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Learning you by heart (11/?)

Merry Christmas to everyone!!

I currently don't have more of this story written and I'm short on time so please bear with me, thank you xx

SMUT WARNING 18+, entire chapter is smut

Chapter 11: Everything and more

The cab ride to your house was one filled with giddy glances and small touches that made you warm enough to take off your scarf to find some relief. It was impossible to keep the atmosphere casual when all you and Natasha could do was giggle like two fools in love as you sat at the back, both fighting the urge to kiss the other to maintain some implicit social rules to avoid making the driver uncomfortable. Your hand was over her sheer tights tracing small circles into her thigh. You imagined different shapes that you drew against her, your touch outlining hearts and stars along the muscle of her outer thigh, the corners of Natasha’s lips remaining up in a small grin that couldn’t be wiped off her face. The driver dropped you off in front of the brownstone, you and Natasha rushing up the steps. You dug out your key and unlocked the door, kicking it shut after Natasha had entered, both of you dropping your purses to the floor and tugging off your outerwear. The second you were free of your coat, Natasha’s hands were on your body, pulling you close, her lips kissing their way down your jaw to your lips.

She brought your leg up as high as your dress allowed, gathering the fabric up in the process to be able to lift you into her arms. She did it so effortlessly that you felt a visceral reaction to it, a moan leaving your lips. Her hands found your buttocks, smoothing over the curve of your behind, the outside of your thighs before going up your back to your shoulders and arms. She repeated the circle a few times, simply feeling your body against hers, your legs wrapped around her waist tightly, arms around her neck as you kissed her breathless. Your heels slipped off your feet, thudding somewhere on the floor of the entrance as Natasha carried you into the living room, plopping down on the cushions rather carelessly, a small squeal leaving your mouth as you squished her into the couch, eliciting a joyous chuckle from her before your lips were once more connected. She rubbed your thighs again, simply to feel you, reminding herself that you were real, you were warm and alive in her arms. You were right there touching her, pressed up against her.

“You look so gorgeous tonight”, Natasha said quietly into the kiss, the words tickling your lips, bringing a smile to your face.

“So do you.” You chuckled softly, arching yourself a little closer to her when you felt her hands at the back of your dress, tracing the zipper of it, her fingertips flicking the pull tab. She pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, your hands playing with her hair at the back of her head, gently scratching her neck.

“Can I?” Her hand found the zipper, ready to pull it down.

“Yeah”, you breathed out the words in between chaste pecks against her lips. You felt your stomach flip when you heard the gentle purr of the zipper as it slid down, the cool air of the room brushing over your warm back. It made you want to shiver, the entire situation did. She eyed you intensely as she undressed your top half, carefully peeling down the fabric to reveal your lace bra. It was the most beautiful one you owned and the fact that you had put it on just in case was luckily paying off. Your cheeks heated rapidly, burning up as her gaze slid down to your breasts, her hands uncovering you like you were a neatly wrapped Christmas present. The look in her eyes was soft, adoring, your nipples straining against the thin lace of the bra when you felt her fingertips skim over your breasts. You couldn’t help but move, your hips pressing down on her lap as you squirmed slightly, unable to handle the undivided attention that was directed at you. It made you buzz in a way that you hadn’t felt with anyone you had recently been with. You had forgotten how thrilling it was to feel such strong infatuation.

“I love the bra”, she hummed softly, allowing her thumb to swipe over the lace cup, rubbing over your hard nipple in the process. She could barely see the darker patch of skin through the dark red bra, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation.

“Good. I chose it for you”, you whispered with a small, infectious smirk on your lips that Natasha immediately returned, pleased out of her mind. She allowed her left hand to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, her eyes rising up to see your reaction to her touch. You blinked slowly as if resisting the urge to just close your eyes and sink into her. “Take it off”, you moaned lightly, desperate to get out of your clothes so that you could feel her against your bare skin. You kissed her with such fervent passion that Natasha could be nothing but flattered by it.

“Shh, baby, slowly. I’m not going anywhere.” She laughed quietly, affectionately, caressing the side of your head, her mouth lingering close to your own, unable to fully part from you. “I want to savor the moment.” She said in a playful tone, earning a breathy chuckle from you.

