[The subtle attraction to Steph had caught Nat by surprise. For the most part, she was far more attracted to men than women. Now and then, a lovely woman would turn her head, and she might appreciate her beauty, but never did she think about a relationship. Hell, Nat didn't know about relationships in general. She wasn't good enough for them.
She'd spent the majority of her life doing terrible things, and now was her time to make up for it. This was her focus. Sure, she still used her body now and then for a mark, because that's a part of what she was taught to do. Sex was something to be used for work, or to scratch an itch. The last thing Nat figured on was Steph.
Slowly, ever so slowly, their banter drew down her barriers, and Steph became a true friend. From there, Nat revealed how she felt about herself and how unworthy she was. Steph helped her find the smallest amount of self-worth, and from there things blossomed. Nat found every part of Steph stunning. She held an ethereal beauty like no one Nat had ever encountered before.
It had taken a long time to come to this meeting, and for them to take this step. It was the opposite of how Nat normally ran. She was nervous. When she was taken to the bedroom and sat in a chair with a pad and pencil, it made her even more nervous. She wasn't the best artist. However, seeing Steph step out of her robe was the most inspiring muse there could ever be. Breathtaking. ]
I've never drawn a French girl, but I'll draw you. My god, you are a goddess in that.
[Thinking shortly, Nat tipped her head this way and that. She got up and piled up some pillows at one side of the bed.]
Put your head on the pillows, and arch your back. You can take breaks to breathe and relax when you need to, but keep your knees up. Place one hand on your thigh and the other on the side closest to me-- Keep your leg lower and slide your hand into those panties. I want to draw you masturbating.
[ooc: a little like this img, minus the front leg being lower and her fingers dancing dangerously draw me like a french girl ]
[ Steph did as she was instructed — a little self-conscious at first, and a bit more nervous when Nat guided her into position, the other woman's touch almost electric on her skin. She was much stronger than the redhead, sure, but she felt like Nat could break her anytime, or turn her into a helpless puddle.
She laughed when Nat revealed what she wanted to draw, her cheeks flushing darker. Her hand rested on her belly, fingertips skimming the elastic band of her panties. ]
Do you want me to actually touch myself, or...?
[ They both knew they weren't really here for an art session. And while Steph had never masturbated in front of anyone, she wasn't about to back out now that they'd gotten started. It was a testament to the influence Nat had on her, how the redhead had helped her love her own body. Now it seemed like Nat was going to teach her how to love sex, too. ]
It was a work of art merely watching Steph get into position. This wasn't anything that Nat had done before. She'd never been serious enough about anyone to allow them to push her like this, but she trusted Steph and desired her deeply.
Watching the way her back arched and her cheeks flushed had Nat catching her breath. She could feel her core heating up. It was like she was the one on that bed opening up for the first time. "You're stunning like this. I've never seen anything more enticing, more desirable."
Biting her lip, Nat nodded at Steph's question. She wanted to watch. She wanted to see how the other woman pleased herself, and Nat would do her best to draw for as long as she could until she knew that she couldn't anymore. This would be their first time together, and Nat's first time with a woman outside of work. It mattered with Steph, and while this was such a roundabout way of doing things, Nat was already worked up.
Foreplay was necessary, and this was some excellent foreplay. "I want to hear you masturbate, watch the way you move, and see how beautiful you are when you fall apart. Fall apart for me, Steph."
"There was a time when I wouldn't have believed you," Steph said with a laugh. It seemed so long ago now. They'd been working together already by then, sure, but Nat always had some kind of hidden agenda that it had been hard for Steph to really trust her. How very different she'd thought they were back then, the soldier and the spy. But beneath the suits and the weapons and the facades they wore like armor they were just two women trying to find their place in the world, and they found that in each other.
Instead of saying anything more, Steph simply closed her eyes. She thought back to that moment on the escalator, when Nat had turned and demanded, "Kiss me," and even though it had purely been for work reasons, Steph had felt herself heat up. She had thought Nat had figured her out by then, that she too liked women as much as she liked men, or possibly even more. But in her imaginings that was only the beginning. Nat would pin her to a wall, easily, as if Steph had lost all her strength. Nat who was completely naked, utterly confident in her body. Nat who continued to demand, "Kiss me," while she had a hand shoved into Steph's underwear, fingers stroking Steph's core.
