...She started it! She initiated it! That meant no one, especially her, could accuse him of just thinking she was hot and valuing nothing else about her!
So now that he finally could, he returned the kiss with warmth, delight, and no small amount of relief -- that kick to the spine every time he felt tempted wasn't really comfortable, after all. Now he could finally, finally lean in and lose himself in the feeling of her lips against his and her body in his arms.
Movie? What movie? Only one thing could possibly have his full and entire attention right now!
There would be room for argument in the who started it category, and she would firmly rest on the side that pulling a woman into one's arms is certainly a way to initiate intimacy. Natasha was only doing what came natural when she felt the warmth of his body pressed so clearly against hers. They'd only been dancing around their attraction for what felt forever-- aka, the moment they met.
Fingers ran themselves through the tiny hairs at the back of his neck while they kissed. Soft and pliant opened and she happily twisted her tongue around and against his. It was all very lazy at first, used to explore and taste. Natasha liked to figure out how a person liked to be kissed, what they did with their hands, their tongue and teeth so that she could eventually match the fervor.
In a way she was a very dominant lover, but she tried to listen to her partner's needs before taking anything over. Not that her hands didn't eventually wander down along his shoulders, enjoying the breadth of them. No, there was nothing on the TV that was going to take them away from this.
Hey, a guy can be snuggly, can't he? He's a very physical person, after all. But if this is how it was going to end up, he had no complaints!
As for reading him? Not too difficult. Her hands might be roaming a bit, but once his found their way to her bare waist, he wraps both arms around her to keep her pressed tight to him. His attention is entirely on their kiss, like he has to memorize every detail of it. But not passive -- the moment her mouth opens and her tongue seeks his, he meets her eagerly, twining his with hers with a fervor that just begins to hint at how very attracted he is to her. Since the moment they met, indeed!
After a little, though, his fingers begin to stroke her skin. Hard muscles under soft skin is an unbelievable turn-on for him, after all. There's no feeling like it in the entire world.
The more intense the kiss becomes, the more eager and responsive Natasha is. The way she was sitting sideways across his lap makes getting as close as she wanted difficult. Normally in this circumstance, Nat would be the one doing the climbing and she always preferred to be directly facing someone. That said, she pulls away from Morgan briefly so that she can shift around in his lap, straddling him with a twisted grin at her lips.
"This is much more like it." She whispers, leaning in as she settles back down against him, rolling her hips ever so slightly as she does. All of her body is for his perusal now. It also gives her greater freedom to touch as she wants. Lips move against his neck, softly kissing for a second before dragging her teeth against the skin. Rolling her tongue in a circle, teasing at the soft area, Natasha sucks up a bit and releases leaving a light pink circle behind. It's not enough to last very long, but she'll see it the night through.
Fingers slip down along his shoulders to his waist so that she can find the hem of his shirt. He's not the only one that wants to feel along skin, and the ridges of muscle. Morgan's body is phenomenal and exactly how she imagines how it would feel. Her digits crawl along his back and then around to explore his abs with a soft purr. "You feel so good beneath my fingers. I always knew you would. "
In normal pants, her new position wouldn't be awkward at all. In sweat pants, however... let's just say his attraction to and desire for her is pretty blatantly obvious, and when she rolls her hips he has to bite down on a moan. And then she bites down on him, and he does moan.
Morgan's an easy man to mark. Fair skin, inherited from an Irish mother and somehow undiluted by his father's mutt genes, reddens very easily from her teeth. Besides the moan, it makes him shiver, from the sudden unexpected pleasure of it all.
He leans forward slightly, to murmur in her ear, "You feel like heaven." That's an understatement, but it's what he's got to work with right now. Rather than try to come up with more poetic words, he instead gently closes his teeth on the upper curve of her ear, increasing the pressure slowly to see what got the best reaction. Meanwhile, his hands got to work shoving the top outer layer of her pajamas off. Times like this, he wished he had about eight hands or so. That might be the only way to accomplish everything he wanted to accomplish!