“Mmh, savor it some other time.” You sighed at the feel of her right hand joining her left one on your chest, both of your breasts getting equal treatment. Your comment made her laugh again, Natasha leaning in to kiss you. She would have loved to keep teasing you, but it was impossible for her to resist the temptation of seeing you bare. She wanted to know if you looked the same, if you felt the same, had the same birthmark, moles, and freckles. She wanted so very badly to know more.

“Hmm, alright, detka (baby). I’ll let it slide this time.” Her words and the tone she spoke with made a spark of warmth glide down your spine. You had a feeling you were not going to get your way for the rest of the night. She unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms to let your breasts free from the support of the lingerie. She swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to latch onto your perky nipple, the alluring smile on your face bringing a blush to her cheeks, their pinkness only deepening. Unable to control the raging passion inside her she threw you down onto the couch cushions, eliciting a joyous scream from you that was followed by a long giggle as your head hit the pillow at the end of the couch. She knelt between your legs, her hands caressing your outer thighs and knees as she looked down at you, your hair splayed out to frame your face. Your eyes met, your wild grin squeezing at Natasha’s heart.

You lifted your hips up enough to allow you to slide your dress and the waistband of your tights down your hips, Natasha’s eyes glued on the way the act made your breasts move, causing her to lag behind slightly before she realized to help you with undressing, peeling your tights off slowly to avoid ripping them. You were left with the bottom piece of your matching lingerie set, the dark red triangle disappearing between your legs.

“Fuck.” The word was nothing but a whisper, so imperceptible that you weren’t sure if you had imagined it. Natasha wasted no time in leaning over you, your hands finding her waist to welcome her into your arms. She kissed your lips hastily, impatiently as if unable to decide which part of you to kiss first, the kisses descending down your jaw and neck, Natasha dizzy with arousal when her lips trailed over the sensitive skin of your throat before reaching your collarbones. She nipped you gently, making you gasp, more goosebumps finding your skin, your hands moving into her hair to mess up her styled curls. You brushed your fingers through them, ruffling them up to make them messy because there was nothing sexier than a woman with a messy bed head. Once her curls were fluffed up to perfection, your hands found her dress again, tugging on it feebly to communicate to her that you wanted it off. Your hands moved rather automatically to the back of the dress to pull down the zipper. Natasha backed away from your neck enough to get the entire dress off her, your hands baring her upper body completely, throwing the piece of clothing to the floor. You gasped in surprise at the lack of underwear you had just discovered, staring right at Natasha’s bare breasts. She smirked at your obvious reaction, bracing herself against the couch to leave a small gap between you as you unabashedly admired her figure, taking in her dark pink nipples, the fullness of her heavy breasts, the way her collarbones framed her chest.

“My god, you’re beautiful”, you whispered in awe, your hand reaching up to cup her breast. She was truly a sight with her tousled hair, sexy eyes, and plump lips that you had kissed pink. The skin of her chest was warm and oh-so silky smooth, prompting you to touch her with both of your hands. You fondled her chest, rubbing your hands over her upper body in a way that made Natasha’s eyes flutter shut, your touch causing her to melt right into you. She moved her head lower, her wet kisses finally finding your chest. She glanced up at you, unable to wipe off her smile, her tongue licking over one of your breasts with ardent greed. You arched your back off the couch, tugging her hips tighter against your own with one hand, the other gripping her hair in a way that Natasha was going to remember forever. You moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapping around your nipple, your other breast getting palmed by her hand.

“Oh, mmh, that feels so good, love”, you whispered, your eyes closed and body feeling heavy. Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, her mouth full of your breast, her teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, the sounds making your underwear damper than they already were. She moved over to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment before moving lower, kissing down your abdomen to your navel and hips where she found the mark she had been looking for. You still had the same patch of discoloration in the shape of a disfigured star on your skin, although it wasn’t under your left breast, but on your right hip instead. Natasha kissed over it, like she always had, her eyes threatening to sting with tears from discovering yet another part of the old you that she had lost.

