[His world has narrowed to her body heat and heartbeat. Their tongues slide and a rumble of a sound is in the back of his throat to not fully form. Pulling apart and the first lung full of fresh air makes him dizzy.
Yeah, they should part. Matt's mouth is glossed with their saliva, his glasses slipping down his nose.]
Yeah.
[The cane he collapsed when they got into the building, shoved into his back pocket. It takes all the will power in the world to let her get her keys. That doesn't mean he can't touch her hair, brush it off her shoulder and lean to kiss her neck.]
[ She's glad to see she's not the only person affected by this. It's always been a wonderful thing how compatible they are on multiple levels; especially sexually.
She breathes a laugh at the kisses to her neck, trying to get the damn door open and not just stop and lean back into him. Once she gets it open, she makes herself walk in and away from him. She gets a light on and tosses the devil plushie onto the couch before turning back to him. If he isn't inside, she will tug him in by the front of his shirt. ]
[She's electric and Matt feels super charged. The uncertainty is now out of his body and into his head. And even there it's not as loud as all the thoughts that are focused on what they can do with each other, to each other.
Natasha steps away and Matt is right behind. That little pull helps. The door shuts a little roughly. It's the force of how it shut out the day, Eudio and anything that isn't right here. He's on her again, harder and gripping at her ass to lift her up so that they're the same height. Wouldn't you know that they're nearly where they started in a deep, melting kiss. This time there's more energy, more bite.]
[ She welcomes him back with unbridled enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck again and letting out a small moan at being pulled up by her ass. A leg wraps around his hips and she's already rolling hers against him.
They honestly have no need for foreplay this time around. ]
Grinding up against her is foreplay enough. He's hard and not shy about letting her know it as they move together.
Days and hours without her, Matt wants everything. He pushes Natasha into the wall of her entry way, from there it's a near frantic descent that pulls them both down, down until he's on his knees and now with his hands up under her shirt from the back to unclasp her bra. It's a cinch but his hands keep moving. More to undo.]
[ She doesn't mind the frantic nature of it all. She feels much the same, wanting everything he can give her and then some. She gets her shirt off, bra following. her hands find his shirt and end up ripping the buttons off of it in her haste to get it open and off of him. ]
[Each button pops and pings on the floor...somewhere. Matt exhales and is a very short distance from her mouth. He chuckles. It's getting crazy fast.
That doesn't mean stopping. He has her jeans undone and reaches for the thin fabric of her underwear at her hip. Enough force and willpower--does he really have it in short supply?--pops the seam and elastic.
Before going anywhere else his teeth attach to her bottom lip to suck and bite.]
[ She's glad to hear him laugh. Even more so when he rips her panties. That causes her to gasp before she dissolves into giggles, arms going around him again and tugging on his upper lip to work it into a kiss.
On hand works to rip the rest of his shirt off while the other goes into his hair, giving it a tug so she can nip along his jaw. ]
[Giggling ah that's a whole different reaction and chemical release in his brain. Matt pries Natasha from the wall finally making it to the floor. He's going right down with her, on top of her.
Tugging at his hair gets him to growl. He'd never deny her, not now. Both hands pull until her jeans are off her hips and catch on the swell of her ass and with the extra yank he can fully smell how aroused she is.]
Jesus Christ.
[An illicit whisper if there was one out of him. Matt now is frantically trying to undo his belt, his own denim.]
[The word is almost a moan. Pants off, boxers are somewhere around his his hips. Good enough. His face tilts to her touch and voice.]
I want you so bad.
[Natasha's strong legs around his hips leaves her open to him. She's a painting of sensation in his world of fire. Matt grips the base of his cock and starts to close the distance between them.]
[ Before he can thrust into her, she grips his shoulders and rolls them over. Now she's on top of him, straddling him between her thighs. ]
Good.
[ She sounds breathless but surprisingly in control. She grabs his cock and presses the shaft against her wetness before she starts rolling her hips, rubbing against him, back arches slightly, her other hand gripping one of his thighs.
She moans, ]
God. I don't know how you keep doing this to me. I want you all the time. Feel like I could do this all the time. As long as it's with you.
[The roll is unexpected. He grunts. Chances are she's fought men heavier, larger than himself and made mince meat out of them. She is sort of doing something similar right now.
Matt's brow's furrow and his arms grip at her thigh and hip. His cock is buried in her heat, not in the way he wanted or expected.]
Natasha.
[For a second he can't speak but just roll in a counter motion. Her pussy is so wet for him. She smells, so good. And he is doing something to her?]