Loving the way her mark looks on him, she works to make another, this time drawing on the skin longer since it's in a less conspicuous place. She can taste the way the capillaries break across her tongue and pulls away to see a dark purple bruise. Satisfied, she starts to move when he begins to bite at her ear. Being the person that she is, the twist of pain is something that's easily maneuvered into pleasure like this and she waits as the pressure grows, moaning softly as his teeth reach an apex. Her skin breaks out in a soft flush of goosebumps and nails dig against his skin.
Moving her shoulders, Natasha helps him take off her outer layer and then begins to pull up his sweatshirt. She wants to feel all of him under her hands and more importantly, against her body. Leaning back a little, she takes a brief moment to simply admire the man that she's known only as a friend until now. "I can't tell you how long I've kept my hands to myself trying so hard to keep us just friends." She bites her lower lip, and slowly lets her hands wander along his lower torso.
"You." She just shakes her head, not knowing how to express what she's thinking clearly. Her breath feels caught in her lungs now that they're here and she finally has access to him like this.
He lifts his arms to make the task of tugging his shirt off easier, but when he lowers them, he catches her, cupping her cheeks with his hands to lock gazes with her.
"You are smart, and fun, and kind, and altogether amazing," he says, soft but clear despite the forgotten background noise of the movie they'll never remember. "I just want to make it clear that I value you for way more than how beautiful and sexy you are. Since I'm going to be focusing pretty hard on those two things for... several hours at least?"
Catching her breath, Natasha is caught a bit surprised when Morgan takes her face and tells her what he thinks of her. They are things she knew on one level, but to hear them makes her heart soften in a way it hasn't before-- especially in the heat of the moment. It's a special reminder to her, and she can only return the favor, because he's become close to her in a way she doesn't let most people.
"...Morgan..." She sighs."You. You are funny, fun, brilliant, gentle, and caring. I couldn't ask for a better friend, and I wouldn't do this with you if I didn't care, and fuck are you sexy and so damn hot. Okay?" She leans in and kisses the side of his neck again as if to punctuate every word that they've spoken, sealing it in a slightly pink mark that she leaves against his skin. It'll fade, but the words won't and neither will the experience.
He just -- he worries, is all. That it might be too easy for her to think it's just physical interest. That old habits and mindsets might die hard. No amount of pleasure is worth any sadness or regret on her part, or losing her friendship!
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to just touch," he said, hands sliding down to the bare skin of her waist again. "There's nothing hotter than an athletic girl. Nothing that feels better than solid muscle under soft skin. God, I'm going to be in heaven. Already am, really."
Honestly, she's hoping that this will only lead them into a stronger, different type of bond-- one where their friendship stands at the base and they only grow closer the more they get to know one another physically and emotionally. It's what she's tried to keep herself from wanting, and yet here she is. After a while, there was no denying the heart, or her body. There would never be regret.
"I feel the same with you. Morgan. You have no idea how long I've wanted to run my hands along your stomach and chest. To taste your skin, your lips. I have wanted this, you." She rocks in his lap, pushing against him. Her body already heated and wet in places they've not begun to talk about yet. Making a further decision, she reaches down and pulls off her short top, revealing the softness of her breasts beneath it. It was short and tight and didn't really require a bra, so she'd forgone one for the evening.
Morgan is a leg man, through and through. Absolutely no contest in his mind as to what part of a girl's body is the absolute sexiest. But considering what Nat has to show off, his eyes snap down the moment her shirt lifts free of her breasts, and almost unconsciously, his hands slide up from her waist to cup them. Their soft, gentle weight in his palms and smooth curves against his fingers send tingles up his spine and then back down, making him strain against the narrow layers of fabric that separate them.
"Do that. Do all of that."
His eloquence might just have taken a slight hit, between how very distracted he was and how his body was intent on supplying blood to places that decidedly weren't his brain.
There's a soft laugh at the way Morgan implores her to 'do all that'. All Natasha can do is laugh and then moan as he presses forward with his steadily growing hardon against her growing dampness. It's hard to hide exactly how wet she's gotten from him with the thin fabric of their pants. Neither of them are wearing much. He's pushing hard at his sweats, and she's rocking with a new found desperation against that unique tent that only comes from wearing loose fabric his state.
