Miss Romanoff

26 (for real)

Warning: toe curling smut ahead. You have been warned.

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"Are you a good girl?" You murmur as you teasingly trail the tips of your fingers over the outside of her thighs. Her legs were spread wide enough to press her underwear covered centre onto your lap, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tries with everything in her to remain stock still.

As you cup her mound with the palm of your hand, you feel her slick wet the lace of her panties. It causes a small smirk to slip onto your lips, because you loved how worked up she'd gotten herself over just some simple teasing.

A small whimper also escapes her lips, and you watch as she purses them together in an attempt at keeping herself quiet. The hands behind her back strain against the fabric keeping them secured, and it tells you she was becoming desperate.

"Mhhh," You acknowledge as you deepen the pressure of your palm against clit, feeling Natasha's hips instinctively jolt against you. "So wet already." You muse quietly, and Natasha whimpers again.

Your hands slip down behind her and begin to harshly palm the flesh of her ass, fingers occasionally skimming the lace of her underwear. You weren't shy with your intentions, and you smirk at the guttural moan she releases when your hands dip between the curve of her butt to reach the warm and damp fabric of her underwear.

"Please." She begs, and you look up to see her staring at you with an almost pathetic pleading look on her face.

"Please what?" You raise an eyebrow pointedly as tilt your head to the side.

Natasha's throat bob as she swallows heavily. You see, when you weren't spending hours tangled beneath the sheets making love like two equal partners, Natasha likes to think she was the dominant one in the relationship. She tries to take control when you were in bed and sometimes you even let her because that raspiness in her voice was enough to have you wet in seconds.

But it was all sort of comical really, because you that all it would take was one look, one word or touch and she'd be putty in your hands.

Despite that, she was still in denial. She was learning though, and you knew with some coaxing she'd get there eventually.

"Please, mommy." She eventually pleads as her half lidded gaze meets your own. "Fuck me."

Without a word, you untie her hands before moving her underwear to the side exposing her sex to the cool air of the bedroom. You don't take your eyes away from her own as you finally dip the tips of your fingers into her entrance. She was hot and dripping, and you bite your bottom lip softly as you sink your fingers in all the way, your palm pressed firmly against her swollen clit.

She gasps slightly at the sensation as her lips part and eyes flutter shut, and you couldn't help but press your lips against her own. It was wet and sloppy, so arousal driven it leaves you both breathless. Neither of you seemed to care, and as her hips begin to firmly rock into you, you pull your lips away from her own and circle your tongue around her nipple.

Natasha gasps as her hips pick up speed, and you smirk softly as you work your tongue over the wet bud, circling it a few times before opening your mouth wider to take more of her in. Your teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, and Natasha moans again as her hands desperately clutch your head to her.

"Yes, please," she breathlessly pleads, "don't stop. Please don't stop."

Every squelch and hum that fills the room only seems to fuel your insatiable hunger for her. She was so fucking addictive. "I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers," you murmur into her ear as you cup her ass cheek and coax her into you.