"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.
Lost in the measure of a man that he is, Natasha bows her body at his touch. Morgan sets her alight inside and out. His touch can do things that a million others couldn't. He brings the true woman to the surface and tears down every inch of her self-preservation with each gloriously destructive stroke of his fingers. Moaning into the way he canvases her back, igniting sparks within each knot of her spine as it's danced along. She gasps when his fingers tease along her overly sensitive breasts again, hips grinding with a grim determination with his mere tease over her soft peaks.
"My god, Morgan. You are amazing." Her own hands run ranks over the slopes of his shoulders and down his arms. She grabs one of his hands and grips it tight, holding it to her body, and then releases it so she can fist her fingers into his hair and yank his head back. Her mouth descends on his neck, grasping it with her teeth to pull and suck at. Forgetting the word, she is making him hers-- for now and always. This ring marks him tonight, but she will know what tonight means between them.
She could do this with him forever. It feels like riding him, rubbing her wetness along his soft cock, stimulating herself as she does. It has her moaning for him, an orgasm growing before he even reaches full erection. "Just a little bit more. Oh god, Morgan."
He doesn't protest the bite, or the marking that results -- quite the opposite, it makes him draw in a hissing breath, hands involuntarily squeezing her ass to make their bodies grind together all the more. He can barely believe how aroused she is, but he can feel her body starting to tremble, and it's an absolute symphony of pleasure. Taut muscle under smooth skin? That's more potent an aphrodisiac to him than almost anything else in the world.
He can't leave her hanging, of course. Drawing his hands around, he cups her breasts again -- but this time lowers his head to one, tongue flicking over her nipple before he captures it with his mouth. Gentle pressure at first, still caressing her with his tongue as he sucked, but quickly enough it turns more fierce, adding pressure and taking more of that sweet flesh into his mouth to work it. His fingers aren't idle on her other breast either, caressing it as his thumb brushes over that nipple in turn. Morgan knows what he's doing in general terms, of course, but with Nat so stimulated already, this is the perfect chance to discover just what tips her over the edge into wild ecstasy.
If Nat had any idea how much he would have ended up enjoying the mark, she would have made it much more indelible, scratching her teeth further against the skin and pulling upward tighter to create something far darker. She would have marked him for far longer than a night-- something to last weeks, not only the evening they shared. Nat wanted to leave marks all over him. Inside and out, to make sure he never forgot tonight. It was a turning of their relationship in a significant way. Fate switched the strings that tied them and wound them even closer together. There was no going back now.
The way he hisses against her, pulling at her ass while she undulates against his body, only spurns her on further. Nat can feel every sound that he makes pulling at her core. It runs through her like blood, hot and throbbing, to where her wetness covers him. Never before has she felt so lost to another person, so lost to herself before.
Feeling his mouth around her overly sensitive breasts almost brings her instantly. She drops her head back and cries out. Her nails drag along his back and then grip in tight when her body suddenly bows tight. She can feel her orgasm as it draws her up and over. Her body is suddenly awash in mind, alternating ecstasy. "Morgan. Oh gods, fuck. Morgan. Yes." Clinging to him, Nat rolls and crushes herself down against his body for longer than she ever has previously. The way he pulls and yanks at her nipples extends the orgasm until she can't stand it any further and has to move, lest she combust.
Honestly, he would have been perfectly happy to keep her in that state of pleasure forever -- the heat of her voice and the raw sensuality of her hips grinding on him slickly is just bliss. Well, maybe not forever, but a while longer... But when she tugged away, he let go, releasing the grip his fingers and teeth had on her, though keeping her breasts cupped in his hands.
He takes that moment to meet her gaze again, craving the sight of the pleasure and desire twining together in her eyes, and sending back much the same himself. Even his breaths are thick and faintly raspy, as need tenses his chest and abdomen and makes even the release of air hard to achieve. And between her legs, the shaft she'd been stroking against with every motion of her hips is solid and very ready indeed.
His own hips move slightly, a gentle wordless plea for her to shift just that bit necessary for them to have what they both so desperately want.
Never had she found a release like this one before, and Morgan wasn't even inside her yet. "Fucking hell," She breathed out in a barely audible voice, thick and raspy with the labors of all she'd just gone through. Watching Morgan through her still-blown pupils, she knew without conscious thought what they both wanted.
Pressing up on her thigh, Natasha allowed their bodies to mesh in a new way. Her heavy breasts melted against the top of his chest and then against the base of his chin. She smirked as she looked down at the wonder of a man below her. How long had they waited for this exact moment? It had been building for an eternity of friendship, and now, with everything burning down around them, it was here, and Nat knew that it would be more glorious than any battle ever fought and won.