The hands at her breasts bring a soft moan from her lips before she has time to begin to lower her kisses from his neck to his collarbone. Licking over it, she kisses down to his nipple and laps across it, nipping and tugging at it, playing while she feels his muscles with her free hand. Fingers trace the hard ridges and smooth passageways. It's a study in contrasts, and Nat can barely stand sitting like this.
"Fuck. Oh fuck I hate this."
Slipping off his lap, she pulls his pants off and lowers herself between his knees with a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. "I need to taste you, so bad."
Oh, that was almost unfair. Just as he was starting to feel some urgency through the haze of pleasure her mouth and fingers were coaxing from his skin, and his hands started to move down to slip into her pajama pants, she pulls herself away! He groans slightly in dismay, which lasts all of a quarter second before it abruptly becomes arousal mixed with relief. No longer constrained by those sweatpants, his erection rises hard and powerful in front of her, almost threatening with amazingly aroused she'd made him.
"Please, you're right there -- you gotta..." His hands sink into the upholstery on the couch's cushion and arm, practically holding on for dear life against the primal urge that demands he have her, he take her, now, any way he can. "I need it..."
There's nothing more gorgeous than Morgan laid out before her. She can't even fathom why they haven't taken this step before. It's something she's needed and wanted for longer than she can recall. It wasn't easy because their friendship was always at stake, but this time, she knew that their friendship would still prevail and that this might only be an extension.
Fingers run along his strong thighs, chasing the ridges of muscle until she reaches the apex. Fondling his balls, Natasha leans in and licks over them, slowly sucking them into her mouth to tongue at and play with gently. Her hand slides along his shaft as she does.
Nothing is threatening about his erection. It's feral and real. It's all she dreamed it would ever be. Its weight was so natural in her hand as she stroked up and down. Her fingers intentionally avoid the tip for now. She wants to save that for her tongue-- so that she may have the ability to sup at that first bit of pre-come that's waiting at the precipice for her now.
"Gods, you are perfect. Why didn't we do this ages ago?"
"'Cuz if we started with it, that's all we've ever do." The way her mouth and hand are both working him in a way that is exquisite and yet so unbelievably short of satisfying his body's needs has every muscle in his body tense with desire. He can't remember the last time a woman had him this hungry, this needy.
If she wants to lick the first drops off his tip... she might be a bit too late. His body had made its willingness and readiness known the moment they kissed, even before they started moving against each other. But there's more where that came from, plenty more, because by now his heartbeat was making his whole body feel like it was pulsing with need.
"I just -- I am going to do everything to you. Everything."
"I think I could handle that. Having you in my bed every night.." She mutters, mouth moving to lick up his shaft, finally claiming that bit of come that had been dripping down the side. Sucking it off, Natasha moans softly and then moves up to the tip and drags her tongue along the head, lapping against it several times like a cat with the best cream.
Hardly sated, she drops down lower on his cock, taking in the measure of it with her mouth. Her lips fight tightly around it as hollowed cheeks suck and pull it down into the back of her throat. He might do everything to her, but she will enjoy this part of him until he begs her to stop or loses himself.
Every stroke of her tongue and dip of her head takes Morgan further down until, at last, he's lodged in the back of Natasha's throat. She hums her deep pleasure, vibrating around him, swallowing the very tip of him so that she can kiss his stomach before pulling back, only to dive back down.
When at last she fully engulfs him, and soft warm pressure caressed every inch of him, Morgan leans his head back and lets out a moan from the very bottom of his soul. Half pleasure, and half relief, as his body finally gets what it so desperately needed, and his primal instincts at last relax their furious drive to get that pleasure. Now he could at last focus on it -- and make every effort to prolong it, no matter how absolute amazing it already felt.
Of course... he's utterly in her power, and they both know it. She can blow his mind in a matter of a minute or two, or draw him out to the very limits of his willpower and sanity.
This connection, this type of unity, is exactly what Natasha has longed for and denied herself since coming to America. It's taken her forever to let go of all the guilt and shame that plagued her; it's taken Morgan knowing her and caring about her no matter what for Natasha to finally open herself up like this.
With every drop of her head down his shaft, he gets a little piece of her as well. This isn't an act she'd offer someone she didn't care about. In her past, she was forced to do such things, but now, with her freedom-- she's taken control of what she does, and this form of intimacy isn't something she's done in years.
