Natasha kicks the body suit off her legs and tugs her hair tie roughly from her hair, and launches herself on the bed. Her teeth close around Sawyer’s nipples and she can’t stop her full weight from landing on Sawyer.
“Fuck me, Natasha,” Sawyer’s laughing, and the shrill sound of it is making the hairs on Natasha’s neck stand on end. She brings her legs up around Natasha’s body, bucking up against her. Sawyer keeps her nails short, but she scrapes the hard stubs against Natasha’s shoulder blades. Natasha ignores her, kisses softly from just under her earlobe to her clavicle. She’s been desperate to fuck Sawyer for hours and she wants to take her time.
“Come on,” Sawyer’s voice is low and frustrated, she sounds like she’s trying to open a sticky lock. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Now?”
“No,” Sawyer rolls her eyes, “I want you to fuck me in ten minutes. Christ.”
Natasha bites her neck in retaliation.
“Yes, fuck, that’s more like it,” Sawyer’s voice is high and breathy. They often fuck roughly, but Sawyer’s still full of adrenaline and it’s making her jittery and unpredictable. Natasha knows she has to be careful, feels overwhelmed and lightheaded at the thought of it.
Sawyer’s drenched but Natasha still grabs the bottle of lube next to her bed and pumps it roughly over Sawyer’s pussy. She hisses at the cold temperature but moans at Natasha drags her fingers over her, moving the fluid from her clit to her entrance. Natasha pushes two fingers inside of Sawyer, and she gives a breathy little moan that Natasha knows is calculated to sound inviting. Natasha obediently works at Sawyer’s pussy until she’s pushing her fist inside her. It’s what she’s wanted all along, it’s what she meant by ‘fuck me.’ Sometimes Sawyer’s shy about saying the word, and Natasha will tease it out of her, but not tonight.
Sawyer gives her first real, authentic shriek when she stretches past the fleshy part of Natasha’s thumb and then contracts around her wrist. Her head lolls to the side and she moans deep in her chest. Natasha can practically feel the rumble through the bed. Sawyer tries to cover her mouth with the back of her wrist.
“Sawyer, I’ve told you about this before,” Natasha gently pushes Sawyer’s hand back on to the pillow.
Sawyer’s eyes widen, and she blinks up at Natasha. Sawyer’s eyes often start rolling in the back of her head at this point, but tonight she just stares mindlessly through Natasha.
“That good?” Natasha asks. Sawyer’s cheeks are bright red and her nostrils are flaring broadly with every breath, but Natasha wants to check.
Sawyer speaks through gritted teeth, “Yes it’s good, you fucking pussy. Harder.”
Natasha knows Sawyer gets like this when she’s desperate. It gets Natasha dripping between her own legs, shifting to relieve some of the pressure. She screws in and out of Sawyer’s pussy slower than she would usually do. She settles herself over Sawyer’s thigh so she can rub against it, and uses her other hand to lightly thumb over Sawyer’s clit. Sawyer is whining through her nose in one long note, until she tucks her chin to her chest and opens her mouth. The sound mutates from a keen to an ungodly, deep noise that sounds more like anguish than pleasure.
Every time Natasha pushes forward, Sawyer lifts her hips to meet her. She’s taking Natasha in deeper and deeper. Sawyer leans forward and grabs Natasha’s elbow, trying to push Natasha further into her. Natasha tenses her biceps, doesn’t let Sawyer pull her in. Sawyer reaches for Natasha’s free hand and brings it up to her throat, choking herself with Natasha’s hand. Sawyer groans and writhes against the bed. Natasha’s pulsing but she shakes her hand free of Sawyer’s. She'd like nothing better than to press down on Sawyer's throat while she fucks the rest of the air out of her lungs, but she needs to keep a clear head with Sawyer in this mood.
It comes as a surprise when one of Sawyer's hands comes flying to her face, missing her cheek but flapping ineffectually against her ear. Sawyer grunts and pulls her hand back, prepares to take aim at Natasha’s face again. It looks like she has a better aim and better form this time but Natasha’s ready to catch her fist.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?”
“I told you to fuck me harder,”
“But I didn’t want to,” Natasha makes sure to affect a confused tone, like she can't believe what Sawyer's saying.
Sawyer frowns and looks so ridiculous that Natasha can’t resist laughing and bending down to kiss her. She wiggles her hand pull free from Sawyer. She flexes her fingers, and starts brushing them over Sawyer’s slippery labia. She rubs Sawyer’s clit, using the exact angle and pace that she knows Sawyer likes for a quick and dirty orgasm.
“Maybe I want you to come empty.” Natasha gives Sawyer that low-lidded look that she knows gets Sawyer squirming.
Sawyer thrashes her head on the pillow, “Please, don’t. I want to come with you inside me.”
Natasha makes sure to give her a dark look, a hint of a sneer on her hard mouth. It’s acting, but