She sat up, her hands stroking casually over your bare legs, her feather-light touch making you shiver. You were so wet you could feel it, your body pushing out more arousal as you pulsed around nothing, beyond ready for more. She looked down at your thighs, following the movement of her hand as her finger dipped to your inner thigh, caressing the lace of your underwear, the look on her face one of admiration. You felt your cheeks flush with a searing heat as you imagined all the possibilities you had at hand, your gaze dipping down to her mouth, those lips curving into a slight smirk. She leaned down to kiss your knee, stroking her hand up your thigh, nearly making you tremble with such a simple act.

“Tell me, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need.” It was as if she could see right into your mind, so in tune with you and your thoughts. You bit your lip, tucking your face against your shoulder to hide how affected you were by her, your stomach bubbling with warmth. After gathering yourself, you managed to sit up, your lips finding hers rather automatically, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of her tights. Natasha caught onto your wishes, lifting her hips off the couch by getting onto your knees, your hands pulling the sheer fabric down her thighs, your mouths busy exchanging sloppy kisses. She changed her position again to allow you to inch the tights down her calves and off her feet until she was bare for you. She leaned over you, pushing you onto your back, her hand cupping your sex, lips only deepening your kiss as your own hand found its way between her strong thighs. Your fingertips felt over the black lace of her thong, the fabric damp in a very telling way, your lips threatening to stretch into a smile in the middle of your kiss.

The way Natasha kissed you was indescribable. It felt needy, desperate, yet passionate. If you would have had to describe it with a single word, you would have used starved. The touch of her lips was deliciously bruising, her tongue dominant and firm. She wasn’t afraid to use teeth, she wasn’t afraid to touch you, she wasn’t afraid to please you, her confidence shining through rather clearly. She knew what she was doing, and somehow, she seemed to know what she was doing with you. Her hand moved between your legs, her hips adding more pressure over your core, Natasha swallowing your moans. It felt dizzying. You felt intoxicated, the touch of her hand creating a compelling pull inside you that seemed to hit every single one of your nerves just right. She replaced her hand with her hips so that she would be able to touch the rest of you, her hand sliding up your abdomen to grope your breast on the way to your face. She gripped your chin, guiding you to tilt your head back slightly to find a better angle before her hand sank into your hair, tugging it gently from the roots.

Her hips ground down on you roughly, her back arching with each thrust, your rushed breaths tickling each other’s faces. You met the movement of her hips, your underwear rubbing together to create friction, but it was nowhere near enough. You felt her moan into your mouth, the sound erupting goosebumps all over you, any signs of pleasure from her making your veins fill with electricity. Soon enough the thrill of it all made you run out of breath, prompting you to pull away from the kiss, both panting heavily, your arms caressing Natasha’s naked body as she leaned back slightly to give you some space, your eyes immediately dropping to her breasts and the way her abdominal muscles rippled beneath her skin with every movement of her hips.

“God, you’re sexy”, you breathed out, your hands moving to her breasts, drawn in by her pink nipples and the softness of her skin. She let out a small, amused huff. Natasha had no words for you. She couldn’t say a thing, not with the whirlwind of emotion that was inside her. She couldn’t process a single thing. She couldn’t. All she could do was devour you in another kiss that left you completely breathless.

You hadn’t felt that kind of passion perhaps ever. You hadn’t encountered such raw human need before, Natasha’s rough touch still delicate in all the right places as she eased off you slightly, her hand finding its way between your legs again. She rubbed you over your underwear, breaking off from the wet kiss to see your face. You stared up at her through your heavy eyelids, admiring the undeniably dominant air that she carried. She had a soft look on her face as she observed your every reaction to her touch, her fingers rubbing circles over the wet patch in your underwear. It felt far too good, your lips parting on their own to let the moans and soft whimpers pass. The weight of her hot, lithe, yet strong body on top of you was perfect as you squirmed slightly beneath her, your body unable to quite contain the pleasure she brought you. She kissed your lips between moans, your cheek, your hair, her mouth leaving no part of you untouched. Her right hand and her lips caressed you like you were something delicate, something valuable, yet the hand between your legs grew rougher.