Curling her tongue around Morgan's cock while she pulls back, Natasha moans feeling wetness soaking her thighs. Reaching back, she fingers her clit a few times, moaning louder around him-- this time while he's at the back of her throat, opening it up a little bit wider, letting her swallow him back into the shallow channel. It makes her cough and pull up. Licking his head, she looks at him again. "Tell me how you want to go. In my mouth, or inside me, or both."
If she wanted a coherent answer quickly, she shouldn't have given him that last lick! In the wake of everything she'd been doing, that one quick tease sends a spike of pleasure to him that runs straight up his spine, making his muscles stiffen and skin prickle.
"Both," he finally says, when he can breathe and think again. "Maybe not just there either. I promise you we are going to go for every last second you want to." And to hell with the obnoxious limitations of reality, like soreness and chafing and refractory periods. They might not have had any real long talks about just what he could do with the magick-with-a-k he quietly possesses, but right now the situation called for showing rather than telling anyway.
Then the reality of it catches up with him again. He's not just talking game, or fantasizing -- Nat really is looking up at him from the other side of his cock, with a smile on her face and ready glimpses of her body if he cared to look lower. Another cry escapes him, his hips twitching and his head tipping back again. Not because of anything she's done, but just because it's her. This already feels... well, just right. Maybe it wouldn't have if they'd done this sooner. Maybe it would. No point in worrying about what didn't happen, when they have what is happening right here to enjoy and bask in.
She's offered him any part of her that he wanted. Nat was Morgan's for the taking. When he mentions going to other places, a thrill runs through her like she has never felt before. There's a spike of pleasure that has her squeezing her thighs together and moaning around the tip of his cock where her mouth is settled. She licks up the pre-come that had generously leaked out before he spoke and lifts her head lightly so he can see how it glistens as it sits on her lips and stretches back to his cock.
"I'm yours completely to do whatever you want to. My body is yours." She ran her tongue in a circle around him before she dropped back down completely over his shaft. It didn't matter if they had to wait between rounds. There were plenty of places on the body to play with and explore. Nat could spend hours kissing over Morgan's body and exploring it in ways she never had before. She wanted to taste every inch of him, lick and suck marks along his stomach, hips, and back. She'd make him hers as she was his.
Curling her lips in tight, she pulls up with a long moan and then drops back, opening up her throat again so that he can fuck her mouth as hard and far as he wants. Natasha is thoroughly warmed up, and while she uses her hand occasionally, she uses her mouth and twists it the majority of the time, taking in his large cock, basically begging for him to come for her the faster she moves and bobs her head.
Morgan isn't some desperate, needy teenaged boy who'd come quickly and easily just from a little attention -- which is really the only reason he's lasted this long. But the sight, the sound, and the feeling of an absolutely beautiful and magnificently skilled woman doing everything in her power to push him over the edge would break far better men than he! And on top of it, that woman is Nat, and this is something he'd fantasized about before. Imagined, quietly desired, and now not only had his dreams come true, the reality is even better than he could hope.
She has him completely in his power, and her wish is his command. His moans become louder and more frequent, till her every motion makes him cry out and throb in her mouth and down her throat. From there, it's barely a minute more till his whole body tenses, his hips thrust forward, and his head tips back to let out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure. His cock erupts like a fountain, jet after jet spraying out of it as if his body is convinced it had to unleash every last possible drop down her throat as a reward for the magnificent pleasure she'd given him.
It doesn't matter that Morgan is experienced. Nat has had her share of both sides of the coin-- all that matters to her is that he's Morgan and she knows that he's not going to push her off to move on to some business meeting after this. She doesn't have to worry about plying trade secrets from him either. This is purely because they care about one another, and she wants this. She wants him to lose himself in her mouth and in or across any other part of her he wishes.
This is what she's been waiting for, for so long. Listening to him moan the way he does, makes Nat even more desperate for him to come. She works doubly hard, bringing her hand up to take the base of his cock, so that she can truly work the top, wetting it and making a tight mess of her mouth as she sucks him down quick and with a precision she's learned over years of doing this.