Moaning softly, Steph's fingers moved beneath the fabric of her panties. Eventually she parted her legs wider, unable to help herself despite knowing she was breaking off from the pose. With her free hand she tugged at her bra until she managed to free one of her breasts, then lightly pinched and toyed with her nipple as she imagined Nat sucking and licking it.
"Fuck," she let out with a shuddering gasp and her back arching. Nat, in her mind, had cupped her core and coaxed, "Fall apart for me, Stephanie," and Steph rocked her hips in response.
"There was a time I wouldn't have said it. I didn't trust myself and the way I felt. After Banner, it was hard to let anyone near me. You, you crawled under my skin, and now I can't think about another person. You're so fucking sexy. I want to climb over there and ..."
Not wanting to distract herself too much from what she was supposed to be doing, Nat tried to concentrate on the drawing she was supposed to be doing. She had a rough outline sketched out. It wasn't anything special, not nearly as special as what was happening over on the bed.
Watching Steph made Natasha's body heat. She almost dropped the pencil she was using several times. It was nearly impossible to sit where she was and watch the way Stephanie touched herself. She did precisely what Nat had requested, but she took it beyond what Nat expected. Licking her lips, Nat moved in a slow grind against the chair she sat on, squeezing her thighs together, trying to get some relief.
Nat could hear how wet Stephanie was, and she could feel her own body grow equally as wet. "That's it, baby. Keep going. You're going to come for me, and then I'm going to come over there and take you to places you haven't been. Jesus, you're making me insane. "
They'd teased and flirted before, sure, but this was the first time Steph had anyone talk dirty to her while she pleasured herself, and actually hearing Nat's voice instead of just imagining it... fuck, she would have to ask Nat talk her through it over the phone the next time she felt the urge to masturbate. She'd always found the redhead so sexy, so sensual; this was just a new level to that.
So while she wanted to keep going as Nat said, she also wanted to hear the redhead talk dirty some more. "God, you're so hot when you're being bossy, Natasha," she commented with a groan. "Talk me through it? Tell me how you want me to touch myself, or how you'd do it."
She was so used to being the leader, to being in command, that she wanted to relinquish that for a change.
Taking charge was never a problem for Natasha. Sure, there were times when she wanted someone else to take it from her, but that would come later. Tonight, she was in charge, and she was going to take Steph to places she'd never been before. They both had the power to fall apart as many times as needed.
Nat knew the power of being with a woman just then. Her body was an inferno of need, and all she had to do was think about what she wanted and speak it aloud. Rocking against the chair, Nat licked along her bottom lip and let out a long quivering breath.
"Fuck. You're so hot right now. I want you to press your fingers inside yourself, imagine my tongue running up and down through your entire pussy. I want you to think about that as you fuck your fingers for a little bit. Don't touch your clit yet."
She paused and looked at the breast that pointedly stood out above the curve of Steph's lingerie. It was so difficult to sit where she was and not go over there to help, to take over. "With your free hand, pinch your nipple and pull on it. Imagine my mouth sucking and then running my teeth around it, all the while I'm fucking you with my fingers and sucking along your gorgeous pussy with my mouth. Feel the heat from my core, and how wet you are for me. Are you wet? I want to hear how wet you are. I want to see it. Show me your fingers. "
For all the times Steph had gone against orders in the past, this wasn't one of them. She dutifully complied with Nat's every instruction, though she got a little sloppy at some point because she couldn't be bothered to do anything else past squeezing her breast while she fingered herself and imagined Nat running her hot, wet tongue along her pussy. She'd already had that tongue doing maneuvers in her mouth before; tonight she was heating up just from the thought of having it everywhere else on her body.
Happy birthday to her, indeed.
She suppressed a moan when Nat asked to hear how wet she was, and she found herself aroused by the sound of her own squelching fingers. She was already very wet, but she knew she can keep going for much longer. The serum saw to that, too. She could really do this all day night.
Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers out from between her legs and from under her panties. Her expression a little dazed, she turned her head toward Nat and held out her hand. Her middle and index fingers were slick and shiny with her wetness, even slowly trickling down her palm and the back of her hand.
"Would be a waste if you don't lick it off," she tempted. But if Nat were to give in, she'd pull her hand back and lather it over her exposed breast. She wouldn't mind getting some help there.
Being sloppy in the middle of an event like this didn't bother Natasha in the least. It only had her licking along her bottom lip with the silent knowledge that Steph couldn't withhold anything from Nat, not even her own body. It was supremely satisfying to watch exactly how Steph moved while she masturbated.
Every couple should take the time to watch this, to learn from one another how astonishing, how wild, free, reckless, needy, and without care their partner could be when they worked by themselves alone. Natasha was learning all this about Stephanie, and she knew that it was her voice that incited it, had it burning through her body. What phenomenal power, to know and make Nat's heart beat in a way she hadn't thought it could before.
The voice was a simple command that she could impower again, and would but now her body was at the wimpering will of Stephanie's wetness. Watching those fingers drip with the compounded desperation that Natasha had created, she sat there weighing her options. Taking the steps needed, she moved to Stephanie and took one digit tight and sucked it deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and along it. She teased, and taunted. Then she pulled it out and held it tight while she used the wet from her mouth on that singular digit to roll around Stephanie's exposed nipple.
Bending, Nat blew a cool breath from a distance watching skin wash with gooseflesh. Then Nat took that same hand, that same finger and trailed it down Stephanie's body. "You thought you were done? I didn't say you could stop." She pushed it inside the other woman, to wet it again, and then used it to rub back and forth, up and down at her clit. Nat guided, but it was Stephanie's finger. "Fuck yourself, my little girl. My pretty beautiful Stephanie. I want you to fuck yourself until you come for me. I'm not going to touch you until you come." Nat began to speed up her pleasure. Slipping the finger down to gather more wettness and then use that beautiful clear gloss to roll Steph's finger in circles around her clit and across it, stimulating the area as well as the nub itself.
God, Nat made even the simple act of playing with Steph's finger so hot. She watched, entranced, as the redhead sucked on her finger, and was struck by the stray thought that she could watch Nat do that to a man's cock and probably still think it hot. What that said about Steph and her sexuality, well. Maybe she'll think about it some other time. Right now all she wanted to think about was that mouth and tongue trailing down her body.
Nat, however, had other ideas. Steph heard herself moan in protest when Nat didn't suck on her nipple, and instead guided Steph's finger into her. At first Steph let Nat direct her movements. But then Nat called her her little girl, and while Steph normally hated being called a girl, let alone little, it made a dark thrill surge through her. That, and the threat of Nat withholding her touch spurred Steph to do what she was told and fuck herself.
"Wait," she gasped. She paused for a moment and drew her hand back, but only so she could pull her panties down her hips and thighs. Nat hadn't said she couldn't do that, so she kept going, lifting her hips and shifting until she pulled one leg completely free. Her underwear hanging off the ankle of her other leg like the cuff of a chain, she planted her feet into the mattress and spread her legs wide open. Then, while the fingers of her left hand spread her folds a little more, she resumed the motions Nat had originally directed, slipping her finger down and inside, then back up and around and across her clit.
She thought of Nat holding her open, Nat's hot tongue running up and down her pussy, and she went faster and faster until she tipped over the edge with a cry.
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She'd spent the majority of her life doing terrible things, and now was her time to make up for it. This was her focus. Sure, she still used her body now and then for a mark, because that's a part of what she was taught to do. Sex was something to be used for work, or to scratch an itch. The last thing Nat figured on was Steph.
Slowly, ever so slowly, their banter drew down her barriers, and Steph became a true friend. From there, Nat revealed how she felt about herself and how unworthy she was. Steph helped her find the smallest amount of self-worth, and from there things blossomed. Nat found every part of Steph stunning. She held an ethereal beauty like no one Nat had ever encountered before.
