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.
As she came around him, he keeps driving into her -- pumping his hips forward and pulling hers back with his full strength, slamming himself into her from tip to root on each thrust like he's trying to split her in half, making her rear smack against his hips. As much as he'd like to claim he's driving into her like that because he knew that was exactly what she wants, the truth is that there's no conscious thought behind it. It's all raw desire and need and pleasure, with every iota of his being demanding he keep this girl screaming and shaking and ecstatic.
But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.
[Sorry if I took a while. I've been very sick and even ended up in the hospital the other day getting IV potassium until 7pm. I'm slowly healing, I hope and am working on catching up on my fun hobbie, now that I have a little bit of brain left. If this happens to be too late, or you need to drop or anything, I understand. If not, thanks for your understanding!! Have a wonderful day.]]
The mix between the raw power that runs through Morgan's body while Nat orgasms and the tender motions he offers while she works to catch her breath again, sends shivers of inner pleasure straight to Natasha's heart. She already knows how much she cares and adores Morgan, and while they'd never planned this, it feels so right now. It's like they were meant to do this.
Squeezing around him again, Nat thinks as she controls her motions and angles her hips so that he's hitting even deeper before. There's a little energy lost, but Nat makes up for it with her reserves-- that bundle that's always there, always fighting to keep going. Muscles undulate around him in practiced exercises while the world listens to the chorus of their bodies smacking against one another.
Nat's dripping wet, and she can feel it between her thighs, knowing that it's got to be drenching Morgan as well when he shouts out an expletive. "That's it, love. Come on." She keeps the edge going, taking him as deep as possible, speeding and then slowing her rate to help with the exact pressure and feeling Morgan might need to find his perfect ecstasy."
[I sure hope you're doing better! That's a heck of a thing to have to go through. Don't worry about losing me -- I'll backtag into infinity, even with the terribly slow pace for tags I can't do at work... ]
What pushes him over the edge isn't the sight, or the sound, or even the grip she has on him -- though don't get him wrong, all of those things are incredible beyond words, and if he had less stamina or hadn't already emptied himself once, he'd have lost his battle for control a long time ago. But the way she moves? He can't win against that. Not when she does it so perfectly, with a body that's wonderfully fit and athletic in that way he can't resist.
The sudden moment of sublime bliss hits him like a spike to the brain, the lower spine, and perhaps most importantly, the cock. Morgan lets out a yell that has no words, just indistinct vowels and raw ecstasy, as he slams himself into her with all his strength, filling her completely with him. His eruption is like a fountain, a firehose -- a massive gout that says more than words ever could just what she'd done to him, how far into unbelievable pleasure she'd led him. His mind is nothing but blank white surrender, but his body operates on instinct; his hips withdraw slightly, before he thrusts it again and unleashes another spurt, almost as potent as the first. Several more follow, as he unleashes into her body everything she'd been desperate to coax out.
When it at last ends, by some miracle he doesn't fall over. Or out of her, for that matter. He keeps his grip on her hips, leaning a little weight onto her as his body slowly releases its orgasmic tension.
[There's still weird stuff going on with my blood pressure. Was back in the hospital, this time overnight. My heart's fine, but they can't figure me out. At least I'm home? I'll just live with low blood pressure and a ditzy brain. haha.]
Already feeling like an exposed, raw nerve, Natasha's body quivers with her motions. Morgan has taken her places and heights she never knew existed previously. There's nothing that she had to compare to. Sliding against the edge of the couch, her nails dig into the fabric roughly, gouging furrows along the side where she hangs slightly. This doesn't keep her from moving back and letting her hips sing along and against Morgan.
He's so deep now that Nat's lost all objectivity. All she can do is crave, want, and desire with the depravity of a woman lost. Nat is so overwhelmed by the overstimulation that she's powerless against it. Moaning deeply with every thrust -- she cries out loudly when Morgan thrusts in far deeper than he ever has before. She can feel the way his body pours into hers, his cum filling her up, not once but several times. The punch of his body is marvelous, and by the last time, she's quivering with him-- riding her orgasm once more.
Falling back down, she leans heavily on the armrest beneath her and brings a shaky hand up to stroke over Morgan's back, the side of his ass and down one of his thighs. "Fuck. You're amazing." She barely manages the words. There's more, but she's still catching her breath. Her forehead presses tight to the couch, eyes blinking while they work through focusing on the world around them once more.
He can't respond, immediately. Not for a little bit, in fact -- his brain is slowly trying to put itself back together from the many pieces it had shattered into. And her gentle touch disrupted that, not that he was complaining.
Some moments wrote themselves into your memory forever. This whole night is doing just that. And especially that mutual orgasm, which he knows perfectly well is going to change his definitions and fantasies of pleasure permanently.
