He didn't answer with words, but with a slow, deliberate slide of his hand down her spine, stopping at the small of her back. He pressed her even closer, letting her feel the heat radiating from him. Natasha responded in kind, her fingers digging lightly into his shoulder, a silent invitation.
The kiss that followed was different, bolder, more demanding. Tongues danced, a frantic exploration that left them breathless and wanting more. He tasted of coffee and something inherently him, a combination that sent shivers down Natasha's spine. Alex's hands moved, exploring the delicate curve of her neck, the soft skin beneath her shirt.
With a groan, he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers. "We should probably… move this somewhere more comfortable," he managed, his voice rough with need.
Natasha nodded, too lost in the moment to form a coherent sentence. Taking her hand, Alex led her towards the bedroom. The city sounds faded completely now, replaced only by the sound of their quickening breaths and the anticipation that hung heavy in the air and with that, they stepped into the bedroom, leaving the world behind.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as they stepped inside. Alex didn't break eye contact, the unspoken question still hanging in the air until Natasha's firm nod solidified his intent. With a shared exhale, he turned, gently guiding her towards the bed.
Natasha's knees felt weak as she reached the edge of the mattress. Alex's hands were warm on her waist, and with a gentle pressure, he guided her backwards until she was lying down, the soft fabric cushioning her fall. He followed her down, supporting himself on one arm, his gaze never leaving hers.
The kissing started again, a frantic, desperate meeting of lips that spoke of pent-up desire and a longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, exploring every curve and crevice of her mouth as if memorizing her. His free hand, meanwhile, traced a path down her throat, sending shivers rippling through her.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, his fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. The metal was cool against her skin as he carefully, almost reverently, pulled it down. The fabric loosened, and he kissed her harder, deeper, as the dress began to slip off her shoulders.
A groan escaped Natasha's lips as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers fumbled at first, clumsy with anticipation, but she quickly found her rhythm, unfastening each one and pushing the fabric aside to reveal the smooth skin beneath. Alex helped her, shrugging the shirt off completely and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
Now, only layers of fabric separated them. Hands moved with purpose, shedding clothes with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. Kisses punctuated each touch, each whispered word of encouragement, each gasp of pleasure. There was no rush, no hesitation, only a shared desire to explore and savor every moment, every sensation. The air crackled with electricity, a symphony of soft moans and whispered promises filling the room. The world outside ceased to exist, replaced only by the intoxicating reality of their bodies coming together.
The discarded clothes lay in a tangled heap on the floor, a testament to the urgency and passion that had consumed them. Now, with only the bare minimum separating them, Alex paused, his gaze sweeping over Natasha. The soft lamplight painted her skin in a warm, inviting glow, highlighting the curve of her breasts beneath her lace bra and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Natasha blushed, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "So are you," she replied, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen.
He lowered his head, nuzzling into her neck, his breath warm and intoxicating against her skin. His hands, meanwhile, explored the curve of her hips, gently tugging at the elastic of her underwear. Natasha arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
With deliberate slowness, he reached behind her, his fingers fumbling for the clasp of her lace bra. He felt the click, the slight release, and then the gentle parting of the fabric. He paused, his gaze dropping to her breasts, now partially revealed. He watched as her nipples tightened under his gaze, a silent invitation.
He lowered his head again, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her chest. He circled her nipple with his tongue, teasing it lightly, then took it gently between his teeth. He bit down softly, almost imperceptibly, just enough to elicit a gasp of pleasure from Natasha.
Her hands tightened on his back, her nails digging lightly into his skin. "Alex," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper.
He released her nipple, his lips moving to the other breast, repeating the same teasing, tantalizing motions. He alternated between gentle nibbles and soft, lingering kisses, exploring every inch of her skin with his mouth.
Natasha's body arched beneath him, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He could feel her breath quickening, her heart pounding against his chest.
He lifted his head once more, his eyes meeting hers. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Natasha hesitated for a moment, then met his gaze head-on, her own eyes filled with desire. "I want you," she said, her voice barely audible. "All of you."
A thrill shot through Alex at her words. "All of me," he echoed softly, his eyes darkening with passion. He moved, shifting his weight slightly, giving himself better access to her. His hands, now free, traced the curve of her hips, slowly, deliberately, before slipping beneath her, tugging gently at the elastic of her underwear.
Natasha lifted her hips slightly, making it easier for him. The fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the soft, delicate skin underneath. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in every curve, every contour. He knew she could feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of his desire.
Then, with a slow, purposeful movement, he lowered himself, his lips tracing a path down her abdomen, each kiss sending shivers of anticipation through her. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, his tongue flicking out to tease and tantalize.
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