Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Romanoff's POV

She wraps a towel around me and leads me into the bedroom with the promise to take care of me.
"Why don't I give you a massage first?" She says,
"I'd like that. There's oil in the bathroom." I say, she instructs me to lie down on my stomach on the bed. Both of us are still naked.

She walks back from the bathroom and dims the lights, she ignites a candle with a lighter from the bedside cabinet. She puts the oil on her hands and starts to rub my back, starting at my shoulders and working her way down slowly. She uses her thumbs to get all the tense spots in my back. Then, her hands graze over my ass, squeezing slightly. She starts to work down my legs when she stops.
"Oh, I think I missed a spot." She says, her hands move back up to my collar and her front side presses against my back. She's sitting on top of me, nude, spreading her wetness onto me.

The sudden sensation makes me tremble. Her cold skin against my own, a thin layer of oil between us. She leans down, rubbing up my skin as she does. Her chest presses against my back and she leans close to my ear,
"Let me take care of you." She whispers, "I'll be gentle."
"I can't wait." I say through a whimper. Her lips gently press to my skin, not enough to mark me, but enough to make me hum lightly.

"I'm not going to give you any hickeys today, honey." She says, "I know you have work tomorrow." Her lips start moving further down my body slowly. Her hands follow her lips closely, dragging lightly across my bare skin.

"Hips up, baby." She says, holding my waist. I lift my hips up and her mouth moves in between my legs, though she goes slow. When her tongue finally meets my clit, I grip the bedsheets and arch my back from the shocking pleasure.
"Fuck, Y/N." I choke out, struggling to keep my eyes open.

I squirm under her tongue as it flutters across my skin, bringing me more pleasure than I could ever imagine. I can feel my cheeks burning. I can feel myself dripping into her mouth and onto the bed beneath me.
"You feel so fucking good." She husks, giving me a flurry of butterflies in an instant. When she praises me, it feels like my heart starts moving at a thousand beats per minute.

"Y/N— please, faster." I plead, she grants my wish without a second of doubt. I can feel my body getting weak as the pressure keeps building. She holds me up and moves me closer while she fucks me with her tongue.
"Y/N, I need you." I stutter out, she holds my waist tighter and pushes her tongue against me even harder.
"Let me taste you." She says, I fall down onto bed and scream her name as her tongue prepares to clean me up.

She moves forward and falls on top of me. Her lips move to my ear again,
"Did you like that?" She says soothingly,
"So much." I respond, my chest rapidly rising and falling against the surface of the bed. I slowly turn, our lips meet and we start pushing against each other, trying to win the control. She wins by a landslide and then pulls back.

"Round 2?" She asks,
"Of course." I say, searching for my strap on. I hold it to her, "Could you use this on me?"
"I can." She says, starting to put it on.
"But..." I put my hand on her bare chest, she looks at me attentively, "I need to be able to walk tomorrow."
She laughs a little and gets on her knees on the mattress in front of me.

She runs her finger along my jawline, making me look at her.
"I'm gonna go nice and slow for you. You tell me if you want more, okay, birthday girl?" She says, I respond with a nod and she starts to lube up the strap. She pulls me a little closer and spreads my legs in front of her with a smile.
When she's ready, she pushes the tip against me and slowly lets it move inside. I burst up, feeling it inside of me.

"Holy fu— oh god." I moan as she moves in and out at a steady pace.
"I love the noises you make." She groans as her hips roll into me.
"Don't fucking stop." I demand, desperate for a second release. Her words make it easy to get close again after a few minutes.

Her grip on my legs is gentle. When she leans close, her thrusting hits an even deeper spot, bringing me even closer. I watch as her chest bounces with every movement. Her lips meet my skin, littering kisses over my neck and chest.
"I'm so close. Fuck, I'm close."
"I know it's your birthday but..." she stops her thrusting, "I would love to hear you beg."

Now? She can clearly see how much I want her, how much I need her. There's no getting out of this, not that I want too. It doesn't take long for me to decide that I'll happily beg her.

"Fuck...Please, Angel." I start to plead, "Please make me feel good! I want you so badly."
She smirks,
"A little more, you're almost there." She teases,
"Baby, I need it. I want to know how good you can make me feel. Please, make me feel good." Her hips start to push in and out of me again as I continue to beg her in every way that I can think of.

My body bursts up from the bed, colliding with her. Her hands grasp my chest and push me back down onto the bed as I start to tremble. She holds my legs apart as my eyes roll back and moans pour from my throat.

Before I was with Y/N, I'd rarely even have a good time. I'd always feel guilty afterwards, as if I was cheating on her, even though we weren't together at the time. And shaking from an orgasm was only a dream, never achievable. We work perfectly together, in the bedroom and in a relationship... I love her so much.

When I finally come back to my senses, Y/N's taking the strap off and wrapping her arms around me.
"You okay?" She asks,
"That was amazing, thank you." I say, meeting her lips again.

"We should wash that oil off..."
"It's already all over the bed." I say, feeling the oily surface on the bedsheets.
"Oh shit, I forgot about that. You shower, I'll change the bedsheets." She says, I nod and give her a soft kiss.
"I love you, Y/N."
"I love you, Tasha."

As she stands up to leave the room, I turn to look at her,
"You knew it was my birthday all along, didn't you?" I ask, it's been playing on my mind since I told her.
"I saw the card Maximoff sent you." She admits, "I just didn't want to say anything. I figured that there was a reason you didn't tell me."
"You're amazing, Y/N." I utter, she smiles.
"You're even better."