You let out a quiet yelp, your breathing loud and heavy by her ear. God, she hadn’t even touched you properly without a barrier in the way and you were ready to come. Your hips rolled against her hand impatiently, your own hands exploring the expanse of her back, sliding down to her buttocks, your dominant hand dipping between them where her thong was still covering her up. Your fingertips reached lower, finding that wetness that you knew to be there. You tried to remain patient as you touched her clothed sex, but when Natasha swallowed down her grunt you felt yourself lose any semblance of patience you might have had. You tugged on the underwear, peeling it over her buttocks, eliciting a small chuckle from Natasha.

“Impatient, I like it”, she mumbled with a slight smile on her lips, kissing your cheek firmly before pulling away enough to allow you to see what you were uncovering as you slid the small piece of black lace down her thighs, your eyes nailed on the triangle of light orange hair between her legs. You couldn’t help but sit up slightly to see her better, your hands caressing the silky skin of her legs, your dominant hand brushing the inside of her thigh that was even softer than the muscular outside of her thigh. She shivered, you could see it, noticed the goosebumps that found her skin as your fingertips brushed only barely over her pubic hair. Her breathing was heavy, her abdominal muscles contracting in anticipation. You glanced up at her for permission, receiving a gentle nod from her as you slid your fingers over her folds, her hand finding your knee for support, a quiet gasp leaving her. She was soaked through, effortlessly coating your fingers with slick. You felt your entire body react to the feel of her wet folds, the heated skin there soft and smooth. You bit your lip, already able to imagine how good that part of her would feel against you, against your mouth, against your sex.

“You’re unreal.” The disbelief was evident in your tone. It was hard for you to believe that someone so beautiful could exist, could be near you, could want you. She seemed to keel over slightly, her eyes sliding shut against her own will as you moved your hand, properly feeling around her sex, applying a generous amount of pressure on her. “You’re so wet, fuck.” She bit her plump lower lip, her breath slightly ragged as she focused fully on the feeling you gave her, savoring it with everything she had.

“Mmh, Y/N.” You hadn’t expected her saying your name to cause such a prominent reaction in your body, electricity spreading down back and through your limbs, your hips squirming slightly with the need to be touched. You were both desperate for the other and it was so obvious that had you not been so affected by her you would have found it hilarious.

Her hand moved down your thigh and between your legs, moving up slightly to find the waistband of your underwear. She lingered in your touch for just a moment longer before pulling back, both of her hands grasping the flimsy lace and pulling it up your thighs in one swift movement. Her gentle hands guided your knees apart, spreading you fully open for her, the way she skimmed her fingertips over your inner thighs making your legs tremble almost imperceptibly, like a shiver going through you. She sat back on the couch, her thumb swiping gently over your folds, over your clit, making you gasp rather loudly at the throb that went through you.

“Talk about wet”, she chuckled in a pleased tone, stroking your clit a few more times to see you writhe on the cushions. You couldn’t help but laugh yourself. You knew exactly how wet you were. You had been uncomfortably wet ever since leaving the party.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You gave her a little smirk, one that Natasha immediately returned as she got onto her knees. You straightened your left leg, your thoughts clearly aligned, both aiming for the same thing. You let out a soft giggle that was a mix of excitement and disbelief over the fact that somehow she seemed to know what you were after as she straddled your lower half.

“What am I gonna do about it?” She repeated in a teasing chuckle. “I’m gonna ride you, malyshka (baby).” You attempted to bite back your moan when she lowered herself down on you, your hands immediately finding her hips to grip, your mouth opening in a ragged gasp.

“Shit, Natasha”, you moaned heavily at the wetness of her sex against yours, a quiet squelch sounding between your connected bodies. Your eyes rolled back, another moan sounding from you, accompanied by a matching one from Natasha.