Even just thinking about how amazing this is, the whole situation, is enough to make his still-half-hard cock pulse inside her, as desire warred against biology. Grabbing on to the back of the couch with one hand, he leans forward to wrap his other arm around her shoulders, then pull her back against him, so he could start pressing warm kisses to her neck and back. Not for any other reason than he needed to feel her against him, needed to express his appreciation and delight for her closeness.
Morgan, it turns out, gets very snuggly after sex, whether it's done for the night or just paused for the moment.
A faint smile lit around the corners of Natasha's lips. She could barely hold it there, but it was something secret, something all her own. It was all about knowing what had happened here tonight. Two best friends had finally taken the leap into love. If a relationship were ever to be successful, it took a friendship like theirs, and if this first time together were to be a jumping off point, then Nat knew that everything after would be fucking amazing.
They'd have their whirlwind fights and make incredible love to make up for them. All this she wore in her tiny smile. Arching her back, she leaned into Morgan's body, needing more of him as well. Now that all this had grown between them, she wished to feel his body heavy against hers. She, too, needed the soft afterglow to touch, kiss, and continue the intimacy.
"I never thought we'd make it this far... I'm so glad we did." She whispered at the touches of his lips. The only bad thing about this position on a couch was that it didn't allow her to feel all she wanted while keeping him inside her, and she didn't want him to pull out immediately. She could still feel the seed he spilled inside her, and how it leaked down her thighs. Usually, she'd get up and immediately go shower-- but now she wanted to luxuriate in all that went on between them.
For the record, he intended to get into as few fights with her as possible! But he did know they would be inevitable. If they could always make up like this... well, that would go a long way towards making disagreements like that tolerable.
On the other hand, they wouldn't need the excuse. For all the tender warmth now burning inside him, and the deep sense of a growing passion that was far more than just physical.. well, he had always thought her desirable, and the thought of actually having her, often, practically any time he wanted, makes him almost giddy.
"My fantasies were every bit as inadequate as I always knew they would be." She could feel his smile where his lips rested against her skin, and the deep breath he took was that of a man supremely satisfied with his place. "You need to move?" he asked after a moment, reluctantly acknowledging that propped up against him with him still half-hard inside her might not be sustainable for too long.
"I do love how you feel like this, and I don't actually want to move, but I think a bed where we can lie next to one another, or all tied up in one another until we can do this again, sounds incredibly wonderful. Maybe even a bathtub, if you want to wash off a little, but we can get dirtier first if you want to.." Nat was open to all possibilities. This first time between them was intense, and she didn't want to have it end any time soon. The night was barely getting started.
Sure, they'd need breaks for rest and food, but sex all night was the best way to go in her mind. Now that she finally had Morgan, she couldn't imagine not being this close to him. It was insane that they'd made it this long. "It was way better than I ever imagined, dreamed of, and masturbated to. I had no idea exactly how good it would be."
Pressing back against him, she rocked softly, running her hands down his thighs while they were still tied together. Once they were apart, she'd need to clean up a bit, because she knew that he'd filled her and she'd start to leak. It would only take a cloth, and once done, she'd be fine to walk to wherever he decided they should be.
"Bathtub... well, maybe a shower might work better, all things considered."
His mind was off on another tangent entirely, and she could sense more than easily see a smile growing on his face. Some of the nature of those thoughts also reached her in an entirely different way, as their nature overcame his overall relaxed bliss, and pumped a little bit of blood back into his cock.
Which, considering his plan, worked out well. He slid one leg off the couch to get his foot on the ground, as much as he could do without sliding out of her, then dropped the arm around her shoulders to loop around her waist instead. "Let's do that," he murmured into her ear, sliding his other hand over her ass and down the back of her thigh --
Then he leaned back and stretched the leg still on the couch out to push himself sidelong and up to a standing position. His arm tightened as he did, pulling her hips and waist back against him, and as he rose he simply picked her up, using the hand on her thigh to support some of her weight as well. And most importantly, he did all that while only sliding about an inch out of her as they shifted, an inch he quickly reclaimed as he let her body sink down and against him once more.
"I think this might be my favorite benefit from being in good shape."
It was a position that Nat could say she'd never been in before. It was awkward to say the least, being held by the stomach and hip with Morgan holding tight behind her. She wasn't sure how to approach the shower, whether she should move or if he would. All she truly wanted was to turn around now and kiss him hard on the lips.
"It's impressive, but what happens when I want to see your face to face in the shower. I want your lips on mine. I want your hands holding me against the shower wall." She licked her lips, reached back, and smacked his ass playfully. It was fortunate she was flexible, or none of this would have worked. She had to tuck in her core and hold it in tightly to hold onto him and keep him inside her.