When Morgan finally does thrust forward that last time, spilling himself down her throat, she swallows mouthful after mouthful, barely catching it all. A little leaks down the side of her mouth and across her lips. When she sits up, her hair is mussed from his hands, but she's grinning widely. She licks around her mouth like a cat with good cream. "Fuck, you taste so good, baby. Gimme a second, and I'll have you all cleaned up." Making sure her face isn't dripping any more, she drops down and licks him up like a lollipop, before crawling back up his body to press her mouth to his, sharing the mix of her and him in her kiss.
The problem, Morgan muses in the moment between her lips leaving his cock and meeting his mouth, is that there's only one of each of them. Because he doesn't want her to stop that -- it hadn't lasted nearly long enough, but hours wouldn't be nearly long enough. He could and would gladly sit back and let her work him over for as long as she wanted, pausing only for food and maybe a nap or two, until they finally were both satisfied they had had enough, for that moment.
And he also wants to devour her in turn -- pin her down, grip her hips so no matter how hard she thrashed she couldn't escape him, and use his tongue to make her mind melt. For hours, again. For as long as they could both possibly want.
That's just two things. He wants everything, all at once, now, and there's only two of them.
It's a long thought for a short moment, and vanishes the instant she stops moving up his body and meets her mouth with his. He returns a kiss that is passionate, inflamed, and... slightly distracted, because his attention is split between it and his efforts to get those pajama bottoms off her. Everything he desires requires she be naked now.
There is always the thought of more. Now that Natasha has started, she never wants to stop-- she can hardly imagine letting go, or letting there be a moment when they aren't joined together as one in as many ways as possible. Her body is his to use however he wishes. Nat can't fathom a person she's ever felt this safe with before. He is her person, and where it had only be speculation before, it's now their shared reality.
"Morgan.." It's gasped from their barely parted lips, pulled from the fiery mess of a kiss. Feeling his hands at her panties, and bottoms, Nat moves her hips and quickly begins to shed them before climbing into his lap more properly, completely nude now. She rolls her hips against his body with a low groan of utter satisfaction.
It takes very little to make Nat wet, and after messing around like they have been she's completely soaked. Her thighs are slightly sticky with the evidence of her pleasure and excitement. There's no doubt that she's feeling the softness below her, and enjoying it, even if he can't please her right away.
The noise he makes is pure relief. Finally, every last inch of her is exposed, and it's all even better than his imagination had ever created. His hands stroke from her shoulders down her back, over her ass and hips, down to those absolutely mind-blowing legs -- then up her front, catching and cupping her breasts briefly before passing over them to start down her back once again.
He's strong, and virile, and has stamina he'll hold up against anyone else... but far more than any of that is the conviction, racing beneath his skin like ice and lightning, that this is one of those perfect moments that come rarely in life, if ever. A beautiful, perfect woman -- one he absolutely adored at that -- presses up against him, offering herself and practically demanding him? And more than just touch and taste and physical bliss, he feels a connection to her on a deeper, warmer level. This isn't just sex, although it is that... it's a joining, a bonding, something very very right.
Heartbeat by heartbeat, he surges and stiffens beneath her. His need cannot be denied.
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Date: 2024-06-07 04:54 pm (UTC)So now that he finally could, he returned the kiss with warmth, delight, and no small amount of relief -- that kick to the spine every time he felt tempted wasn't really comfortable, after all. Now he could finally, finally lean in and lose himself in the feeling of her lips against his and her body in his arms.
Movie? What movie? Only one thing could possibly have his full and entire attention right now!
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Date: 2024-06-07 06:07 pm (UTC)Fingers ran themselves through the tiny hairs at the back of his neck while they kissed. Soft and pliant opened and she happily twisted her tongue around and against his. It was all very lazy at first, used to explore and taste. Natasha liked to figure out how a person liked to be kissed, what they did with their hands, their tongue and teeth so that she could eventually match the fervor.
In a way she was a very dominant lover, but she tried to listen to her partner's needs before taking anything over. Not that her hands didn't eventually wander down along his shoulders, enjoying the breadth of them. No, there was nothing on the TV that was going to take them away from this.