“Oh, baby, mmh.” She fought the weight of her eyelids to be able to see all the ways in which pleasure contorted your features. She loved how your brows furrowed, how your irritated lips parted, how your eyes screwed shut. She could feel every tiny movement of your body when you were connected, her walls fluttering from pure arousal as she ground herself against you as slowly as she could possibly muster, taking her time with you, with the all-consuming pleasure, with the entire moment. “You’re perfect.” You couldn’t respond to her, your chest heaving with each loud exhale you let out, your hips gyrating up into her own, hands pulling her down as tightly as possible. Her pale body was blushing from the neck down, the dusting of pink over her cheeks reaching over her nose and up to her ears. You wished you would have had more hands to touch her, the mesmerizing movement of her body making her breast bounce in a way that made you unabashedly want to touch them, her rosy nipples begging to be suckled. You wanted to see the shade turn a vibrant pink, a deep, delicious pink. You moved your hands down to her thighs, rubbing over the smooth skin there before dipping to her buttocks. You moaned at the way she rolled her hips against you, the warmth inside you spreading all over your body as you brought your hands back to her hips, your thumbs rubbing over her hip bones. Your touch slid up to her waist, caressing her abdomen, tracing the muscles there. It made Natasha seek more of it by leaning over you, her mouth finding yours on its own.

“You feel so good”, you nearly whimpered, pushing yourself up against her with your feet, your dominant hand finding her lower back to keep her in place, the other hugging her tightly, nails sinking into her muscular back to leave behind light pink lines. She ground down harder. “Oh, yes! Mmh.”

“Fuck, detka (baby). You like it that much, hm?”

“More, Natasha, please… Harder.” You sounded desperate, her hips grinding against you feverishly, each ardent stroke of her sex against yours building up the pressure between your legs, your muscles starting to cramp in a way that made you gasp for air as you clung to Natasha’s sweaty body, your mouth pressed into her neck, teeth scraping the skin as you panted heavily right beside her ear. You gripped her roughly, Natasha hissing in pleasure at the way your nails dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and her back. Despite all your huffing, you managed to find her lips once more, focusing all your efforts into kissing the moans off her lips. You bit down on her lower lip, trying to control the sensation in your body, but you soon parted from her. She placed a wet kiss on your lips before pushing herself upright, her hand smoothing over your breasts and abdomen in the process as she sat up properly, her sex aligned over yours in a more direct way. She was panting heavily, holding in her little moans as she eased herself off you, her eyes moving down to your wet folds. You saw the string of slick that connected you to her, your head lolling back, accompanied by a groan.

“God, that’s hot”, you mumbled incoherently. She was too hot for you to handle, yet you forced yourself to get onto your elbows to see her properly no matter how badly you just wanted to melt into the couch.

Natasha brought her hand to your folds, her thumb stroking over your clit. You flinched at the direct contact, feeling incredibly sensitive to any of her efforts. You watched her bite her lip as she spread your folds open for her to gain better access to your clit before lowering herself back down. You hissed softly, your body on overdrive. It felt far too delicious to have her clit pressed up against your own, to feel it glide smoothly against you as she moved her hips in a slow grind. A slight moan tumbled from her lips, her full weight resting over you after she found her desired angle. She threw her messy hair back to get it out of her face, her right hand reaching for your knee to find support as she began to roll her hips against your own at a steady pace, her left hand finding your chest. She traced the shape of your breast before squeezing it firmly, her hand remaining there as she ground down even harder, building the pace up into rough thrusts that made you see stars. You slowly lost control of the noises you made and the hands that were gripping her thighs, pleasure rippling through you with such urgency and intensity that all you could do was take it as you sank fully into the cushions. The noises you made were nothing short of lewd, your low, loud moans mixed with unintelligible whimpers and heavy panting.

“I’m-” The coil in your abdomen was ready to snap, the pressure in your muscles reaching its peak effortlessly. You were far too aroused to resist it, your body trying its best to process the overload of pleasure, causing you to writhe beneath her. You hid your face against your shoulder, unaware of even doing so until you felt a hand on your chin, Natasha’s touch guiding you to look at her.

“Let me see you come, detka (baby).” She spoke quietly despite the way her hips rutted into you. She held your chin firmly, the grip of her fingers making you lose any semblance of composure you had left. She was perfect. You couldn’t help but to give her what she wanted, longing to please her. You tried your best to hold your eyes open, catching just a glimpse of her muscular body, the tantalizing manner in which her hips rutted into yours hard enough to make the couch shake, before your body reached its limit and threw you over the edge into a sea of pleasure. Your eyes squeezed shut with a guttural moan, mouth agape, gasping for air between whimpers as you pulsed around nothing, your muscles releasing the tension that had accumulated in your body in short bursts that felt undeniably delicious, dizzying, intoxicating. You could barely hear her moans over your own, but you could feel the tremor in her thighs, her erratic thrusts against you as you came, the stimulus only spurring your release on and making it even more intense.