It had taken a long time to come to this meeting, and for them to take this step. It was the opposite of how Nat normally ran. She was nervous. When she was taken to the bedroom and sat in a chair with a pad and pencil, it made her even more nervous. She wasn't the best artist. However, seeing Steph step out of her robe was the most inspiring muse there could ever be. Breathtaking. ]
I've never drawn a French girl, but I'll draw you. My god, you are a goddess in that.
[Thinking shortly, Nat tipped her head this way and that. She got up and piled up some pillows at one side of the bed.]
Put your head on the pillows, and arch your back. You can take breaks to breathe and relax when you need to, but keep your knees up. Place one hand on your thigh and the other on the side closest to me-- Keep your leg lower and slide your hand into those panties. I want to draw you masturbating.
[ooc: a little like this img, minus the front leg being lower and her fingers dancing dangerously draw me like a french girl ]
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She laughed when Nat revealed what she wanted to draw, her cheeks flushing darker. Her hand rested on her belly, fingertips skimming the elastic band of her panties. ]
Do you want me to actually touch myself, or...?
[ They both knew they weren't really here for an art session. And while Steph had never masturbated in front of anyone, she wasn't about to back out now that they'd gotten started. It was a testament to the influence Nat had on her, how the redhead had helped her love her own body. Now it seemed like Nat was going to teach her how to love sex, too. ]
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Watching the way her back arched and her cheeks flushed had Nat catching her breath. She could feel her core heating up. It was like she was the one on that bed opening up for the first time. "You're stunning like this. I've never seen anything more enticing, more desirable."
Biting her lip, Nat nodded at Steph's question. She wanted to watch. She wanted to see how the other woman pleased herself, and Nat would do her best to draw for as long as she could until she knew that she couldn't anymore. This would be their first time together, and Nat's first time with a woman outside of work. It mattered with Steph, and while this was such a roundabout way of doing things, Nat was already worked up.
Foreplay was necessary, and this was some excellent foreplay. "I want to hear you masturbate, watch the way you move, and see how beautiful you are when you fall apart. Fall apart for me, Steph."
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Instead of saying anything more, Steph simply closed her eyes. She thought back to that moment on the escalator, when Nat had turned and demanded, "Kiss me," and even though it had purely been for work reasons, Steph had felt herself heat up. She had thought Nat had figured her out by then, that she too liked women as much as she liked men, or possibly even more. But in her imaginings that was only the beginning. Nat would pin her to a wall, easily, as if Steph had lost all her strength. Nat who was completely naked, utterly confident in her body. Nat who continued to demand, "Kiss me," while she had a hand shoved into Steph's underwear, fingers stroking Steph's core.
Moaning softly, Steph's fingers moved beneath the fabric of her panties. Eventually she parted her legs wider, unable to help herself despite knowing she was breaking off from the pose. With her free hand she tugged at her bra until she managed to free one of her breasts, then lightly pinched and toyed with her nipple as she imagined Nat sucking and licking it.
"Fuck," she let out with a shuddering gasp and her back arching. Nat, in her mind, had cupped her core and coaxed, "Fall apart for me, Stephanie," and Steph rocked her hips in response.
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Not wanting to distract herself too much from what she was supposed to be doing, Nat tried to concentrate on the drawing she was supposed to be doing. She had a rough outline sketched out. It wasn't anything special, not nearly as special as what was happening over on the bed.
Watching Steph made Natasha's body heat. She almost dropped the pencil she was using several times. It was nearly impossible to sit where she was and watch the way Stephanie touched herself. She did precisely what Nat had requested, but she took it beyond what Nat expected. Licking her lips, Nat moved in a slow grind against the chair she sat on, squeezing her thighs together, trying to get some relief.
Nat could hear how wet Stephanie was, and she could feel her own body grow equally as wet. "That's it, baby. Keep going. You're going to come for me, and then I'm going to come over there and take you to places you haven't been. Jesus, you're making me insane. "
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So while she wanted to keep going as Nat said, she also wanted to hear the redhead talk dirty some more. "God, you're so hot when you're being bossy, Natasha," she commented with a groan. "Talk me through it? Tell me how you want me to touch myself, or how you'd do it."
