[ 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.]
[ She says his name again, moaning as she feels him come inside her. Having missed him, missed them joining like this. He's apart of her. He has been for a while now. It wasn't until she contemplated leaving him that she knew she'd be tearing out a part of her own heart. She was tired of doing that.
Once she's completely spent, Natasha leans back against him, limp and trying to catch her breath. ]
[The tension and nerves finally burnt away. He feels lighter, less troubled and worried. They've answered a question neither have spoken just yet. Matt can't really speak yet in words. His teeth drag as they release her skin and he kisses the same spot, gently, lovingly before he drops his head to her shoulder to shiver and pant as he comes down.]
[ When she doesn't hear any verbal response from him, she lazily reaches a hand up to stroke the side of his face. Or try to. She can feel his lips and the tip of his nose under her fingers. ]
You okay, Murdock?
[ A tease that comes easy in the wake of their lovemaking. Because that's what it was, right? ]
[He swallows and turns his face into her touch. Matt lightly sucks on her thumb for a moment before releasing it.]
More than okay.
[To be brutally honest. He doesn't need to hold her in a death grip anymore. His hands gentle and smooth down her side and up from her belly. That was not the most tender of acts but it was for sure fueled by more than desire and frustration.]
[ Her hand drops down to rub along his arms, looking off at a wall across the way without really seeing it. ]
I missed you, too, Matty.
[ There's more emotion in her voice than she intended there to be but she means it. She missed him and... she wishes she could say more than that. Wishes she wasn't afraid to. ]
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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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Once she's completely spent, Natasha leans back against him, limp and trying to catch her breath. ]
Thank you.
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You okay, Murdock?
[ A tease that comes easy in the wake of their lovemaking. Because that's what it was, right? ]
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More than okay.
[To be brutally honest. He doesn't need to hold her in a death grip anymore. His hands gentle and smooth down her side and up from her belly. That was not the most tender of acts but it was for sure fueled by more than desire and frustration.]
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Guess we both needed that.
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Yes, yes we did.
[Matt lightly closes his eyes and sighs.]
I missed you.
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I missed you, too, Matty.
[ There's more emotion in her voice than she intended there to be but she means it. She missed him and... she wishes she could say more than that. Wishes she wasn't afraid to. ]
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...would you like to resume this in bed?
[The air is cooling and he needs more incentive to move. Her body still holds him snug up inside of her.]
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Only if it means you're staying the night.
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[His fingertips find her face again and trace down her jaw and back up.]
Since I'm invited, I can't think to refuse.
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[ On top of hurting her pretty bad.
She waits for his fingers to come back up before her tongue darts out to lick at them. ]
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