"I think I'll let you lead us to the shower. You're the one holding most of my weight. If I were to move, I'd probably trip us up and we'd end up in a pile on the floor. " They'd be laughing, but they might break something important, and that was the last thing Nat wanted to happen tonight. She was ready to keep up with the changes that were happening between them and to enjoy this honeymoon for as long as it lasted.
When she didn't do what he expected, which was sling one arm over his neck for support, he actually did wonder if she'd ever been picked up quite this way before. The idea that she might not have been, that he might have actually found something new for her, made his whole body tense with a sudden flood of desire. He always did pride himself on his stamina, but man, this was ridiculous.
"It really is more of a 'in front of the mirror' position," he said, to put that idea in her head, even as he took a careful step forward. Their configuration wasn't quite perfect, so the way their hips moved made him feel just a little odd, but it wasn't bad. Wasn't going to stop him.
Satisfied that he could walk without any problem, he picked up the pace, striding to the bathroom quickly with just a pause so she could open the door. She had free hands... though heaven help him if she nudged it open with a foot, he'd find that incredibly, inexplicably hot.
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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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Date: 2025-05-29 03:21 am (UTC)But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.
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Date: 2025-06-15 07:00 pm (UTC)The mix between the raw power that runs through Morgan's body while Nat orgasms and the tender motions he offers while she works to catch her breath again, sends shivers of inner pleasure straight to Natasha's heart. She already knows how much she cares and adores Morgan, and while they'd never planned this, it feels so right now. It's like they were meant to do this.
Squeezing around him again, Nat thinks as she controls her motions and angles her hips so that he's hitting even deeper before. There's a little energy lost, but Nat makes up for it with her reserves-- that bundle that's always there, always fighting to keep going. Muscles undulate around him in practiced exercises while the world listens to the chorus of their bodies smacking against one another.
Nat's dripping wet, and she can feel it between her thighs, knowing that it's got to be drenching Morgan as well when he shouts out an expletive. "That's it, love. Come on." She keeps the edge going, taking him as deep as possible, speeding and then slowing her rate to help with the exact pressure and feeling Morgan might need to find his perfect ecstasy."
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Date: 2025-06-28 04:40 am (UTC)What pushes him over the edge isn't the sight, or the sound, or even the grip she has on him -- though don't get him wrong, all of those things are incredible beyond words, and if he had less stamina or hadn't already emptied himself once, he'd have lost his battle for control a long time ago. But the way she moves? He can't win against that. Not when she does it so perfectly, with a body that's wonderfully fit and athletic in that way he can't resist.
The sudden moment of sublime bliss hits him like a spike to the brain, the lower spine, and perhaps most importantly, the cock. Morgan lets out a yell that has no words, just indistinct vowels and raw ecstasy, as he slams himself into her with all his strength, filling her completely with him. His eruption is like a fountain, a firehose -- a massive gout that says more than words ever could just what she'd done to him, how far into unbelievable pleasure she'd led him. His mind is nothing but blank white surrender, but his body operates on instinct; his hips withdraw slightly, before he thrusts it again and unleashes another spurt, almost as potent as the first. Several more follow, as he unleashes into her body everything she'd been desperate to coax out.
When it at last ends, by some miracle he doesn't fall over. Or out of her, for that matter. He keeps his grip on her hips, leaning a little weight onto her as his body slowly releases its orgasmic tension.
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Date: 2025-07-03 05:37 pm (UTC)Already feeling like an exposed, raw nerve, Natasha's body quivers with her motions. Morgan has taken her places and heights she never knew existed previously. There's nothing that she had to compare to. Sliding against the edge of the couch, her nails dig into the fabric roughly, gouging furrows along the side where she hangs slightly. This doesn't keep her from moving back and letting her hips sing along and against Morgan.
He's so deep now that Nat's lost all objectivity. All she can do is crave, want, and desire with the depravity of a woman lost. Nat is so overwhelmed by the overstimulation that she's powerless against it. Moaning deeply with every thrust -- she cries out loudly when Morgan thrusts in far deeper than he ever has before. She can feel the way his body pours into hers, his cum filling her up, not once but several times. The punch of his body is marvelous, and by the last time, she's quivering with him-- riding her orgasm once more.
Falling back down, she leans heavily on the armrest beneath her and brings a shaky hand up to stroke over Morgan's back, the side of his ass and down one of his thighs. "Fuck. You're amazing." She barely manages the words. There's more, but she's still catching her breath. Her forehead presses tight to the couch, eyes blinking while they work through focusing on the world around them once more.
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Date: 2025-07-13 04:26 am (UTC)Some moments wrote themselves into your memory forever. This whole night is doing just that. And especially that mutual orgasm, which he knows perfectly well is going to change his definitions and fantasies of pleasure permanently.
