BlackHill | If only

Chapter 14

Maria's POV:

I awoke to an empty bed, the spot where Nat had been laying on my chest with her silken skin, now cold. I peered around the room and I picked up the sound of the shower running in my bathroom.
I rolled out of bed and padded over to the closed door, pulling a shirt over my head before entering.
Steam swirled around in the room, clouding the screen Natasha was stood behind. She had her back to me, and I stared at her red hair cascading down her muscled back. I instantly felt as if I was invading something private, as I watched her lazily scrubbing herself with a sponge. The sun from the window glimmered on her glass skin in golden flecks.
My voice broke the silence and I said, "you started without me I see". I seemed to have startled her since her head whipped around towards me.
She quickly regained her usual nonchalant expression and said, "well I suppose we better make up for lost time". Her voice laced with a seductive taunt. I hesitated, unsure about how to approach this side of Nat. But before I could respond with something clever, she turned away from me again. Taunting me by hiding her perfect body.

I pulled off the shirt I was wearing, instantly exposed to the cold air, my skin prickled like gooseflesh. I opened the door and stepped inside of the huge shower room, Nat continued to ignore me which was infuriating. I stepped closer to her, soaking myself in the boiling water. All the while Nat ignored me, teased me. At this point, I wanted her so bad I was tempted to grab her. Before I had time to react, Nat span round and pinned me against the back shower wall. My back slammed into the wall with a thud, the stream of water coming from the showerhead now trickled down my side. Her eyes levelled with mine as she grazed the inside of my thigh with her fingertips.

My skin burned at the steady stroke of her fingers up and down my leg. Nearing my centre and then dragging themselves away. Heat flared in my cheeks, I could already feel myself dripping with anticipation. My breath hitched in my throat. I couldn't believe she already had me in such a mess. Just staring into those predatory green eyes made me pound inside. Nat smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing. God damn her. "I want you, Nat". I managed to gasp through my laboured breaths.

She finally lifted her fingers to my entrance, teasing at the outside. All the while watching me intently with that smirk. Watching me crumple as she pushed a finger into my centre. A gasp escaped me as she played inside of me, slowly moving in and out. Her fingers retreated for a moment and her eyes disappeared from view. Her lips began a burning trail down my skin, down to the pounding heat inside of me. My toes curled as her rough tongue began to circulate around my clit. I couldn't contain my moan this time, it echoed through the bathroom and I prayed no one could hear me. Nat murmured against me so that it vibrated through my entire body. "Be quiet now, we wouldn't want to wake up the others". I could feel myself throbbing, getting hotter and hotter. She plunged her tongue into my centre and I could no longer contain myself. I reached out for anything to grab and ended up taking a fistful of Nat's hair in my hand. Flaming locks curled tightly around my fingers, as I tried to steady the wave coming over me. I wasn't about to give in to her that easy.

Nat pushed her tongue further, and I clenched my fist full of her hair, the build almost impossible to resist. "Please... Natasha",  I gasped. She raised her head to look at me, leaving me hanging just over the edge. She stood up to face me, leaning in so that I could hear the sound of her breaths. Her voice a growl in my ear "You call that begging".  She locked her glistening lips with mine the sweet, salty taste entering my mouth as she swept her tongue along mine. Another moan broke free from my throat and Nat smiled against my lips. "That's better".

She suddenly grabbed me by my wrists and flipped me onto the shower floor, Pinning my arms above me with one hand, and I could feel my legs being held apart by hers. I smirked at the memory of the training room. Barely able to speak through my gasps for air I whispered "someone's been practising".  She smirked, and her eyes gleamed like an animal bearing down on its prey. Then I felt her enter me. Two strong fingertips inside of me, going deeper and deeper until I could no longer stop the tidal wave. My breathing became heavier, inhaling the steam around me. I glanced up at Nat's blazing green eyes, glinting with triumph as the wave crashed. I had to bite down on my scream. Nat covered my mouth with hers to dampen the noise escaping me.

I gazed up at her for a moment. Watched the water running down on her back, beading along her skin. Steam curled around her curves like some angel of death. We laid there for what felt like hours, just under the running water. Eventually, Natasha chuckled, kissing me lightly "It's probably a good thing this happened in the shower. Can you imagine the mess?" I laughed against her lips, a warmth spreading in my chest. Something I hadn't felt in a long time.

I knew then I had completely fallen for Natasha Romanoff, and God help me there was nothing I could do about it.