Let her think she’s in control

You let her believe the deflection is working.

Natasha sees the shift in your expression and moves quickly, soft body rising from the bed, sheet falling away completely. She reaches for you, pulls you down onto the mattress, and kisses you with deliberate heat, the same mouth that spent months saying no now open and urgent. Her hands push the remaining clothes away. Soft breasts press against your chest. The short curvy shape of her settles under you with practised willingness.

“That’s it,” she murmurs against your lips. “Forget the phone. Just feel me. I’ve been thinking about it since I watched you. I want it now.”

She guides your hand between her thighs, already wet, and lifts her hips. You line the thick head of your cock against her entrance and push in. The stretch is tight and immediate after the long dry spell. Natasha’s breath catches, then turns into a low moan as you feed her the full 8.5 inches in one continuous thrust. Her legs lock high around your waist. Soft hands grip your back. She starts moving under you, soft stomach pressing up, full breasts shifting with every roll of her hips, clearly trying to keep the momentum physical and the questions buried.

You let her escalate. You match her rhythm, driving deep, the wet heat of her cunt gripping the thick length while she moans and pulls you closer. The phone still sits on the edge of the bed where you dropped it. The messages still glow in your peripheral vision. Natasha keeps talking between gasps, soft filthy encouragement designed to keep you focused on her body instead of the truth.

When she is fully open and moving freely beneath you, when the physical has her distracted and breathing hard, you pin her wrists to the mattress, bury yourself to the hilt, and stop moving.

“Whose is it?” you ask, voice low and hard, cock still throbbing deep inside her. “You don’t get to fuck me into forgetting. Answer.” Your hand wraps suggestively around her neck and gives the ghost of a squeeze.

Natasha’s eyes widen. The calculated heat falters under the sudden stillness and the direct demand. You stay locked inside her, the full thick length stretching her open, refusing to move until the truth comes out of her mouth.