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Date: 2024-06-10 06:50 pm (UTC)As for reading him? Not too difficult. Her hands might be roaming a bit, but once his found their way to her bare waist, he wraps both arms around her to keep her pressed tight to him. His attention is entirely on their kiss, like he has to memorize every detail of it. But not passive -- the moment her mouth opens and her tongue seeks his, he meets her eagerly, twining his with hers with a fervor that just begins to hint at how very attracted he is to her. Since the moment they met, indeed!
After a little, though, his fingers begin to stroke her skin. Hard muscles under soft skin is an unbelievable turn-on for him, after all. There's no feeling like it in the entire world.
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Date: 2024-06-11 11:59 am (UTC)"This is much more like it." She whispers, leaning in as she settles back down against him, rolling her hips ever so slightly as she does. All of her body is for his perusal now. It also gives her greater freedom to touch as she wants. Lips move against his neck, softly kissing for a second before dragging her teeth against the skin. Rolling her tongue in a circle, teasing at the soft area, Natasha sucks up a bit and releases leaving a light pink circle behind. It's not enough to last very long, but she'll see it the night through.
Fingers slip down along his shoulders to his waist so that she can find the hem of his shirt. He's not the only one that wants to feel along skin, and the ridges of muscle. Morgan's body is phenomenal and exactly how she imagines how it would feel. Her digits crawl along his back and then around to explore his abs with a soft purr. "You feel so good beneath my fingers. I always knew you would. "
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Date: 2024-06-17 05:20 pm (UTC)Morgan's an easy man to mark. Fair skin, inherited from an Irish mother and somehow undiluted by his father's mutt genes, reddens very easily from her teeth. Besides the moan, it makes him shiver, from the sudden unexpected pleasure of it all.
He leans forward slightly, to murmur in her ear, "You feel like heaven." That's an understatement, but it's what he's got to work with right now. Rather than try to come up with more poetic words, he instead gently closes his teeth on the upper curve of her ear, increasing the pressure slowly to see what got the best reaction. Meanwhile, his hands got to work shoving the top outer layer of her pajamas off. Times like this, he wished he had about eight hands or so. That might be the only way to accomplish everything he wanted to accomplish!
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Date: 2024-06-20 06:27 pm (UTC)Moving her shoulders, Natasha helps him take off her outer layer and then begins to pull up his sweatshirt. She wants to feel all of him under her hands and more importantly, against her body. Leaning back a little, she takes a brief moment to simply admire the man that she's known only as a friend until now. "I can't tell you how long I've kept my hands to myself trying so hard to keep us just friends." She bites her lower lip, and slowly lets her hands wander along his lower torso.
"You." She just shakes her head, not knowing how to express what she's thinking clearly. Her breath feels caught in her lungs now that they're here and she finally has access to him like this.
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Date: 2024-06-28 10:10 pm (UTC)"You are smart, and fun, and kind, and altogether amazing," he says, soft but clear despite the forgotten background noise of the movie they'll never remember. "I just want to make it clear that I value you for way more than how beautiful and sexy you are. Since I'm going to be focusing pretty hard on those two things for... several hours at least?"
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Date: 2024-06-29 04:24 pm (UTC)"...Morgan..." She sighs."You. You are funny, fun, brilliant, gentle, and caring. I couldn't ask for a better friend, and I wouldn't do this with you if I didn't care, and fuck are you sexy and so damn hot. Okay?" She leans in and kisses the side of his neck again as if to punctuate every word that they've spoken, sealing it in a slightly pink mark that she leaves against his skin. It'll fade, but the words won't and neither will the experience.
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Date: 2024-07-06 12:26 am (UTC)"You have no idea how much I've wanted to just touch," he said, hands sliding down to the bare skin of her waist again. "There's nothing hotter than an athletic girl. Nothing that feels better than solid muscle under soft skin. God, I'm going to be in heaven. Already am, really."
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Date: 2024-07-06 06:28 pm (UTC)"I feel the same with you. Morgan. You have no idea how long I've wanted to run my hands along your stomach and chest. To taste your skin, your lips. I have wanted this, you." She rocks in his lap, pushing against him. Her body already heated and wet in places they've not begun to talk about yet. Making a further decision, she reaches down and pulls off her short top, revealing the softness of her breasts beneath it. It was short and tight and didn't really require a bra, so she'd forgone one for the evening.
