maskirovka | overflow / open post II

"Yes," was the deliberately cheeky reply, the petite redhead smirking down at her gorgeous lover. "Do you want me not to be loud?" If she had to stifle her pleasure, Natalia honestly thought she might die. No one else was in the house, Jet didn't care, and the neighbors could just...deal with it. Nosiness never paid off, after all.

She bit at her lower lip, then murmured, even as she squirmed beneath his ministrations, "I want you to know how much I like. And to hear how much you like," was the added corollary. "Noises you make, so hot." A grin accompanied the last, then a swift gasped whine followed when a spike of pure pleasure lanced through her loins, tightening her ripe body just for him.

"Mmmmm...more, malyshka..." Natalia begged, hips bucking lightly. "Use your fingers...and your tongue, pleeeease?"

There's something to be said for how Natalia tells him exactly what she wants and he can deliver it. It doesn't feel like she's telling him what to do so much as helping him get her what she needs and he doesn't take any offense to it.

He works his fingers in and moves his mouth to work against her clit and be more focused. She tends to come quickly but that isn't a bad thing - it just means she has more in her to make the night last longer.

It had to be mid-morning by now - they'd lingered in the shower - but for Natalia, the entire world boiled down to this room, this bed, and her professor's wicked, wicked mouth, lapping at her so sinfully, so perfectly, she honestly thought she might writhe right off the edge of the mattress, if he let her. As it was, she bit her lip and fought to hold on, to prolong the exquisite pleasure he was giving her, the little moans, cries, and squeals letting Bucky know just what she was feeling with each and every stroke.

Squeezing tight around his fingers, promissory for his cock later, the girl bucked in her teacher's grasp, then shuddered apart completely when a swipe of his wet, warm tongue drove her right out of her mind. One small hand gripped his wet hair, tugging, and the other pinched a tight, dark nipple, kneading at her breast to extend the magnificent torture.

Bucky works her through it, remembering how it felt to have her clenching down around his cock and knowing he's going to have it later and probably more than once today. He can barely keep up with her, honestly, and he thinks she's going to drain him dry.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Give it all to me. Give me everything, let me see it all. Let me feel it all and know I did it."

He crooks his fingers again, trying to extend the orgasm just a little longer.

Had she been able, Natalia might have wondered just how quickly she'd become attuned to her professor's hands, voice, and mouth. As it was, she couldn't even catch a quick breath just now, because she was too preoccupied with falling completely into the pleasure he was giving her, sending her soaring over that blissful peak to gasp and cry for him as she writhed.

Lithe hips bucked, small hands rubbed and tugged at pebbled nipples, the slight pain coupling with the pleasure shooting through her loins. It left her breathless, splayed and spent across her professor's rumpled bed, the entire room still holding their combined scents of musk and sex. It was heady, filling her lungs as she tried to breathe once more.

"...mmmmmm..." the girl whined, running her tongue over her lips, leaving them flush and glistening. "...oh-oh-James...that's sooooo good, malyshka....so fucking good..."

It feels good to have her fall apart for him, to know he can bring Natalia off in such a spectacular way that she's crying out his name and telling him how good he is. He hasn't had that in a long time (did he ever have it from his wife, even?) and he thinks he'll have a spring in his step after this just because he feels like he's really doing a good job.

"That's it, Natalia. That's a good girl. You're...you're good to me. You make me feel good the same way as I make you feel good. You wanna make me feel even better?"

Even in her most filthy, vivid daydreams had she ever imagined sex with this man to be like this. The reality far outweighed the fantasies, and the little princess smiled softly to her professor's warm praise, feeling his voice ripple all over her sensitive skin, making her belly shiver.

"I like being good to you," she whispered, gently sucking on her middle finger, shy and coquettish. "You, so sweet and kind, mmmmm and so, so, so good, here...oh-James..." she had to moan his name again, slowly writhing beneath his hands. Natalia thought she might just willingly spend the rest of her life in this bed, with this man.

But she nodded eagerly, propping up on her elbows with eyes alight and anticipatory, running her tongue around her mouth as she propped her heels on the mattress, thighs still whorishly spread. "Da, Professor, da, da. I want to make you feel so very much good..."

"How do you want to do it?" Bucky asks, looking at her. God, she's beautiful, even if he shouldn't be touching her at all. It's so wrong but it feels so right - and he knows he's never going to give her up now that he's had a taste of her.

"Do you want to fuck me or do you want to use your mouth? Lady's choice. Any way you have me is going to feel good. I'm pretty confident in that even if I'm not confident in anything else."

A wicked little light sparked in the girl's eyes, and she gave a low, husky laugh. "That," she told him, "I promise." God, but he was gorgeous; thick, muscled, tousled, and so, so endearing. Natalia knew she was rapidly falling in love with this man, but she couldn't even bring herself to care. She was never going to leave. Not even by Imperial edict.

