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"Character Talking"
"Character thinking"
And I hope it is acceptable and your criticisms, to see where I have to improve
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But the spider totem could live better without this Natasha's discreet flirtation, but now he preferred it to the one she had worn for the past month, Romanov was too close to breaking him...
"God, help me," implored Spider-man…
Every day when Peter came to work, he knew he could count on there being at least two or three occasions when Romanov would find some excuse to brush his arm with her big breasts, put her round butt in his line of sight, allow him to see the neckline of her dress for longer than necessary, or show him a glimpse of her soft, beautiful legs.
Every time his secretary walked into the office of the boss, mastermind, and owner of Parker Industries, there were seductive glances, fleeting physical contact, and comments so suggestive that they were barely subtle enough to be considered double entendre rather a than dirty talk…
And not by much.
But Romanov's breakthroughs had achieved what she wanted, with her tighter tops and slightly shorter skirts at the start of each new week, but that wasn't all. Her tits pressed against his body for longer periods of time in the last week, her skirt lifted up more when she bent over, and her comments got even closer to the limit of what she could try and pretend it was anything more than (too direct) flirtation and provocation. There were probably at least a dozen times this week where Parker could have criticized her for her blatantly suggestive behavior, and it was only Wednesday.
Yes, Natasha was an amazing secretary who made Peter's job infinitely easier. But she was also a frustrated, annoying, and dedicated SHIELD agent who was an irrepressible provocateur who sometimes made him so nervous that even the simplest tasks were difficult for the spider totem to complete, and he didn't know what to do with her.
Another lie, the man who barely looks a little more than half his real age knew he could fire her, move her to another office or division, but S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't going to stop, Peter could only wait until Fury cleans up the agency and sends someone else or the infiltrated HYDRA agents could make someone else go after him and not be as discreet, or kind as Natasha.
But having the beautiful redhead was better for the arachnid from another universe, not to mention that Peter could keep an eye on her, although he won't admit that seeing a familiar face in his life was another reason.
Although now Peter is starting to think that Black Widow's current 'strategy' was that she was waiting for him to point out her actions. Because for brief moments she didn't even bother to hide that she was looking at him expectantly and/or with annoyance, practically daring him to react to what she was doing.
She had been playing a game with him all this time, and Peter knew that everything was going to change once he finally took the bait. But he simply couldn't, as tempting as Romanov acted, but his will grew weaker and weaker. Parker had persisted until now, hoping she would stop acting and give up, but every time she upped the ante, he was closer to bursting out and giving her reaction she was clearly looking for.
Even with the awkward full-body tilt she had to do to place her fingers around her pen, Natasha remained hunched over much longer than necessary and pressing her firm cufflinks against Peter's desk. She also leaned her body slightly towards him, and Parker held back a growl while biting his tongue while trying to control himself when one of her breasts brushed Peter's hand on the surface of the furniture.
"Is it serious?!... How was I supposed to ignore this?!"
"I got it!" The redhead said at last, before standing up again in what could be called a jump, but as she did so, the feather 'accidentally' slipped from her fingers and landed on her 'boss's' lap, too close to his crotch. "How clumsy I was! Let me pick it up, boss!"
Before Peter could react and stop her, her hand rested on his lap to pick up the pen. Peter hissed as her fingers 'accidentally' brushed against his cock, which was rapidly hardening in his pants. Naturally, her fingers brushed his erection back and forth while Nat pretended to fumble for the pen.
This was becoming completely absurd now. She'd brushed her butt against his groin a couple of times in the last week, but it'd been subtle enough that he could almost have believed it was accidental if it weren't for everything else she'd been doing and saying over the past month.
But this?
This was going too far. She was practically masturbating him by rubbing against him 'accidentally'.
"Thank you, Nat," Peter said in a voice too strained, as he gripped the pen still in the mortal spy's hand.
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"It was a pleasure, boss," Natasha said lingering a little longer with the word pleasure, while smiling provocatively when she saw that finally a sign that whatever resistance barrier the brown-haired genie had, was closer to breaking than she had thought when she heard his forced voice, as well as seeing him squeeze the feather that ended up cracking.
Now she had two options, continue like this, but give him a break to continue breaking his resistance for the next few days or she should seize the moment, here and now. So the next thing 'Natalie Rushman' did was say.
"You're tense, boss."
If the lethal and beautiful Black Widow wasn't as frustrated and upset as she was thanks to how long this mission has been, as well as the infuriating owner of Parker Industries, she would have chosen the first option.
