This was the reward. This was why people worked hard. Why they earned their right to spend time with the people they could play hard with. And Natasha was starting to become very, very attached to the idea of Captain America as a bed partner she could mould. His hands leave a burning trail in their wake, the warmth from his body easily transferring to hers. Her lips stayed parted as he teased her nipples, touched her hip and came dangerously close to touching her ass. She smiled a little at hearing him call her by the shortened form of her name. The affection clear even under the lust. "That makes two of us, Steve."
And then she really was gone. Her mind already filled with the images of what she'd teach him. Of how she'd break him in as hers. No other woman would touch him unless she wanted it. A fleeting thought along those lines entered her mind and she filed it away for later. First she wanted plenty of alone time with Steve.
Natasha's lips curved against his, his mouth already following her lead wonderfully. And she was enjoying his reactions. Enjoying the way he was responding to her. That she was the first one to enter this territory. To see Steve in this way and to give him such pleasure.
The rough she can handle. The rough she likes. She even moans louder as she's caught between his body and the pillar, as his hands grip that little bit too tightly and no doubt leave marks. "That's it, darling. Just like this." She pushed her left hand up into his hair, fingers gripping at the short strands as she kissed his temple in reward. "All the pleasures I can bring you are yours if you just keep following my directions."
But even his own initiative was good. She exhaled before a ripple went through her body and her body pulsed with an increased want as that warm, glorious mouth closed over her nipple. "Steve..." Her right hand dropped to her hip, taking his and pushing so that he'd get the message to slip it between her thighs. Time to teach Steve just a little foreplay before they really did get rough.
Steve's almost forgotten where he is, forgotten the fact that they were here because he'd been kidnapped by a child-hungry alien queen. And at this moment, if asked? He might even thank that creepy lady, because it's gotten him here -- pressed up against Tasha, naked and hard and eager to please in a way he'd never expected to find himself. He wants Tasha to tell him what to do, wants her to show him how to touch her, to encourage her with those moans and with those sweet words, those soft little kisses against his temple that tell him he's doing good. That he's making her feel good. And he wants that more than anything.
He's ready, willing, and eager for instruction, and beneath the roaring hunger screaming along every nerve there's enough wherewithal left to hope that this isn't a one time thing; to hope that he does good enough for her that she'll want to take him in hand again.
He's sucking at her nipple, teeth closed gently around it, glorying in the way he makes her respond, the way she seems to like it. Her skin tastes amazing on his tongue, the sensitive little bud perfect. Her hand's on his leg, and he follows her directions, reluctantly pulling back from her breast for a moment as he presses his bare thigh high between her legs, eyes locked on her face to watch her, to see what she wants, what she needs, where and how she wants him to touch her.
All the pleasures, he thinks, groaning a bit at the feeling of her strong thighs against his skin; this sure as hell's got to be one of them, watching her get hot and bothered because of him, because of something that he's doing, and yes. Anything, to see that look on her face. "Yes," he gasps, the hand on her hip closing further, losing a bit of a sense of his own strength in his focus on watching her. "Yes, Ma'am."
Oh, he is doing wonderfully well. A top student if ever she'd had one. So much potential in this man that had seemed so proper, so innocent. Though perhaps innocent was never the right word with Steve. He'd seen war. He'd seen the world crumble. But there was something untouched about him until now. Something so private and personal and special, but Natasha was bringing it out in him and she couldn't help but swell with pride at that fact. She was the one and only woman to have Steve Rogers.
She tilted her head, lips pressed against his ear as her low moans continued to urge him on. She had all the praise for her student. All the praise for his hands and mouth and yes, even his thigh.
She rubbed against it shamelessly, letting him feel just how aroused she was becoming. Letting him understand that the more he teased, the wetter she got. This was what he wanted for her. This was how he needed her.
"Soon, darling..." Her teeth caught his ear again and she gave it a sharp tug as his fingers pressed into her. Pain for pain, but it only sparked the pleasure centers for her. This was the kind of pain she enjoyed. She pulled his head back, mouth closing over his in a deep kiss as she coaxed his tongue to engage with hers. And still her hips rocked as she sought friction. "Unh--" A ripple rolled through her and she shuddered in his embrace. "--Take yourself in hand. I want you now."
It was -- amazing, the way her body was responding, as she ground against him, as she rocked her hips wanton and beautiful against his thigh, and those sharp bites of her teeth against his ear had him moaning again, rougher and darker still. A moment's beautiful, sharp pain, and then she was kissing him again, and he was kissing her back with an abandoned kind of need, glorying in the heat of her body, in the way she'd grown wet, in how good her hand felt in his hair as she pulled his head back for the kiss.