[ She's always enjoyed sex. She's also used it as a weapon a lot of times. But since meeting Matt, she wants more of it. Enjoys it every time. Feels closer to him after each coupling. She's not sure if now is the best time for the L-word. So she just leans down and brushes her lips against Matt's. ]
You want me? Then take me.
[ A challenge? An order? Maybe both. Maybe she just wants to see what he'll do. ]
[He said so. More than that, his hair is on end and his heart is drumming. The proof of it is right between her legs, coated with her. Two whole weeks with out her. That's half of a month.
Matt can hear her own heart keeping the tempo, it's elevated and steady. A captivating rhythm that rises and falls with the swell of their motion. His fingers slide into her hair. A slow, light kiss is not what he wants. Deeper. Hotter like it would burn away they time they had a part and take down the walls that might still divide them.
With the grip on her head and his other on her hip he makes them flip yet again. Is she going to make this easy?]
[ She wants the same things he wants. But she also wants to give up some control. She wants to let herself go. And she knows Matt will have to force her to. She encourages it by holding him down and nails digging into his skin.
She wants him to lose a little control, too.
It's a dangerous sort of game but she trusts him. After everything over the past weeks, this is her way of showing she trusts him. ]
[The push back is unexpected but he's not concerned. The stinging press of her fingernails in his flesh is pleasure to his heightened nerves. Matt still growls at the effort. That grip in her hair intensifies, close to the scalp. Better to keep them in the kiss that is making him just as dizzy and wild. Now that he's on top of her again it takes all his will power to not just dive in to her body. As spontaneous as this is, he can't miss the significance of trust.
He pushes her knees together and to the side. Whether she stays down or not, it's up to her. The blunt head of his cock presses up against the swell of her behind and rubs before dipping lower to nearly her thighs were he can touch her puss again.]
[ She makes a small noise at the tightened grip in her hair, pressing her breasts against his chest before she finds herself on her back again.
She nearly protests at what he does with her legs -- until she feels his cock again. She rolls her head back onto the floor, letting out a moan from the back of her throat. ]
Matt.
[ She needs him, just as much as she can feel him needing her. ]
[He enters her heat. The angle and the position make it a rough, tight fit. Natasha's teasing had coated his cock completely so the motion is not uncomfortable. Matt kisses her shoulder and takes a nip of the flesh there.]
I've got you.
[And he won't deny their needs any more as he starts a steady, brutal pace right there on the floor.]
[ She lets out a loud cry at him entering her, stretching her walls and filling her up in one swift motion. But it's anything but painful. One of her hands grabs his hip and nails dig in as he starts to move.
She cries out again, a 'yes' along with something in Russian, loud, not holding back, her neighbors be damned. ]
[ She doesn't answer him right away, keening at the way he feels inside her, moving her hand to grip at one of his buttocks the way he grips at her breast.
Eventually, panting, ]
More. Harder. Please.
[ She feels so close, her wetness leaking out along the backs of her thighs and onto the floor as Matt continues his already brutal pace. ]
[He hisses and tenses. Her nails are going to mark him up. Good. Matt doesn't have enough hands to content him with touching her. If there's one thing he can do is keep fucking her the way she wants it.]
Okay.
[She's so, so wet. He fights to not cum right now like this until they're done. Matt moves to lift one of her legs and allow him more space with less resistance. His fingers pinch at her nipple and he leans to bite her shoulder and moan. So close. He's so fucking close.]
[ She lets out a sharp cry, eyes squeezing shut, mouth remaining open, feeling her body almost, almost.... ]
Matt--!
[ A yell rips from her as she comes all over him, between her thighs, one hand still gripping him, the other scratching at the floor. Her hips jerk and rock as she rides out her orgasm, not even trying to restrain herself or thinking to. ]
[That exact moment shoves all the air from his lungs. Her whole body is tense and has him so completely enthralled.]
Tasha...
[It's a low, rough groan that tampers off to rough, open mouthed panting as he comes, movements erratic as he spills into her. She's beautiful like this, trusting and unbound.]
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Yeah, they should part. Matt's mouth is glossed with their saliva, his glasses slipping down his nose.]
Yeah.
[The cane he collapsed when they got into the building, shoved into his back pocket. It takes all the will power in the world to let her get her keys. That doesn't mean he can't touch her hair, brush it off her shoulder and lean to kiss her neck.]
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She breathes a laugh at the kisses to her neck, trying to get the damn door open and not just stop and lean back into him. Once she gets it open, she makes herself walk in and away from him. She gets a light on and tosses the devil plushie onto the couch before turning back to him. If he isn't inside, she will tug him in by the front of his shirt. ]
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Natasha steps away and Matt is right behind. That little pull helps. The door shuts a little roughly. It's the force of how it shut out the day, Eudio and anything that isn't right here. He's on her again, harder and gripping at her ass to lift her up so that they're the same height. Wouldn't you know that they're nearly where they started in a deep, melting kiss. This time there's more energy, more bite.]