Nat's pussy was dripping and tight from her orgasm, perfectly ready for the proud cock that stood against Morgan's stomach. Licking her lips, she reached down and guided him towards her. "I've wanted this, needed this for longer than I ever knew. Morgan." She gasped as she filled herself with him. There was no hesitation or taking him in slowly. She took every little inch until his body settled in her core. Feeling him there was like finding that part she knew she always needed, but never wanted to admit.
He's always known that sex with Nat would be physically perfect. How could it not be? She's absolutely gorgeous, fit and athletic but also delightfully curved -- basically, a woman most men would give up almost anything to be with, because it would be the most incredible and memorable night of their life without question. And physically, the sensation of sliding inside her and filling her is everything he'd imagined it to be (and he had imagined it, make no mistake).
What he hadn't expected, and what takes his breath away, is the intensity. Not of the raw pleasure, though it's incredible, but the far deeper and more profound sense of connection. In one firm, easy motion they have found something very very right.
His lust and hunger demand motion, but an even more compelling urge has him wrapping his arms around her, drawing her close, seeking her lips. A desire to feel her against him, to meld with her as much as two people ever could.
Settled against him in that perfect position again, but perhaps even closer than previously, Nat's more petite body fit neatly against Morgan. It moved like a wave against the shore, her curves against the firmer lines of his strength. It wasn't that she didn't have her core of power-- it kept her thighs maximizing his every thrust and her hips acting like a perfect hook at the end of each dance motion they enacted together.
Their passion was so much more than she could have ever counted on. It burned through her soul, and she knew that she was completely addicted to this, to him like this. It had blown up their friendship into something masterful, and it had her fingernails burning down the sides of his back and across his shoulders.
When pulled into another kiss, she nipped and pulled at Morgan's lips, finding them even more attractive than ever. She'd always wondered what it would be like to sit and live at his mouth, making out with him for hours, and this was a monstrous melody. She savored his rich flavors and lingered on the silken feel inside when she'd catch a cheek outside a swipe of tongue here or there. Fuck, he was perfect, and he had her moaning and sighing softly until she couldn't breathe.
Morgan has more than a few opinions on how good this felt, but his mouth is far too occupied for him to give them any more voice but deep moans every time she sank down on him. Only in brief moments when she drifts away can he mutter, "Oh my God," and a few equally mindless phrases, in between nips at the curve of her jaw. He can't even hope to pretend to be in control, or dominant, or cool -- but, fortunately, none of those things matter here and now. If he's lost, so is he, every nerve in his body on fire as her motions sent pleasure racing up his spine and through his veins.
Finally, he has to pull his mouth away, to gasp in pleasure, and to see the expression on her face, so beautiful in a radiant way he'd never expected to see. On their own accord, his hands drop down to her hips, gripping tight so he can add his strength to hers when she descends, and let her rise with more power and speed without needing to worry about him slipping out.
It doesn't matter if they end up with a few awkward moments or anything imperfect. It's the sounds that echo between them, the way he feels every single time he thrusts into her, filling her in a way she can't remember wanting to be filled before. She's had plenty of sex, but this is so different-- this is more than that. Every time his body thrusts into her core, Natasha can feel a part of her taking him in and staying with him when he pulls back. There's no coming back from this, and she doesn't care.
Nat only wants more. When the kiss breaks, she whines softly and drops her head back to give freedom to her hips. Like a woman who's been taught the art of belly dancing, she waves them in perfect conjunction with Morgan's desperate rutting, tightening her inner walls to offer him a hot, wet sheath that's made only for him to enjoy. "Morgan. Oh god. You feel so fucking good. No one else is like this. Fuck. Oh, fuck me, my love."
Not even thinking, Nat cries out her thoughts and even an edge of feeling-- her need and desire so hot. There's a rolling coursing through her skin, boiling to the surface and nearing its peak, but she is determined to wait until he's ready because she wants to bring him, crying out her name.
For the first time, they're working at cross-purposes -- she's trying to bring him over the edge with her, while he's simply desperate to set her adrift on a sea of pleasure. Simple biology might favor him, though, since his body is still shoving through a refractory period through raw arousal and need. She feels absolutely amazing around him, almost like she's made for him down to the millimeter, and in return he's diamond-hard so every last nerve ending in both their bodies crackles with absolute pleasure.