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"Tense?... maybe a little… I just need... a little break and… I'll be fine," Parker replied, suspecting that Natasha didn't say that just to say or make a conversation
"But you're very tense, boss," she said, her voice soft as she moved behind Peter's chair and placed her hands on his shoulders "I can help you now"
"Nat, that's not-" Peter tried to say but his voice cut off as Natasha's fingers began to knead his muscles, working in slow, firm circles that seemed to pull the tension out of his body. She wasn't wrong, Parker was quite tense thanks to his work and her, so he couldn't help but lean slightly, allowing her to press harder, to go deeper into the knots that had formed. "Ooohh… it feels… soo goood"
"Thank you, Peter," he heard her say as she continued to relieve his shoulder muscles thanks to her deft touch that passed to his neck, head, and back as he leaned a little further forward.
But Peter felt a pang of something more than relief in his tense body after a few minutes, it was a spark of light and subtle pleasure, but one that grew every so often when Black Widow pressed specific places every so often.
Peter could have stopped her, but it felt so good that the room became quieter as the world outside the door seemed to fade away. All Parker could hear was the soft sound of their breathings and feel the rhythmic touch of her fingers and nails against his skin. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, a delicate blend of jasmine and vanilla that was both calming and invigorating.
But Parker swallowed hard, and his pulse quickened as her touch became more intimate, sliding down his neck and tracing the line of his collarbone.
Natasha's hands stopped their advance for a moment when she felt that Peter was alert to her actions again, so the beautiful redhead continued with the massage for him to relax. Achieving it after a few moments.
Her touch was delicate and she had to be subtle every time her hands went down Peter's front, her thumbs brushing the fabric of his tie, loosening the knot that had suffocated him all day before gently and deftly unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt, one… by… one.
The cloth opened, revealing a bit of Peter's physique to Natasha, who upon seeing him along with what she could feel when massaging him, realized that Parker had a better body than she expected, while her fingers slowly played more and more on the skin, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned back in his chair, letting her take complete control as she had done so subtly with the massage. The room was now a cocoon of silence, the outside world forgotten.
Peter closed his eyes, he knew what she was doing, but he couldn't help but savor the sensation of Natasha's fingers touching his skin, massaging his body, her nails lightly tearing his skin, her warm breath against his neck as she leaned closer... In a way it was his fault for rarely relaxing.
The sound of her heels hitting the floor was the only noise that broke the stillness as she walked around him, before pushing his chair back a bit with him in it. Feeling the warmth of her body as she stopped right in front of him, reaching out her hands to trace his jawline. His eyes remained closed, a silent invitation for her to continue her massage.
Her thumbs brushed against his earlobes, causing a shudder through him, and Peter couldn't help but lean into her touch as he shivered with his breath caught in his throat. Her hands slid from his face to the back of his neck, gently pushing his head.
When Peter opened his eyes, their eyes met again and he could see the hunger and lust barely hidden in Romanov's eyes, which made him wonder if this was also because she wanted it that way, that she was enjoying it, not just because he was her mission.
But those thoughts lingered in his mind as the air between them was increasingly charged with an unspoken desire.
Natasha could see the hunger in Peter's eyes, a hunger he could barely contain. The room seemed to spin, and Natasha knew that if she didn't act now, the moment would slip away like sand between her fingers.
So she pulled her body closer and he stepped back in the chair as his eyes widened a little wider, but Romanov could also see the doubt in them, so she climbed onto his lap, while pressing her body against him.
"Peter" she said his name with some excitement, which although it could be originated by an act or a mission, the emotion behind her barely perceptible voice was not at all.
Peter looked at her for a few moments, but the way she said his name reminded him of some moments with the Natasha he knew, and he inadvertently wrapped his hands around her waist.
Her mouth met his, and the kiss was an intoxicating mixture of softness and demandingness, her lips parting to invite him in. Peter's hands ran down her body, feeling the curves that her professional attire barely did the job of hiding. The fabric of her skirt rustled against the palms of his hands as he slid them down her thighs, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin just below the hem.
His breathing raged and deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing with his. Peter felt his self-control slip away like pages in the wind. He stood up and lifted her onto the desk, the cold surface pressed against the backs of her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, and the sound of the desk scraping the floor was lost in the symphony of their mixed breaths.
Their kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as if they were trying to devour each other, while they both lost themselves in it by letting go of the frustration and tension they had. Peter's hands found the zipper at the back of her skirt and he pulled it down with a sense of urgency, before removing the rest and she arched her body slightly, allowing him to slide off some of the garment before moving her body to remove the rest of her clothes. Seeing her dressed only in lace lingerie made his heart beat harder.
Parker paused for a moment, absorbing her beauty, and she gave him a smile that sent a shock of electricity through her veins…
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