Natasha was losing her ability to function, the pleasure coursing through enough to immobilize her, but she wasn’t quite there yet, her firm hand pressing your thigh down to open you as wide as the couch would allow, the fresh slick that was dripping out of you with each pulse of your body was mouth-watering, but it also lessened the friction between you. She let out a muffled groan, biting her lip as a whimper escaped her. She was so close, god, she was right there. She just needed a little push to find release, just a little bit more.

“Come on, baby, come”, you moaned, gripping her thighs a little harder, attempting to thrust your hips up to provide at least a bit of counterforce. The noises from your bodies were obscene, the loud, sloppy squelching causing something primal to stir within you. The feeling was hard to explain, a mere jumble of emotion and raw need. “Fuck, you’re so wet, fuck. Oh, my god.” Her eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back, face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape as she finally reached her peak, her entire body jerking forward from the intensity of her release. You saw the way her abdominal muscles contracted, her body slowing down to focus on the warm electricity that consumed her, each pulse of her sex against yours making her whole body twitch. The sight was mesmerizing, she was mesmerizing, her pale body blushing pink in all the right places, a gentle sheen of sweat covering her neck and chest. Her hair was a mess, eyes filled with the kind of lust that made you blush and look away.

“That’s it”, Natasha praised quietly as she came down from her orgasm, easing her thrusts into a slower grind that allowed you a better opportunity for both of you to really savor the feeling. “Good girl.” She brought your knee to her chest, hugging it tightly to deepen the movement as if to massage you with her body, her eyes threatening to roll back from the thought of coming against you, the combination of your arousals warm and sticky between you.

“Natasha.” It was all you could really say. You had no words. Your body relaxed slowly from your release, but you could tell that it was already building back up with Natasha’s restless hips on yours. “Mmh.” You got up onto your elbows, intending to sit up, but her hand found your chest again to push you back down, her lips capturing yours in a firm kiss. One of your hands came up to her chest to massage her breast, the other at her lower back. The kiss was long and deep, her tongue caressing the seam of your lips, but now quite dipping inside yet.

“What is it, pretty girl?” Her voice was smooth, the words whispered against your lips. You could barely take it, your lips spreading into a huge grin. You simply felt so amazing.

“You’re so… sexy.” It came out in a sigh of pure awe and wonder of her beauty. Your hands moved up to her face, cupping her blazing cheeks as you looked her in the eyes. She had a slight smirk on her lips, your eyes locked.

“Thank y-” The words got muffled by your lips because you were too impatient to let her finish. You giggled into the kiss, feeling so light beneath her, the sensation of contentment something you hadn’t quite been expecting. Somehow you had gotten used to less than pleasant sexual encounters that had blurred the value of emotional intimacy. You had almost forgotten what it was like to truly enjoy yourself, enjoy the presence of the other, and above all have fun together. Your joy and relief were contagious, the small giggles you let out infecting Natasha. She chuckled softly, pulling away from the messy kiss because you were both clearly feeling too much to be able to focus on kissing. You stared at each other with wild grins on your lips, your hands caressing her heated cheeks. “You’re everything I’ve been looking for”, she mumbled, pecking your lips, but she mostly just kissed your teeth that were bared by your smile. You gathered yourself enough to reciprocate the innocent kiss, but a small shift of her hips reminded you just how far from innocent you two were.

“God, we are messy”, you groaned, moving your hips against hers to really feel the slick between you, your hand reaching down to find the sloppy wetness you had created. Your fingers slid to her sex, rubbing her folds to coat your fingers with your combined come, Natasha’s body arching automatically closer to you as if unable to hold herself back, her heaving chest pressing against your own.

“We are.” She moaned the words out in a low, breathy sound that made ripples of electricity flash across your skin. She sounded downright erotic. You brought your hand back up to your faces, fingers glistening with the aftermath of your release. You gave her a small smirk before sliding the digits into your mouth, Natasha’s head dropping beside your own from how affected she was by the sight, an imperceptible curse muttered into your ear. Her taste was mild, not nearly enough to satisfy you. You wanted more, and you wanted it straight from the source.