"Mine," he growls, voice rough and husky as he hauls her down on him again, and again, all fierce desire. "Mine," he says again against her neck, lips brushing her skin, and this time his tone makes clear that he's hers in turn. How could he not be, with her thighs clamped on his hips and her body arching atop him?
With her body riding him like this, she can roll her hips and take a lot of her own pleasure-- but it's challenging to get certain angles. It doesn't always hit that perfect spot when she takes his body into her, no matter how hard, and perfectly tight she fits around him. Although, when he calls her his-- it does something to her mind that brings her closer to her peak. It's that edge of need, that bite of possessiveness that Natasha's never had with another person that robs her of breath momentarily.
Panting, she moans and nods. "Yours. Completely yours." Licking over his lips, she kisses him messily and then pulls back. "Take me from behind. I want to feel how deep you can go. I want you to fuck me harder, deeper. Make me come screaming, Morgan." She licks along his neck up to his ear. She knows that she won't have the great picture she does now, or the ability to touch that she does-- but there's something inherently dirty, and desperate about being taken from behind. She knows he's big enough to hit her cervix that way, and she almost always comes from that alone.
Her tongue running over his skin is bad enough, but the need she voices makes all his lust and need grab the base of his spine and override any conscious thought that might have been traveling down it. His arms cling to her as his hips thrust upwards, taking pleasure from half a dozen more deep strokes in this perfect position.
"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."
Most men would have taken their pleasure and been done with it by now, but Morgan has Nat caught up in this unending whirlwind of thrilling new and seemingly never-ending ecstasy. Suppose this is always how it's going to be with them. In that case, she's going to have to take lessons on gathering up her stamina as well-- although the multiple building, and almost overstimulating orgasms are not something that she will ever complain about. It's like he's made to fit inside her, to stroke every inch of her silken walls.
The second she slips away, Nat rolls over and leans over the arm of the couch, offering all of her back, her ass and pussy at once. She can also easily rub herself while he forces himself to the final breaking point of her body. Natasha knows that she won't last long, and that he's due at least two orgasms from this position. Already, she can feel the shiver of one running up her spine in anticipation. Her mind wraps around how it will feel, and the way his mouth might nibble and lick along her back. "Morgan. Oh Morgan. I need you inside me, quickly. I can feel it. The rush is right here..."
Don't get him wrong, he's definitely taking pleasure, which is why he practically gasps for breath when she moves away and leaves him bereft of her closeness, her touch, her warmth wrapped around him. But the sight of her moving, wantonly positioning herself as an offering, sharpens his arousal so much it's almost physically painful. Tightness in his throat, iron tension at the base of his cock, and when she slides one hand down her body to touch herself, he almost comes right then and there.
Like so much of what they'd already done, he'd fantasized about this, and like all his fantasies, what he'd imagined couldn't compare in the slightest with reality. The curve of her back and hips, the play of muscles in her legs, the sensual motions of her eager body all conspired to grip him like a vise, body and soul.
Embarrassingly enough, he's so entranced he actually forgets what he's doing for a moment. Fortunately, her pleas bring him back to his senses enough for him to jerk forward, twist onto his knees, and slide into position behind her. Ordinarily, he'd take at least a moment to fit himself into his partner and start the rhythm, but this time he literally can't. The instant his head lines up with her pussy, he grabs her hips and drives himself forward, bottoming out with one powerful stroke.
Oh, the fantasies of this moment-- Natasha had plenty, and many had given her great pleasure before while she was quietly by herself working hard to remember that they were friends and nothing more. Still, nothing could ever do justice to how connected and perfectly they fit one another. Singing out another soft moan, Nat writhed against the couch, fingers between her thighs, covered in slick from him, from her. She was incredibly wet-- it didn't matter how he took her from here, she ached to be filled and could already feel him inside her as she waited.
There was no embarrassment in the way Natasha's body reacted the moment Morgan slammed himself home with that first stroke. Feeling his cock pound against her cervix in one perfect strike, Natasha let go and let the pleasure she'd been holding back wash over her again. Her body clenched around his, gripping the couch, nails digging against the fabric, and toes curling up. Throwing herself back against him, she cried out loudly, urging him to keep going, to let her have this orgasm for as long as humanly possible. Every stroke created another wave until finally she had to let go and release the tight hold she had around him that preserved the ecstasy. "Holy fuck. Don't stop. Baby. Please, don't stop. You feel so perfect inside me."