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Date: 2024-09-11 03:53 am (UTC)"Do that. Do all of that."
His eloquence might just have taken a slight hit, between how very distracted he was and how his body was intent on supplying blood to places that decidedly weren't his brain.
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Date: 2024-09-16 06:44 pm (UTC)The hands at her breasts bring a soft moan from her lips before she has time to begin to lower her kisses from his neck to his collarbone. Licking over it, she kisses down to his nipple and laps across it, nipping and tugging at it, playing while she feels his muscles with her free hand. Fingers trace the hard ridges and smooth passageways. It's a study in contrasts, and Nat can barely stand sitting like this.
"Fuck. Oh fuck I hate this."
Slipping off his lap, she pulls his pants off and lowers herself between his knees with a subtle hint of mischief in her eyes. "I need to taste you, so bad."
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Date: 2024-09-28 04:06 am (UTC)"Please, you're right there -- you gotta..." His hands sink into the upholstery on the couch's cushion and arm, practically holding on for dear life against the primal urge that demands he have her, he take her, now, any way he can. "I need it..."
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Date: 2024-09-29 04:10 pm (UTC)Fingers run along his strong thighs, chasing the ridges of muscle until she reaches the apex. Fondling his balls, Natasha leans in and licks over them, slowly sucking them into her mouth to tongue at and play with gently. Her hand slides along his shaft as she does.
Nothing is threatening about his erection. It's feral and real. It's all she dreamed it would ever be. Its weight was so natural in her hand as she stroked up and down. Her fingers intentionally avoid the tip for now. She wants to save that for her tongue-- so that she may have the ability to sup at that first bit of pre-come that's waiting at the precipice for her now.
"Gods, you are perfect. Why didn't we do this ages ago?"
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Date: 2024-10-12 03:42 am (UTC)If she wants to lick the first drops off his tip... she might be a bit too late. His body had made its willingness and readiness known the moment they kissed, even before they started moving against each other. But there's more where that came from, plenty more, because by now his heartbeat was making his whole body feel like it was pulsing with need.
"I just -- I am going to do everything to you. Everything."
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Date: 2024-10-12 01:26 pm (UTC)Hardly sated, she drops down lower on his cock, taking in the measure of it with her mouth. Her lips fight tightly around it as hollowed cheeks suck and pull it down into the back of her throat. He might do everything to her, but she will enjoy this part of him until he begs her to stop or loses himself.
Every stroke of her tongue and dip of her head takes Morgan further down until, at last, he's lodged in the back of Natasha's throat. She hums her deep pleasure, vibrating around him, swallowing the very tip of him so that she can kiss his stomach before pulling back, only to dive back down.
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Date: 2024-10-22 03:10 am (UTC)Of course... he's utterly in her power, and they both know it. She can blow his mind in a matter of a minute or two, or draw him out to the very limits of his willpower and sanity.
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Date: 2024-10-24 01:19 pm (UTC)With every drop of her head down his shaft, he gets a little piece of her as well. This isn't an act she'd offer someone she didn't care about. In her past, she was forced to do such things, but now, with her freedom-- she's taken control of what she does, and this form of intimacy isn't something she's done in years.
Curling her tongue around Morgan's cock while she pulls back, Natasha moans feeling wetness soaking her thighs. Reaching back, she fingers her clit a few times, moaning louder around him-- this time while he's at the back of her throat, opening it up a little bit wider, letting her swallow him back into the shallow channel. It makes her cough and pull up. Licking his head, she looks at him again. "Tell me how you want to go. In my mouth, or inside me, or both."
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Date: 2024-11-14 04:09 am (UTC)"Both," he finally says, when he can breathe and think again. "Maybe not just there either. I promise you we are going to go for every last second you want to." And to hell with the obnoxious limitations of reality, like soreness and chafing and refractory periods. They might not have had any real long talks about just what he could do with the magick-with-a-k he quietly possesses, but right now the situation called for showing rather than telling anyway.