But to answer his question...

"Like this," she told him, whiskey voice rough, inviting. And she slowly rolled to her stomach, then went to her hands and knees, deliberately spreading her legs and wiggling her rear in blatant invitation. "...fuck me like this, Dzheyms." Natalia tossed her head, sending scarlet cascading over her pale, bare back. "Give me your cock," she breathed, "ohh, malyshka...make me scream for you.."

Bucky likes it from behind. His wife really hadn't wanted it that way very often but Natalia's eagerness for him turns him on in a way he doesn't think he's ever been turned on before. This way, he can see her perfect ass and reach his hands forward to cup her breasts or rub his fingers against her clit - there's a lot of possibilities.

When he slides in, it isn't as gentle and tentative as it normally it and he bottoms out in her and just stays there for a moment. "You feeling good, Natalia? Want me to move yet?"

He impaled her and she squealed, not having expected it so assertive. But it was glorious, and her voice devolved to a wanton moan when he filled her all the way. "Dzheeyyymsss," she moaned, squeezing his cock so tight, still so wet and sensitive she thought she might implode at just a single thrust. "Ohhh, so big...you fill me all the way..."

She lowered her head to roll her hips back against his, begging with her body. After another girlish, needy moan, the teenager begged, "Fuck me, Professor. Pozhaluysta, oh, pleeeease...fuck me deep." Hopefully the headboard would leave some new marks in the wall, or a bedspring or two would lose its twang. But she wanted it, wanted him.

"Please, give to me, Dzheyms...so, so good...so good..."

It's exactly what he wants to do, fuck her deep, so when Bucky pulls back out he almost pulls out all the way and then he presses back in hard. It's faster than he's been with her and probably a little harder but it feels damn good and she seems to want him.

He knows his breath is coming fast and all he can hear are her soft noises and the slap of skin. Natalia is loud, though, so he knows she'll be calling his name and begging for him throughout and God, if that doesn't fluff his ego. It makes him feel like he's the only man in the world.

His hips slammed hard against her ass, and Natalia reveled in it. This was what she'd wanted; this man's unbridled lust, his profound passion, executed on her tender little body. James fucked her as she'd begged, and it wasn't very long at all before her voice filled his bedroom, gasping and crying his name, begging him for more, letting him know in broken English interspersed with accented Russian just how much she loved having him in such a way.

Her petite body tightened around his thrusting cock, her breasts full, aching, and jolting back and forth with their rough lovemaking, and it was all she could do to squeeze one tight nipple, gasping at the sharp pain coupled with the astonishing pleasure he was giving her. She dimly heard the headboard join in, and its sharp knocking mixed with her guttural cries, along with the symphony of his strong hips slapping her perfectly rounded ass as he pummeled her.

It's a lot, having sex like this, and Bucky doesn't remember how long it's been since he has. He knows he's going to leave bruises on Natalia's pale skin; the press of his hands is just too hard for someone as pale and delicate as she is. He doesn't think it will matter, though, as long as they're where she can cover them up.

It takes him a while to come and that surprises him. Normally he's quick with Natalia but he holds on this time through all of her cries and begging and when he does come, he presses into her hard and it's all he can do to keep from collapsing.

"Hold on a little longer and I'll move, okay?"

She climaxed just when he did, the flood inside her triggering her own mind-shocking orgasm, and Natalia didn't really remember dropping to her elbows to ride it out as her slim body locked down around her professor's spasming cock, but she came back to coherence with liquid gold glittering everywhere. He felt magnificent buried deep and thick inside her, and she couldn't help the small wiggle at his words.

"Da," she moaned, all but spent. "Stay," she begged then, rubbing her ass against his groin. "You inside me...I love it..." The girl slowly splayed across the mattress, coaxing him down and over her, and she turned her head to press a kiss to his lips. "Mmmm, professor," she purred, languid, "you fuck so good, baby..."

Bucky thinks he's probably crushing her, honestly, because he's a big guy and Natalia is a really small girl but it feels good to be covering her so he doesn't move. He hasn't pulled completely out, either, so they're still connected and it feels damn good.

"What'd I say about calling me professor in bed? That's illegal, Natalia," he says, laughing softly. "I don't want to be reminded that I'm your teacher and you could get me incredibly and spectacularly fired. And don't start with your I'm legal in Russia thing either. Even if you were older than me it would be illegal because you're my student."

She rolled her eyes to his grousing, snorting a bit in mild consternation. "If we were in Russia," she informed him a little tartly, "we would already be married, with two children already. And my belly would be big with third child. So. There." Thank God for American contraceptives. A gynecologist had been her second stop after arriving in the United States.

