[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: 2025-07-03 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.