Then the reality of it catches up with him again. He's not just talking game, or fantasizing -- Nat really is looking up at him from the other side of his cock, with a smile on her face and ready glimpses of her body if he cared to look lower. Another cry escapes him, his hips twitching and his head tipping back again. Not because of anything she's done, but just because it's her. This already feels... well, just right. Maybe it wouldn't have if they'd done this sooner. Maybe it would. No point in worrying about what didn't happen, when they have what is happening right here to enjoy and bask in.
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Date: 2024-11-14 04:04 pm (UTC)"I'm yours completely to do whatever you want to. My body is yours." She ran her tongue in a circle around him before she dropped back down completely over his shaft. It didn't matter if they had to wait between rounds. There were plenty of places on the body to play with and explore. Nat could spend hours kissing over Morgan's body and exploring it in ways she never had before. She wanted to taste every inch of him, lick and suck marks along his stomach, hips, and back. She'd make him hers as she was his.
Curling her lips in tight, she pulls up with a long moan and then drops back, opening up her throat again so that he can fuck her mouth as hard and far as he wants. Natasha is thoroughly warmed up, and while she uses her hand occasionally, she uses her mouth and twists it the majority of the time, taking in his large cock, basically begging for him to come for her the faster she moves and bobs her head.
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Date: 2024-11-24 05:04 am (UTC)She has him completely in his power, and her wish is his command. His moans become louder and more frequent, till her every motion makes him cry out and throb in her mouth and down her throat. From there, it's barely a minute more till his whole body tenses, his hips thrust forward, and his head tips back to let out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure. His cock erupts like a fountain, jet after jet spraying out of it as if his body is convinced it had to unleash every last possible drop down her throat as a reward for the magnificent pleasure she'd given him.
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Date: 2024-11-26 10:40 pm (UTC)This is what she's been waiting for, for so long. Listening to him moan the way he does, makes Nat even more desperate for him to come. She works doubly hard, bringing her hand up to take the base of his cock, so that she can truly work the top, wetting it and making a tight mess of her mouth as she sucks him down quick and with a precision she's learned over years of doing this.
When Morgan finally does thrust forward that last time, spilling himself down her throat, she swallows mouthful after mouthful, barely catching it all. A little leaks down the side of her mouth and across her lips. When she sits up, her hair is mussed from his hands, but she's grinning widely. She licks around her mouth like a cat with good cream. "Fuck, you taste so good, baby. Gimme a second, and I'll have you all cleaned up." Making sure her face isn't dripping any more, she drops down and licks him up like a lollipop, before crawling back up his body to press her mouth to his, sharing the mix of her and him in her kiss.
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Date: 2024-12-18 04:49 am (UTC)And he also wants to devour her in turn -- pin her down, grip her hips so no matter how hard she thrashed she couldn't escape him, and use his tongue to make her mind melt. For hours, again. For as long as they could both possibly want.
That's just two things. He wants everything, all at once, now, and there's only two of them.
It's a long thought for a short moment, and vanishes the instant she stops moving up his body and meets her mouth with his. He returns a kiss that is passionate, inflamed, and... slightly distracted, because his attention is split between it and his efforts to get those pajama bottoms off her. Everything he desires requires she be naked now.
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Date: 2024-12-19 08:08 pm (UTC)"Morgan.." It's gasped from their barely parted lips, pulled from the fiery mess of a kiss. Feeling his hands at her panties, and bottoms, Nat moves her hips and quickly begins to shed them before climbing into his lap more properly, completely nude now. She rolls her hips against his body with a low groan of utter satisfaction.
It takes very little to make Nat wet, and after messing around like they have been she's completely soaked. Her thighs are slightly sticky with the evidence of her pleasure and excitement. There's no doubt that she's feeling the softness below her, and enjoying it, even if he can't please her right away.
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Date: 2025-01-02 04:27 am (UTC)He's strong, and virile, and has stamina he'll hold up against anyone else... but far more than any of that is the conviction, racing beneath his skin like ice and lightning, that this is one of those perfect moments that come rarely in life, if ever. A beautiful, perfect woman -- one he absolutely adored at that -- presses up against him, offering herself and practically demanding him? And more than just touch and taste and physical bliss, he feels a connection to her on a deeper, warmer level. This isn't just sex, although it is that... it's a joining, a bonding, something very very right.
Heartbeat by heartbeat, he surges and stiffens beneath her. His need cannot be denied.
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