"Yes," he sighed, and while he continued to hold her easily with one hand, his strength making it nothing at all to support her between his body and the pillar without thought, he wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself once, twice, three times -- and then paused, looking up at her with wide, almost wild eyes. "I --"
Unsure, suddenly unsure and violently needy, he was at a momentary loss for what he should do.
Natasha saw the change in his face and cupped it between her hands before she kissed his forehead reassuringly. She wasn't going to let him lose his rhythm. She wouldn't leave him standing there lost. She would help him. Of course she would help him. It's what mentors did.
She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder as her hand slipped between them to cover his. She didn't rush this part. She didn't force him. She just took her time in guiding him towards her entrance. She let him feel her against the tip of cock. Let him understand that she would stretch as he pushed it.
Natasha lifted her head again to meet his gaze, her lips parted in a gasp. "Just like this, Steve. I'm going to let you go and I want you to thrust your hips forward. You're not going to hurt me. Push forward until you can't anymore."
And then she really was gone. Her mind already filled with the images of what she'd teach him. Of how she'd break him in as hers. No other woman would touch him unless she wanted it. A fleeting thought along those lines entered her mind and she filed it away for later. First she wanted plenty of alone time with Steve.
Natasha's lips curved against his, his mouth already following her lead wonderfully. And she was enjoying his reactions. Enjoying the way he was responding to her. That she was the first one to enter this territory. To see Steve in this way and to give him such pleasure.
The rough she can handle. The rough she likes. She even moans louder as she's caught between his body and the pillar, as his hands grip that little bit too tightly and no doubt leave marks. "That's it, darling. Just like this." She pushed her left hand up into his hair, fingers gripping at the short strands as she kissed his temple in reward. "All the pleasures I can bring you are yours if you just keep following my directions."
But even his own initiative was good. She exhaled before a ripple went through her body and her body pulsed with an increased want as that warm, glorious mouth closed over her nipple. "Steve..." Her right hand dropped to her hip, taking his and pushing so that he'd get the message to slip it between her thighs. Time to teach Steve just a little foreplay before they really did get rough.
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He's ready, willing, and eager for instruction, and beneath the roaring hunger screaming along every nerve there's enough wherewithal left to hope that this isn't a one time thing; to hope that he does good enough for her that she'll want to take him in hand again.
He's sucking at her nipple, teeth closed gently around it, glorying in the way he makes her respond, the way she seems to like it. Her skin tastes amazing on his tongue, the sensitive little bud perfect. Her hand's on his leg, and he follows her directions, reluctantly pulling back from her breast for a moment as he presses his bare thigh high between her legs, eyes locked on her face to watch her, to see what she wants, what she needs, where and how she wants him to touch her.
All the pleasures, he thinks, groaning a bit at the feeling of her strong thighs against his skin; this sure as hell's got to be one of them, watching her get hot and bothered because of him, because of something that he's doing, and yes. Anything, to see that look on her face. "Yes," he gasps, the hand on her hip closing further, losing a bit of a sense of his own strength in his focus on watching her. "Yes, Ma'am."
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She tilted her head, lips pressed against his ear as her low moans continued to urge him on. She had all the praise for her student. All the praise for his hands and mouth and yes, even his thigh.
She rubbed against it shamelessly, letting him feel just how aroused she was becoming. Letting him understand that the more he teased, the wetter she got. This was what he wanted for her. This was how he needed her.
"Soon, darling..." Her teeth caught his ear again and she gave it a sharp tug as his fingers pressed into her. Pain for pain, but it only sparked the pleasure centers for her. This was the kind of pain she enjoyed. She pulled his head back, mouth closing over his in a deep kiss as she coaxed his tongue to engage with hers. And still her hips rocked as she sought friction. "Unh--" A ripple rolled through her and she shuddered in his embrace. "--Take yourself in hand. I want you now."
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"Yes," he sighed, and while he continued to hold her easily with one hand, his strength making it nothing at all to support her between his body and the pillar without thought, he wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself once, twice, three times -- and then paused, looking up at her with wide, almost wild eyes. "I --"
Unsure, suddenly unsure and violently needy, he was at a momentary loss for what he should do.
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She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder as her hand slipped between them to cover his. She didn't rush this part. She didn't force him. She just took her time in guiding him towards her entrance. She let him feel her against the tip of cock. Let him understand that she would stretch as he pushed it.
Natasha lifted her head again to meet his gaze, her lips parted in a gasp. "Just like this, Steve. I'm going to let you go and I want you to thrust your hips forward. You're not going to hurt me. Push forward until you can't anymore."
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