After managing to catch your breaths, Natasha moved off you, squeezing herself between you and the couch, your heads resting on the decorative pillow, hands caressing the other in a languid manner that made your nerves perk up. Natasha’s hand was in your hair, scratching your scalp gently as you both just reveled in the warmth and comfort that followed your orgasms. There was no rush, no need to carry on until you both felt like it, your hand circling her plump breast in a way that already entailed that there was more to come. She kissed your lips, savoring every tiny brush of your sensitive skin against hers, unable to believe that she had gotten what she had wanted, that she once more had you all to herself. She could have cried, but she didn’t want to, deepening the kiss to distract herself from the complicated mess in her mind, your tongue meeting her own, your hand finding her jaw to guide the kiss. You barely had the willpower to part from her, your kisses moving down her neck to her chest, your mouth hungry for the sight you had been admiring all night long. Your lips found the curve of her breast, your walls throbbing from the sole thought of sucking on her nipples, Natasha’s eyes sliding shut, her hand massaging your head. You scooted lower on the couch, burrowing your face into her breasts, rapidly reawakening the desire that you felt for her. There was nothing you wanted more than her. You wanted to touch every part of her, lick and bite her skin, taste her, hear her, consume her. Your lips found her nipple, sucking on it harshly to elicit a gentle gasp from her.

It was rather evident that Natasha could not remain still, her limbs moving restlessly as you licked a wide strip over her breast, squeezing it with your hand. You were throbbing, ready for so much more. She moved onto her back to allow you better access to her other breast, your busy mouth kissing over to the other side to allow your tongue to circle her taut nipple. You flicked your tongue over it before sucking on it hard enough to make the shade of pink the most vibrant it could be. It reminded you of roses, of the most beautiful flowers imaginable and even then, those delicate petals would have paled in comparison to Natasha’s beauty. You opened your mouth wider, fitting more of her into your mouth, your teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, a heavy sigh leaving her. Your spit covered her chest, your mouth unafraid to drool all over her as you massaged her with your lips and tongue, lavishing her with attention.

Natasha was once more uncomfortably wet, her thighs squeezing together in anticipation as she thought about how good that mouth of yours would feel between her legs. She was beyond ready to just melt on your tongue. She felt butterflies invade her stomach when your kisses started to move south, going over her abdominal muscles, slowly, kiss by kiss, moving to her pelvis. Natasha’s heart was hammering in her chest before your mouth even reached her pubic bone, an overwhelming rush in her head from the love she felt for you. She wanted to tell you how much you meant to her. She wanted to hold you and kiss you and let you know that she had never loved anyone as much as she loved you, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t say a word, so she settled for tangling her hands in your hair as your mouth pressed over the most sensitive parts of her.

“Right there, detka (baby).” Your arms pulled her closer to you, hugging her in a way that could only be considered as greedy as your tongue lapped at her swollen clit, adamant to make her come again, to witness her whimper from your touch. You had such a drive to please her, a need to put her first, to give her whatever she might have needed because of how good she made you feel simply by existing. You wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, maybe even feel more than just affection toward you. The desire was so intense; pure infatuation that felt impossible to ignore. You laved your tongue against her, spurred on by Natasha’s quiet, weak moans that were the result of her trying to hold back just how good you made her feel, but as the pressure in her lower abdomen grew, her hips starting to buck into your mouth, she lost control. You could feel yourself get lost in the act of pleasing her, sinking into her warmth, into the softness of her delicate skin, needy for more. “Mmh, right there.” Her hands left your hair to avoid hurting you, moving to grip the cushions instead. She was beautiful, just the sight of her splayed out for you enough to make your heart jump. You loved everything about it. You loved her heady scent, the alluring shade of dark pink, the warmth she radiated. She was captivating, mesmerizing, alluring. She was irresistible in every sense of the word.

