All the Colors of Earth (Natasha Romanoff)

Bonding Scene 🌶️🌶️

"But I do want it, want you," she admits as she looks at me with a hunger I've never seen from her. She kisses me, hard, her hands pulling my waist into her. My arms wrap around her neck and she moves her hands to the hem of my shirt and slips them under, caressing my skin and sending sparks through me.

As her hands start to wonder further up I pull away, "are you sure?"

"Yes," she breaths out before returning her lips to mine.

Her hands keep moving up my back, grazing the edge of my sports bra and I swear I feel annoyance through the Bond.

I grin as I pull back, slipping my shirt off in one motion and pulling Natasha back into me. This time, her arms go around my neck and my hands hook onto her belt loops for a brief moment before I copy her and slide them under her shirt.

My hands slide over her soft skin, occasionally grazing a raised scar, until I reach her bra. I unhook it with one hand and I hear her scoff before pulling away. Her shirt ends up on the floor with mine, followed by her bra.

She stands in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and she looks at me nervously, "I have a lot of scars."

Anxiety and fear washes through the Bond and I gaze at her lovingly, "you are absolutely stunning, Natasha." Her fear dims slightly but doesn't go away, so I strip off my bra and stand in front of her uncovered. "I've got scars too. Maybe even more than you. But, your scars don't make you ugly, Natasha. They are a part of you, and you are beautiful." I hold my hands out to her and she bites her lip in uncertainty before ever so slowly reaching out to me. "See?" I whisper. "Stunning." I look behind her at the bed, judging how far away she is before asking, "do you trust me?"

"Yes," she answers immediately.

I don't try and stop the grin that blooms on my lips, "remember that."

Before she can ask what I mean, I let out the smallest sskaa and send her falling back onto the bed. "Marz!" She gasps. "You could have just asked!"

I don't answer her though. I'm too busy marveling at how perfect she looks laying on my bed. Her hair fanned out on the blanket, her skin a stark contrast against the black material. And her breasts.. gods don't get me started on them.

Or do.

Perfect mounds with a dark pink nipple perched on top. A nipple that I want in my mouth, right now.

I stride towards her quickly, kneeling on the bed between her legs and immediately take one of her breasts in my hand. A heated look is all the warning she gets before her nipple is in my mouth and I'm sucking and teasing it mercilessly while my hand squeezes her breast firmly.

Her hand goes to my arm, holding me tightly as I tease the rapidly hardening bud, want and lust flooding through the Bond.

The feeling of her under me nearly makes me rush my attentions, an urge to fuck her hard and fast rising up in me. But I shake it away. No, this first time, it will be slow and gentle.

To the best of my abilities at least.

When her nipple can't get any harder, my attention goes to her other one, giving it the same teasing loving treatment. A cascade of emotions floods from Natasha to me, the most powerful one being pleasure. So much so that it nearly rocked me into an orgasm.

I'd heard that human women could cum just from stimulating their breasts but I'd never actually tried it until today. Excitement peaks in me at the prospect of getting to feel Natasha climax, but just as she was about to, she pulls herself from the cliffs edge.