Black Widow: Dark House

29. "Go To War"- Nothing More💕

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Ana bit down on Natasha's bottom lip, forcing a moan from Natasha as the tension between them exploded. She took advantage of Natasha's open mouth, her tongue sweeping inside. Natasha clawed Ana's shirt, pulling her body closer giving herself fully to the kiss as her fingers gripped Ana's braid. The kiss was rough, forceful, bruising as they each fought for dominance, their breath coming in heaving gasps.

Natasha gripped Ana's hair harder, her nails digging into her scalp, the pain making a shiver slide down Ana's spine as she groaned, allowing Natasha to deepen the kiss. In reply Ana reached down, gripping the back of Natasha's thigh, pulling it up to circle around Ana's waist as she ground her hips into Natasha's center roughly, slamming Natasha's bottom half against the steel door. The friction against her pussy sent waves of pleasure through Natasha, making her loll her head back from the force of it.

At this, Ana starting to trail scorching kisses along Natasha's jaw while her other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling Natasha as close as she could possibly be. When she hovered over the skin under Natasha's ear she bit down none too gently while simultaneously grinding against Natasha again.

"Fuck..." Natasha moaned, her breathing shaky now, her whole body trembled as she felt wetness surge from her throbbing pussy. Natasha racked her nailed down Ana's back, down her shirt until she got to the hem and started to try and lift it.

This seemed to snap Ana out of whatever trance she had been in. Grabbing Natasha's hands she turned Natasha around, pushing her front up against the door, staying an arm's length away this time. Natasha felt a protest coming so she pushed her ass out, connecting solidly with the front of Ana's hips. Ana groaned, one of her hands loosening their grip on Natasha's wrist.

Natasha seized this, ripping her hand away to reach back and grip the waist band of Ana's leggings, pulling her forward, making both of them slam back into the door as Ana ground her hips against Natasha's ass, Natasha returning the favor as she thrust her hips back, looking over her shoulder at Ana.

Almost of its own accord, the hand that wasn't holding Natasha's wrist snaked around her waist, slightly slipping under Natasha's top, her fingers skimming the warm skin there. This elicited a sharp hiss from Natasha as she leaned her head back into Ana's shoulder, sucking and nipping at this skin on her neck.

Ana tried to pull away, but Natasha's hand moved from her waist band to the back of her head, roughly holding her at Natasha bit down on her ear lobe before peppering kisses along her neck and jaw, savoring the salty taste of her skin.

"Touch me Ana" Natasha breathed, her lips hovering right next to Ana's ear, sending waves of shivers throughout her body, "please."

Ana let out a growl into Natasha's shoulder, loving how her name sounded in Natasha's mouth. She felt her fingers start to drift downward to the apex of Natasha's quivering thighs.

"I'll warn you now" Natasha gasped as she licked the curve of Ana's jaw, "I scratch and I bite, and I'm not gentle."

Ana smirked leaned into Natasha's body, bound up in her presence, "I remember... but let's see if you still crawl and beg too" she husked, the tips of her fingers slipping just inside her waist band.

"Miss Romanoff?" Friday suddenly sounded over the coms in the room.

"Fucking hell!" Ana shouted, jumping back, both of them suddenly ripped back to reality.

Breathing hard Natasha leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the door as she tried to gather herself , "for god sakes, what Friday?"

"Mr. Stark has returned, and he's requested that you meet him and Director Fury in the board room."