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They honestly have no need for foreplay this time around. ]
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Grinding up against her is foreplay enough. He's hard and not shy about letting her know it as they move together.
Days and hours without her, Matt wants everything. He pushes Natasha into the wall of her entry way, from there it's a near frantic descent that pulls them both down, down until he's on his knees and now with his hands up under her shirt from the back to unclasp her bra. It's a cinch but his hands keep moving. More to undo.]
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That doesn't mean stopping. He has her jeans undone and reaches for the thin fabric of her underwear at her hip. Enough force and willpower--does he really have it in short supply?--pops the seam and elastic.
Before going anywhere else his teeth attach to her bottom lip to suck and bite.]
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On hand works to rip the rest of his shirt off while the other goes into his hair, giving it a tug so she can nip along his jaw. ]
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Tugging at his hair gets him to growl. He'd never deny her, not now. Both hands pull until her jeans are off her hips and catch on the swell of her ass and with the extra yank he can fully smell how aroused she is.]
Jesus Christ.
[An illicit whisper if there was one out of him. Matt now is frantically trying to undo his belt, his own denim.]
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Do you smell me, Matty?
[ She can feel how wet she is, her nipples hard in the air of the room, body flushing the more clothes leave her body. ]
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[The word is almost a moan. Pants off, boxers are somewhere around his his hips. Good enough. His face tilts to her touch and voice.]
I want you so bad.
[Natasha's strong legs around his hips leaves her open to him. She's a painting of sensation in his world of fire. Matt grips the base of his cock and starts to close the distance between them.]
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Good.
[ She sounds breathless but surprisingly in control. She grabs his cock and presses the shaft against her wetness before she starts rolling her hips, rubbing against him, back arches slightly, her other hand gripping one of his thighs.
She moans, ]
God. I don't know how you keep doing this to me. I want you all the time. Feel like I could do this all the time. As long as it's with you.
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Matt's brow's furrow and his arms grip at her thigh and hip. His cock is buried in her heat, not in the way he wanted or expected.]
Natasha.
[For a second he can't speak but just roll in a counter motion. Her pussy is so wet for him. She smells, so good. And he is doing something to her?]
Please.
[His voice is tight and his grip tightens.]
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You want me? Then take me.
[ A challenge? An order? Maybe both. Maybe she just wants to see what he'll do. ]
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[He said so. More than that, his hair is on end and his heart is drumming. The proof of it is right between her legs, coated with her. Two whole weeks with out her. That's half of a month.
Matt can hear her own heart keeping the tempo, it's elevated and steady. A captivating rhythm that rises and falls with the swell of their motion. His fingers slide into her hair. A slow, light kiss is not what he wants. Deeper. Hotter like it would burn away they time they had a part and take down the walls that might still divide them.
With the grip on her head and his other on her hip he makes them flip yet again. Is she going to make this easy?]
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She wants him to lose a little control, too.
It's a dangerous sort of game but she trusts him. After everything over the past weeks, this is her way of showing she trusts him. ]
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He pushes her knees together and to the side. Whether she stays down or not, it's up to her. The blunt head of his cock presses up against the swell of her behind and rubs before dipping lower to nearly her thighs were he can touch her puss again.]
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She nearly protests at what he does with her legs -- until she feels his cock again. She rolls her head back onto the floor, letting out a moan from the back of her throat. ]
Matt.
[ She needs him, just as much as she can feel him needing her. ]
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I've got you.
[And he won't deny their needs any more as he starts a steady, brutal pace right there on the floor.]
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She cries out again, a 'yes' along with something in Russian, loud, not holding back, her neighbors be damned. ]
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...what?
[Not that it's stopping him. It's an idly question.
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Eventually, panting, ]
More. Harder. Please.
[ She feels so close, her wetness leaking out along the backs of her thighs and onto the floor as Matt continues his already brutal pace. ]
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Okay.
[She's so, so wet. He fights to not cum right now like this until they're done. Matt moves to lift one of her legs and allow him more space with less resistance. His fingers pinch at her nipple and he leans to bite her shoulder and moan. So close. He's so fucking close.]
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Matt--!
[ A yell rips from her as she comes all over him, between her thighs, one hand still gripping him, the other scratching at the floor. Her hips jerk and rock as she rides out her orgasm, not even trying to restrain herself or thinking to. ]
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Tasha...
[It's a low, rough groan that tampers off to rough, open mouthed panting as he comes, movements erratic as he spills into her. She's beautiful like this, trusting and unbound.]
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