Student Secret

Chapter 36 : A Moment

Natasha's mouth fell open, her eyes darting between tempered and craving. She leant forward, intertwining her fingers with yours and dragged you off your seat. She didn't bother to do her rounds, exiting the gathering without a polite goodbye to anyone. You stalked the dimly lit corridors, struggling to keep up with her as she darted towards the elevator, her tightly clasped hand offering you minimal stability.

You considered that you might be too drunk, yet so was she.
As she slammed her fist against the beckoning button for the elevator, you eyed the excessively bright screen displaying the sluggish rise of floor numbers, starting at number two.
Before you could giggle at the circumstance, Natasha had already relocated you both to the stairwell, her phone in hand as she called upon the company driver.

"Fuck, slow down."
She stopped as you freed yourself from her, walking slowly as your vision lagged in catching up to your movement. You watched as Natasha steadied herself on a bannister, allowing a small smile to paint your face at the confirmation of her drunkenness.
"Don't swear."
"You love telling me what to do."
"And you love defying me."
You came to a halt on a random step, only a few from her now.
"What? Defying you? Because I said you can't fuck me?"

She laughed at the innocence of your question.
"Yeah, let's just say that."
Her arrogance had suddenly and unexpectedly riled you.
"Oh, fuck off. You really think I'm going to give in a let you, don't you?"

She climbed the space between you, closing it completely as she stood on a small descent.
"I do, yes."
Natasha pulled you closer with her palm, gently this time as her neck strained looking up at you. Her lips were swollen and flushed from the alcohol, glistening in the fluorescence of the stairwell lighting. You'd drop to your knees and beg her to kiss you with them if she'd asked you to.

"I hate that you're right."
Your words collapsed into her mouth, as your lips merged into a mess. Your hands tugged on her hair as her lips quickly became too futile a source of gratification. You needed more.
Her teeth shone as you continued to press your lips against her smile.
"Natasha..."
She slowly undid your bottom half, holding your garments in her hands as she dragged them from your skin.
"Beg me to fuck you." She spoke firmly.
Without hesitation, you began.
"Please, fuck me."
"What was that?" She responded, the tips of her fingers toying with you tactically.
"Natasha, will you please touch me? Do anything you like."
You whined pathetically, uncaring of the sly look plastering Natasha's face.

Carefully, she descended onto her knees and her blushing lips vanished between your legs. Curling forward as her tongue swirled beneath you, her hair became increasingly caught up between your fingers. You felt her hand leave your waist and settle amongst her open legs.

As her moans muffled in the wetness between your thighs, you realised she was touching herself and became aware that you wouldn't last much longer. 
"Natasha." you mustered breathlessly.

She detached from you, only for a second to mutter her words.
"Show, don't tell."

Once she was back, you unraveled in her mouth, holding the back of your hand to your teeth in order to stifle the sounds escaping your throat. Natasha followed suit beneath you, finishing herself off as you dripped down her chin - her lips glistening just a little more upon her return to the surface.

Although, you weren't done. You eyed her coated fingers, imagining how they'd feel pressed inside you, fresh from between her legs.
"When we're home, darling."
Snap. She's a mind reader.

As you made your way down the final flight of stairs, you fought Natasha for dominance, both pushing and pulling against one another as you slammed against walls and bannisters before making it out into the open air.

The drive back to the hotel was wastefully short. You kept yourself far from Natasha so as to not create a habit of discomforting the driver, though your body wished for something entirely different. You wondered if she struggled in the same way to keep herself from you.

Once inside, Natasha had you unclothed before you could protest the matter. She backed you into bed, climbing on top as you tore her clothes from her body. Ravenous like an animal, you reacted beneath her as the intoxicating scent of her skin caressed you.
"You really want it tonight, don't you?" She teased, situating herself between your legs.
You couldn't utter a sentence if you'd tried.
She lined her fingers up, watching closely as they vanished. Steadily, she curled her fingertips, revelling in the sight of bunched up sheets beneath your fist.

Natasha fucked you mercilessly, harder and harder with every moan slipping past your lips. She lapped you up, savouring the taste of your submission in her mouth, pressing every inch of skin humanly possible against yours. You tore her back to shreds, your mouth fatigued from kissing the sweet ache of her fingers away.

This is exactly how you'd wanted it. You wanted her to have her way with you, just how she'd like to. You wanted her to tell you what to do, where to be, how to stand. You wanted to be entirely hers, and for her to be entirely yours. For a moment, you were. However, a moment must always pass.