Highschool (Teen/Adult)

He smirks and starts to slowly rub her clit.

Natasha gasps lightly, arching her back, closing her eyes. A range of Russian words flooded from her mouth, in moans drowned in pleasure.

"That worked," he chuckled.

"More.. God, please.. more.." Natasha moaned, half dazed from the pleasure.

He slips a finger inside of her and starts pumping..

Natasha moans loudly, her head tilting back. Moaning his name loudly, her back arching.

"Lay down." He whispers, pulling his fingers out of her.

Natasha whimpers in protest when he moves his fingers, but obeys and lays on her back.

"What do you want?" He asks, kissing her neck.

"You." Natasha breathes. "I want you." She watches him with lustful eyes.

"You already have me." He chuckles

Natasha smiles a little, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

"Be specific." He smiles.

Natasha hums in thought, pulling him closer. "I want you to fuck me. To fuck me until the only thing I can think of is your big, wet dick inside me. Tell me how tight I am, and how much you love it. And I want you to keep fucking me, until I'm screaming, begging to cum." Natasha whispers, occasionally nibbling his ear, though her words were never mumbled. "Specific enough for you?" She smirks.

He smirks and shrugs before slamming into her without any warning, then thrusting as hard, deep, and fast as he could go.

Natasha lets out a cry, of both pain and pleasure, but soon getting used to it, biting back loud moans of pleasure. The occasional "oh" was forced from her throat.

He pinned her hands over his head, continuing to thrust before lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle.

Natasha's moans escape her throat, bucking her hips. "Oh, Michael!" She calls.

"You're so fucking tight baby.. no matter how hard I fuck you." He says, kissing her breasts and leaving love bites.

Natasha moans, gripping his hair in tight fists. "Just for you, baby." She moans, arching her back slightly.

"You can moan louder than that, come on." He says, pulling out all the way then slamming back in.

Natasha proves him right, letting out a louder moan, gripping his shoulders, quieter moans following it. She seeming exhausted from the pleasure already, or maybe just a little disorientated.

He grunts. "I know you're close." He whispers, kissing her neck.

Natasha lets out a moan. "Don't stop.. oh, please.. don't stop." She almost begs, grinding her hips against his for more friction, gasping slightly.

He holds her hips in his hands and speeds up.