She was so used to being the leader, to being in command, that she wanted to relinquish that for a change.
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Nat knew the power of being with a woman just then. Her body was an inferno of need, and all she had to do was think about what she wanted and speak it aloud. Rocking against the chair, Nat licked along her bottom lip and let out a long quivering breath.
"Fuck. You're so hot right now. I want you to press your fingers inside yourself, imagine my tongue running up and down through your entire pussy. I want you to think about that as you fuck your fingers for a little bit. Don't touch your clit yet."
She paused and looked at the breast that pointedly stood out above the curve of Steph's lingerie. It was so difficult to sit where she was and not go over there to help, to take over. "With your free hand, pinch your nipple and pull on it. Imagine my mouth sucking and then running my teeth around it, all the while I'm fucking you with my fingers and sucking along your gorgeous pussy with my mouth. Feel the heat from my core, and how wet you are for me. Are you wet? I want to hear how wet you are. I want to see it. Show me your fingers. "
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Happy birthday to her, indeed.
She suppressed a moan when Nat asked to hear how wet she was, and she found herself aroused by the sound of her own squelching fingers. She was already very wet, but she knew she can keep going for much longer. The serum saw to that, too. She could really do this all
daynight.Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers out from between her legs and from under her panties. Her expression a little dazed, she turned her head toward Nat and held out her hand. Her middle and index fingers were slick and shiny with her wetness, even slowly trickling down her palm and the back of her hand.
"Would be a waste if you don't lick it off," she tempted. But if Nat were to give in, she'd pull her hand back and lather it over her exposed breast. She wouldn't mind getting some help there.
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Every couple should take the time to watch this, to learn from one another how astonishing, how wild, free, reckless, needy, and without care their partner could be when they worked by themselves alone. Natasha was learning all this about Stephanie, and she knew that it was her voice that incited it, had it burning through her body. What phenomenal power, to know and make Nat's heart beat in a way she hadn't thought it could before.
The voice was a simple command that she could impower again, and would but now her body was at the wimpering will of Stephanie's wetness. Watching those fingers drip with the compounded desperation that Natasha had created, she sat there weighing her options. Taking the steps needed, she moved to Stephanie and took one digit tight and sucked it deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and along it. She teased, and taunted. Then she pulled it out and held it tight while she used the wet from her mouth on that singular digit to roll around Stephanie's exposed nipple.
Bending, Nat blew a cool breath from a distance watching skin wash with gooseflesh. Then Nat took that same hand, that same finger and trailed it down Stephanie's body. "You thought you were done? I didn't say you could stop." She pushed it inside the other woman, to wet it again, and then used it to rub back and forth, up and down at her clit. Nat guided, but it was Stephanie's finger. "Fuck yourself, my little girl. My pretty beautiful Stephanie. I want you to fuck yourself until you come for me. I'm not going to touch you until you come." Nat began to speed up her pleasure. Slipping the finger down to gather more wettness and then use that beautiful clear gloss to roll Steph's finger in circles around her clit and across it, stimulating the area as well as the nub itself.
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Nat, however, had other ideas. Steph heard herself moan in protest when Nat didn't suck on her nipple, and instead guided Steph's finger into her. At first Steph let Nat direct her movements. But then Nat called her her little girl, and while Steph normally hated being called a girl, let alone little, it made a dark thrill surge through her. That, and the threat of Nat withholding her touch spurred Steph to do what she was told and fuck herself.
"Wait," she gasped. She paused for a moment and drew her hand back, but only so she could pull her panties down her hips and thighs. Nat hadn't said she couldn't do that, so she kept going, lifting her hips and shifting until she pulled one leg completely free. Her underwear hanging off the ankle of her other leg like the cuff of a chain, she planted her feet into the mattress and spread her legs wide open. Then, while the fingers of her left hand spread her folds a little more, she resumed the motions Nat had originally directed, slipping her finger down and inside, then back up and around and across her clit.
She thought of Nat holding her open, Nat's hot tongue running up and down her pussy, and she went faster and faster until she tipped over the edge with a cry.