She can practically feel his hesitation and it’s … surprising. It had been easier when he’d been fucking her without care before to imagine that this was all his fault or his fantasy. And that even if it wasn’t his doing that brought him here, he was certainly benefiting.
But why not leave her in that field? Or kill her (again)? Why care if he hurts her now when it’s in pursuit of his own desire?
It’s difficult to think about that when he slips inside her, a teasing stroke or two against her mound before he’s fucking into her in earnest — carefully. She sighs, a long low sound, getting used to the feel of him. There is a stretch, a bit of soreness - but honestly? She’s had worse after a bad workout.
“Keep going.” Natasha shifts her hips, one hand resting on the curve of his hipbone in return so she can try and pause him if it becomes too much. It’s not too much. It’s not enough.
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But why not leave her in that field? Or kill her (again)? Why care if he hurts her now when it’s in pursuit of his own desire?
It’s difficult to think about that when he slips inside her, a teasing stroke or two against her mound before he’s fucking into her in earnest — carefully. She sighs, a long low sound, getting used to the feel of him. There is a stretch, a bit of soreness - but honestly? She’s had worse after a bad workout.
“Keep going.” Natasha shifts her hips, one hand resting on the curve of his hipbone in return so she can try and pause him if it becomes too much. It’s not too much. It’s not enough.