Leaning her head against the side of the couch, Natasha let her breathing normalize and then began to work Morgan for all he was worth, rolling her hips in a soft, tight motion that took him in and kept him tight in her body, as deep as he could go and deeper still. Every hit created a long moan from her-- it was an intensity that was impossible to describe, but it was undeniably one of the best things she'd ever felt.
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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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Date: 2025-01-05 12:31 am (UTC)"My god, Morgan. You are amazing." Her own hands run ranks over the slopes of his shoulders and down his arms. She grabs one of his hands and grips it tight, holding it to her body, and then releases it so she can fist her fingers into his hair and yank his head back. Her mouth descends on his neck, grasping it with her teeth to pull and suck at. Forgetting the word, she is making him hers-- for now and always. This ring marks him tonight, but she will know what tonight means between them.
She could do this with him forever. It feels like riding him, rubbing her wetness along his soft cock, stimulating herself as she does. It has her moaning for him, an orgasm growing before he even reaches full erection. "Just a little bit more. Oh god, Morgan."
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Date: 2025-01-21 04:25 am (UTC)He can't leave her hanging, of course. Drawing his hands around, he cups her breasts again -- but this time lowers his head to one, tongue flicking over her nipple before he captures it with his mouth. Gentle pressure at first, still caressing her with his tongue as he sucked, but quickly enough it turns more fierce, adding pressure and taking more of that sweet flesh into his mouth to work it. His fingers aren't idle on her other breast either, caressing it as his thumb brushes over that nipple in turn. Morgan knows what he's doing in general terms, of course, but with Nat so stimulated already, this is the perfect chance to discover just what tips her over the edge into wild ecstasy.
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Date: 2025-01-26 10:34 pm (UTC)The way he hisses against her, pulling at her ass while she undulates against his body, only spurns her on further. Nat can feel every sound that he makes pulling at her core. It runs through her like blood, hot and throbbing, to where her wetness covers him. Never before has she felt so lost to another person, so lost to herself before.
Feeling his mouth around her overly sensitive breasts almost brings her instantly. She drops her head back and cries out. Her nails drag along his back and then grip in tight when her body suddenly bows tight. She can feel her orgasm as it draws her up and over. Her body is suddenly awash in mind, alternating ecstasy. "Morgan. Oh gods, fuck. Morgan. Yes." Clinging to him, Nat rolls and crushes herself down against his body for longer than she ever has previously. The way he pulls and yanks at her nipples extends the orgasm until she can't stand it any further and has to move, lest she combust.
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Date: 2025-01-30 03:55 am (UTC)He takes that moment to meet her gaze again, craving the sight of the pleasure and desire twining together in her eyes, and sending back much the same himself. Even his breaths are thick and faintly raspy, as need tenses his chest and abdomen and makes even the release of air hard to achieve. And between her legs, the shaft she'd been stroking against with every motion of her hips is solid and very ready indeed.
His own hips move slightly, a gentle wordless plea for her to shift just that bit necessary for them to have what they both so desperately want.
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Date: 2025-02-02 02:51 pm (UTC)Pressing up on her thigh, Natasha allowed their bodies to mesh in a new way. Her heavy breasts melted against the top of his chest and then against the base of his chin. She smirked as she looked down at the wonder of a man below her. How long had they waited for this exact moment? It had been building for an eternity of friendship, and now, with everything burning down around them, it was here, and Nat knew that it would be more glorious than any battle ever fought and won.
Nat's pussy was dripping and tight from her orgasm, perfectly ready for the proud cock that stood against Morgan's stomach. Licking her lips, she reached down and guided him towards her. "I've wanted this, needed this for longer than I ever knew. Morgan." She gasped as she filled herself with him. There was no hesitation or taking him in slowly. She took every little inch until his body settled in her core. Feeling him there was like finding that part she knew she always needed, but never wanted to admit.
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Date: 2025-02-09 05:41 am (UTC)What he hadn't expected, and what takes his breath away, is the intensity. Not of the raw pleasure, though it's incredible, but the far deeper and more profound sense of connection. In one firm, easy motion they have found something very very right.
His lust and hunger demand motion, but an even more compelling urge has him wrapping his arms around her, drawing her close, seeking her lips. A desire to feel her against him, to meld with her as much as two people ever could.
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Date: 2025-02-11 07:51 pm (UTC)Their passion was so much more than she could have ever counted on. It burned through her soul, and she knew that she was completely addicted to this, to him like this. It had blown up their friendship into something masterful, and it had her fingernails burning down the sides of his back and across his shoulders.