Even just thinking about how amazing this is, the whole situation, is enough to make his still-half-hard cock pulse inside her, as desire warred against biology. Grabbing on to the back of the couch with one hand, he leans forward to wrap his other arm around her shoulders, then pull her back against him, so he could start pressing warm kisses to her neck and back. Not for any other reason than he needed to feel her against him, needed to express his appreciation and delight for her closeness.
Morgan, it turns out, gets very snuggly after sex, whether it's done for the night or just paused for the moment.
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Date: 2025-07-21 07:14 pm (UTC)They'd have their whirlwind fights and make incredible love to make up for them. All this she wore in her tiny smile. Arching her back, she leaned into Morgan's body, needing more of him as well. Now that all this had grown between them, she wished to feel his body heavy against hers. She, too, needed the soft afterglow to touch, kiss, and continue the intimacy.
"I never thought we'd make it this far... I'm so glad we did." She whispered at the touches of his lips. The only bad thing about this position on a couch was that it didn't allow her to feel all she wanted while keeping him inside her, and she didn't want him to pull out immediately. She could still feel the seed he spilled inside her, and how it leaked down her thighs. Usually, she'd get up and immediately go shower-- but now she wanted to luxuriate in all that went on between them.
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Date: 2025-07-31 03:02 am (UTC)On the other hand, they wouldn't need the excuse. For all the tender warmth now burning inside him, and the deep sense of a growing passion that was far more than just physical.. well, he had always thought her desirable, and the thought of actually having her, often, practically any time he wanted, makes him almost giddy.
"My fantasies were every bit as inadequate as I always knew they would be." She could feel his smile where his lips rested against her skin, and the deep breath he took was that of a man supremely satisfied with his place. "You need to move?" he asked after a moment, reluctantly acknowledging that propped up against him with him still half-hard inside her might not be sustainable for too long.
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Date: 2025-08-04 10:25 pm (UTC)Sure, they'd need breaks for rest and food, but sex all night was the best way to go in her mind. Now that she finally had Morgan, she couldn't imagine not being this close to him. It was insane that they'd made it this long. "It was way better than I ever imagined, dreamed of, and masturbated to. I had no idea exactly how good it would be."
Pressing back against him, she rocked softly, running her hands down his thighs while they were still tied together. Once they were apart, she'd need to clean up a bit, because she knew that he'd filled her and she'd start to leak. It would only take a cloth, and once done, she'd be fine to walk to wherever he decided they should be.
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Date: 2025-08-06 02:52 am (UTC)His mind was off on another tangent entirely, and she could sense more than easily see a smile growing on his face. Some of the nature of those thoughts also reached her in an entirely different way, as their nature overcame his overall relaxed bliss, and pumped a little bit of blood back into his cock.
Which, considering his plan, worked out well. He slid one leg off the couch to get his foot on the ground, as much as he could do without sliding out of her, then dropped the arm around her shoulders to loop around her waist instead. "Let's do that," he murmured into her ear, sliding his other hand over her ass and down the back of her thigh --
Then he leaned back and stretched the leg still on the couch out to push himself sidelong and up to a standing position. His arm tightened as he did, pulling her hips and waist back against him, and as he rose he simply picked her up, using the hand on her thigh to support some of her weight as well. And most importantly, he did all that while only sliding about an inch out of her as they shifted, an inch he quickly reclaimed as he let her body sink down and against him once more.
"I think this might be my favorite benefit from being in good shape."
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Date: 2025-08-07 09:02 pm (UTC)"It's impressive, but what happens when I want to see your face to face in the shower. I want your lips on mine. I want your hands holding me against the shower wall." She licked her lips, reached back, and smacked his ass playfully. It was fortunate she was flexible, or none of this would have worked. She had to tuck in her core and hold it in tightly to hold onto him and keep him inside her.
"I think I'll let you lead us to the shower. You're the one holding most of my weight. If I were to move, I'd probably trip us up and we'd end up in a pile on the floor. " They'd be laughing, but they might break something important, and that was the last thing Nat wanted to happen tonight. She was ready to keep up with the changes that were happening between them and to enjoy this honeymoon for as long as it lasted.
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Date: 2025-08-08 02:14 am (UTC)"It really is more of a 'in front of the mirror' position," he said, to put that idea in her head, even as he took a careful step forward. Their configuration wasn't quite perfect, so the way their hips moved made him feel just a little odd, but it wasn't bad. Wasn't going to stop him.
Satisfied that he could walk without any problem, he picked up the pace, striding to the bathroom quickly with just a pause so she could open the door. She had free hands... though heaven help him if she nudged it open with a foot, he'd find that incredibly, inexplicably hot.