"I have diplomatic immunity," she reminded him, leaning her head over to nuzzle his cheek. "And if I say, applies to you, too. So stop this worry. It will be fine. We will be lovers, good for each other, and everyone else, fuck them. You are mine, Dzheyms, and that is just how it is."

And she meant every single word.

Even though he was still more or less holding her down on the bed, Natalia speared him with a serious emerald gaze. "Tell me truly," she said, "you enjoy fucking me? Having me here?" Her tone was a little stern, but her gaze softened, became truly vulnerable. Because if he said no, she honestly thought she might just die from a completely broken heart.

"I thought that was pretty obvious," Bucky says softly. "And if it's not, I'm...I'm really sorry, Natalia. I don't want to be bad at this. I don't let people in because I don't want to be hurt so if I hurt you or made you think I didn't want you here, that's not the case. I just worry about things because that's who I am."

He feels bad now because looking back over the things he's said - yeah. Maybe it isn't clear he wants her here. It's pretty shitty to think he'd been having sex with her and she wasn't even sure he wanted her there.

"I'm sorry, Natalia. I messed it up."

"It's okay," she forgave him. "America is...complicated." Natalia rolled her eyes again. "It has been long time for you." She understood, perhaps better than anyone else might. "It is hard, sometimes, to trust again. Especially when someone close does the hurting." Her own mother had been hers.

A moment later, she wiggled out from under him, coming back to nestle at his side, curled in the curve of his arm and his long body. "I want to stay with you," the girl told him. "And love you. Like...like...good woman does. And for you to be mine. ...and...and maybe love me, one day. When you can."

She would not sniffle. But she did bury her face in his neck, arms locked tight around him.

"Does it bother you? That I'm tentative about feelings? Because I got hurt bad, Natalia. I can't do it again because I don't think I'd ever get myself out there again."

He strokes her hair and tries to soothe her a little bit. "It isn't your fault. I care about you a lot and I want to make this a thing, a real relationship. I just can't give love away just yet. I have to have a little time to trust myself again."

Mute, she shook her head, not wanting to articulate just now. She knew he'd been devastated by his messy divorce, and the girl had sworn that if she ever crossed paths with that hateful bitch, the world would be less one back-stabbing whore, and the better for it.

Slowly, Natalia sat up and pulled away slightly, wanting to give him some space, ironic since she'd been all over him for the last sixteen hours. Lower lip caught between her teeth, the girl crossed her arms over her breasts, reflexive. Shy.

"It doesn't bother me," she finally replied. "I understand. This," she placed a small hand on his naked thigh, "is enough for me. Right now." And offered a tentative little smile.

"I don't mean to hurt you," Bucky says softly. She's pulled away from him and drawn inward so he wants to make it better, if he can, because the last thing he wants is to cut Natalia on the daggers he has pointed at himself. It's not fair to her.

"If it makes you feel better, it's not just sex to me. I care about you a lot. I care about you so much that I want to tell you I love you just so you're not hurt by me. But it would be worse to say it and know I'm not there yet then to hold it back until I'm ready."

"I know." Small and pale, Natalia half-turned to look back at her gorgeous lover, still naked amid the well-stirred sheets. "It's okay, James," she assured him, smile a little wan. "It really is." The clock in the hallway suddenly chimed noon, and Natalia blinked. Had they really been at each other since breakfast hours ago? Apparently so.

She slithered from Bucky's bed, retrieving his button-up shirt as she did, slipping it on. "Gonna clean up, then get some food. Da?" It meant time away from each other, and she hated it, but the girl did think she needed to clear her head a little, away from his general vicinity. She simply couldn't think whenever he was near.

Bucky still thinks he fucked it up and probably badly but he hadn't meant to do anything wrong. Honestly, he'd only wanted to tell the truth and sometimes the truth can hurt. He gets dressed in sweatpants but doesn't bother with a shirt and by the time he gets down to the kitchen, he sees that Natalia's beaten him down there.

"What's for...brunch? Lunch? I don't know what we call this meal since we've been in bed all day," Bucky says, trying to crack a joke.

She'd cleaned up, brushed her teeth and washed her face, and was in the process of setting out leftover sausage from breakfast and the Chinese leftovers from last night. "Me, either," she replied, smiling over one shoulder. "But I'm starved. Busy night," she added with a wry little grin.

Natalia wasn't going to dwell on what they couldn't have, at least not right now, and had resolved to just let things be what they were. She knew she tended to jump the gun when it came to certain things, and patience was a virtue she still needed to learn.

"Just enough eggrolls left for two of us," she stated, placing two each on their plates. "You want soda? Or fresh coffee?"

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