When pulled into another kiss, she nipped and pulled at Morgan's lips, finding them even more attractive than ever. She'd always wondered what it would be like to sit and live at his mouth, making out with him for hours, and this was a monstrous melody. She savored his rich flavors and lingered on the silken feel inside when she'd catch a cheek outside a swipe of tongue here or there. Fuck, he was perfect, and he had her moaning and sighing softly until she couldn't breathe.
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Date: 2025-02-15 04:46 am (UTC)Finally, he has to pull his mouth away, to gasp in pleasure, and to see the expression on her face, so beautiful in a radiant way he'd never expected to see. On their own accord, his hands drop down to her hips, gripping tight so he can add his strength to hers when she descends, and let her rise with more power and speed without needing to worry about him slipping out.
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Date: 2025-02-16 06:43 pm (UTC)Nat only wants more. When the kiss breaks, she whines softly and drops her head back to give freedom to her hips. Like a woman who's been taught the art of belly dancing, she waves them in perfect conjunction with Morgan's desperate rutting, tightening her inner walls to offer him a hot, wet sheath that's made only for him to enjoy. "Morgan. Oh god. You feel so fucking good. No one else is like this. Fuck. Oh, fuck me, my love."
Not even thinking, Nat cries out her thoughts and even an edge of feeling-- her need and desire so hot. There's a rolling coursing through her skin, boiling to the surface and nearing its peak, but she is determined to wait until he's ready because she wants to bring him, crying out her name.
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Date: 2025-02-26 03:47 am (UTC)"Mine," he growls, voice rough and husky as he hauls her down on him again, and again, all fierce desire. "Mine," he says again against her neck, lips brushing her skin, and this time his tone makes clear that he's hers in turn. How could he not be, with her thighs clamped on his hips and her body arching atop him?
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Date: 2025-03-03 07:50 pm (UTC)Panting, she moans and nods. "Yours. Completely yours." Licking over his lips, she kisses him messily and then pulls back. "Take me from behind. I want to feel how deep you can go. I want you to fuck me harder, deeper. Make me come screaming, Morgan." She licks along his neck up to his ear. She knows that she won't have the great picture she does now, or the ability to touch that she does-- but there's something inherently dirty, and desperate about being taken from behind. She knows he's big enough to hit her cervix that way, and she almost always comes from that alone.
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Date: 2025-03-31 04:11 am (UTC)"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."
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Date: 2025-05-04 07:35 pm (UTC)The second she slips away, Nat rolls over and leans over the arm of the couch, offering all of her back, her ass and pussy at once. She can also easily rub herself while he forces himself to the final breaking point of her body. Natasha knows that she won't last long, and that he's due at least two orgasms from this position. Already, she can feel the shiver of one running up her spine in anticipation. Her mind wraps around how it will feel, and the way his mouth might nibble and lick along her back. "Morgan. Oh Morgan. I need you inside me, quickly. I can feel it. The rush is right here..."
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Date: 2025-05-10 04:02 am (UTC)Like so much of what they'd already done, he'd fantasized about this, and like all his fantasies, what he'd imagined couldn't compare in the slightest with reality. The curve of her back and hips, the play of muscles in her legs, the sensual motions of her eager body all conspired to grip him like a vise, body and soul.
Embarrassingly enough, he's so entranced he actually forgets what he's doing for a moment. Fortunately, her pleas bring him back to his senses enough for him to jerk forward, twist onto his knees, and slide into position behind her. Ordinarily, he'd take at least a moment to fit himself into his partner and start the rhythm, but this time he literally can't. The instant his head lines up with her pussy, he grabs her hips and drives himself forward, bottoming out with one powerful stroke.
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:35 pm (UTC)There was no embarrassment in the way Natasha's body reacted the moment Morgan slammed himself home with that first stroke. Feeling his cock pound against her cervix in one perfect strike, Natasha let go and let the pleasure she'd been holding back wash over her again. Her body clenched around his, gripping the couch, nails digging against the fabric, and toes curling up. Throwing herself back against him, she cried out loudly, urging him to keep going, to let her have this orgasm for as long as humanly possible. Every stroke created another wave until finally she had to let go and release the tight hold she had around him that preserved the ecstasy. "Holy fuck. Don't stop. Baby. Please, don't stop. You feel so perfect inside me."
Leaning her head against the side of the couch, Natasha let her breathing normalize and then began to work Morgan for all he was worth, rolling her hips in a soft, tight motion that took him in and kept him tight in her body, as deep as he could go and deeper still. Every hit created a long moan from her-- it was an intensity that was impossible to describe, but it was undeniably one of the best things she'd ever felt.
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