You pulsed your mouth against her, Natasha’s other hand flailing for something to grasp to control the pressure in her body, but in vain. Nothing was enough to make her overcome the pleasure that she experienced, the harder you sucked on her, the deeper she seemed to slip inside her own body. Her back arched off the couch, her legs hugging you closer as her left hand found your hair again, her grip tightening to be almost painful, the other squeezing the pillow beneath her head. She panted loudly, gasping for air, toes curling, muscles tensing. You sucked harder, longer, your hand finding its way below your chin, fingertips circling her entrance to give her an idea of what you had in mind.

“Yes!” You didn’t even have to ask for her opinion, the answer coming out in a low moan as she tugged on your hair impatiently. You slid your index finger effortlessly into her, the warm wetness of her sex enveloping you in its heat. You groaned quietly against her, the vibrations causing Natasha to bite her hand, her hips rocking into your face and fingers in search of more. She needed you to reach deeper, move faster.

“Is this good? Does it feel good?” You asked in a breathy whisper against her folds, gauging for what she enjoyed during sex.

“More”, she whined, rolling her hips into your hand a little harder. You brought your mouth back down to her clit, ensuring that her orgasm didn’t completely slip away from her as you slid another digit inside her to caress her slick walls. She let out a soft hum at the stretch, her hips immediately matching the pace you set for your fingers as you pumped them in and out of her, your mouth picking back up to rapid pulsing to make the best out of the experience. Natasha yelped at the stimulus, so incredibly close to her release that she could barely meet the movement of your hand anymore from how rigid her muscles were growing, the tension in her body begging for a release. You quickened the pace of your hand to give your jaw a slight break, but when she whined quietly at the loss of friction, your mouth was right back at it, going twice as hard just to please her.

“Oh, Y/N.” Her moans grew louder, unrestricted, accompanied by sharp gasps, her body trembling against you for a few more seconds before she could no longer hold herself back from the pleasure that made her lightheaded. And then you felt it, her walls clamping around your fingers abruptly, squeezing you tightly to keep you in place. She let out a small cry, her core tightening, body convulsing. It took her a long time to come down from her high, her body feeling spent, heavy, fully satisfied and content with your fingers still inside her as you kissed her folds, her inner thighs, and pelvis.

You barely got to catch your breath properly before her lips were on yours, kissing all the air out of your lungs, tasting herself on your lips. She might not have been able to tell you how much she loved you, but she could show you the raw desperation that bled through from every passionate kiss, every generous touch of her hand seeming to reflect her admiration toward you. She sat up on the couch, pulling you into her embrace to keep you close, her lips pecking yours a few times before deepening the connection. It was so easy to get lost in her, get lost in the sensuality of it all. Her hand traced circles around your pelvis, effectively making you shiver from anticipation, her fingers barely brushing over your pubic bone, your muscles contracting from how sensitive you were to even just a graze of her fingernails. Her hands moved to your buttocks in your knelt sitting position, rubbing over the smooth skin in circles, giving the flesh a proper squeeze as if warming you up for what was to come.

“What do you want, baby?” She crooned against your lips. She loved how bashful you had always been in bed. She loved that you were not usually inclined to voice out your desires, intending to tease you slightly, her touch turning lighter, tantalizing. You let out a small, disappointed sigh at the loss of proper contact.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your response came out with no shame, catching Natasha off guard, your seductive tone reaching right between her legs. Now, there was something new. “I want your tongue in my pussy”, you whispered almost imperceptibly, your fingertips caressing her jaw and neck, an alluring smile on your face, one that would’ve made Natasha kneel for you. “Is that alright with you?” The question was equally teasing, challenging Natasha’s dominant demeanor, a wide grin finding her lips.

“More than alright, just be careful what you ask for, dorogaya (darling).” Your laughter that followed was dismissing, but you couldn’t completely hide the effect that gently condescending tone had on you, your skin prickling with goosebumps. She moved out of your reach, yanking you to the edge of the couch by your legs in one swift move that made you squeal. The sound was followed by a giddy giggle as she manhandled you into position, throwing your legs over her shoulders. You sank right into her embrace, your head falling to the side, eyes staring at the golden Christmas lights you had put up when you had decorated the living room with Natasha, the statues and baubles disappearing into oblivion when Natasha’s mouth pressed over your sensitive skin, your eyes sliding shut on their own.

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