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The kiss was needy, possessive, and a struggle for dominance; full of tongue and fire and the aftermath of adrenaline still pumping.
"Shit-" Dick curses, breaking to breathe before Natasha captures his lips again, causing him to roll over and pin the Spy beneath him.
She moaned softly into their shared kiss, letting him pin her down against the bed with his body. She pulled away, now moving her head to his neck and leaving a trail of kisses from there to his shoulder.
"Take me," Natasha stated simply, not needing to beg. "You will not hurt me, if that is what you are fearing."
Grayson bares his neck to Natasha, humming lowly. "I'm afraid of this being over.." He retorts, giving Natasha a playful nip as he rolls his hips. "And that you'll slip out like last time." Dick's hands roam and squeeze and caress, exploring Natasha's curves as he lines up with her core. "Not I don't enjoy the chase." Slowly, Grayson pushes inside, groaning as he fills her. "Since you're very much worth chasing."
Natasha moaned and gasped, her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands grabbed his strong arms. She wasn't wanting to stop him, she just wanted to have some part of him in her grasp.
Her deep red hair was sprawled out against the pillow. "What, are you getting tired of our little game?" she asked teasingly, tilting her head. "I think you being the one always chasing me is what makes it fun."
It was true, Grayson did enjoy the chase. "I just like watching you from behind." He starts to pick up the pace, hips pushing him deep with hard thrusts. He leans down, taking one of Natasha's breasts in his mouth, biting the nub then swirling his tongue.
