense in good ways. Sam approved of that. He also approved of how she tasted, really. He hadn't done this in awhile so he hoped he was doing a decent job.

His tongue pushed inside her, stretching as far as possible before sliding it and thrusting right back in. He used the tip of his tongue to push down hard on her clit (hello there, Natalie) before sliding his tongue right back inside her again.

He hoped she liked that.

Oh, she did. Enough for the stray thought of jealousy over his confidence at this (her brain worked overtime, she couldn't help it) to completely evaporate and leave her mind, which was no small feat.

She moaned. She also tugged on his hair. Hopefully he wouldn't mind.

Definitely getting good tension going.

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