Chapter 7
They stumbled down the hall to his room, her legs wrapped firmly around his waist, his mouth pressed firmly to her neck.
She tugged at his hair encouragingly while he quickly discarded her clothing, carefully depositing her on his bed as he pulled her jeans down.
“Twenty-eight seconds, not bad,” she murmured in a low voice as she nipped at his ear, reaching down to undo his belt buckle and unzip his jeans.
She knew what to say to get him going, knew he’d want to hear her soft sounds of appreciation as he kneaded her breasts, knew how feather light to run her hands down his chest and stomach to get him squirming and how rough to rub over the bulge in his pants.
She knew he’d comment on her readiness as he shoved his hand between her thighs, “Fuck, Nat. You’re so wet,” knew how loud to moan to stroke his ego as fast as she was stroking his erect penis. “Ooooh, Tony, that feels good.” She knew he could make her come at least twice with just his fingers, and knew precisely how and when to turn her wrist to make him twitch.
Their kisses were getting harder, more desperate and the passionate clumsiness made it even hotter.
His hands were roaming her body with a strong possessiveness she’d only ever let him have in rare moments of unguardedness and her hand was wrapped around him, sliding up and down his length with all the skill of her intimate knowledge of how to pleasure him.
“Wait… “ he whispered breathlessly in between heated kisses. “This is going to be over really fast if you don’t stop.”
She froze, surprised that she’d let herself get so lost in pleasuring him that she hadn’t even realized she’d brought him this close this quickly. “I… I want you inside me,” she heard herself say.
She would’ve expected her voice to sound strange to her own ears, as if the old her was saying things she would’ve never said out loud from inside her new body. But somehow the voice that was whispering these things in the heat of the moment was the same one she’d been using all along, the hands that were clutching him belonged to her, the skin that was pressed against his felt comfortable enough to keep touching him and letting him touch her.
“I want you inside me,” she said again, looking into his round blue eyes and running her fingers along his face and down his jaw.
A past, cockier version of her friend and lover would’ve smirked knowingly and capitalized on the benefits part of the term friends with benefits.
This new, vulnerable version of him that she’d been catching glimpses of over the past few weeks was panting slightly as he gazed back at her with a soft expression on his face and a tenderness in his eyes, brushed her hair gently out of her face with his hand and murmured, “Come here, sweetheart,” while he pulled her closer.
She carefully pushed him back against the mattress, crawled over him and kissed him with soft, open mouthed kisses as she spread her legs for him.
He slowly guided her onto him, his breathless gasp matching her own and she pressed her forehead into the crook of his neck as he moved beneath her.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned while she rocked against him.
He took her face in both of his hands, looking into her eyes as he thrusted up into her, then slowly slid his hands down her body until he was holding her hips and setting a steady pace as they began to move faster.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned.
“Tony,” she breathed, rolling her hips and watching his mouth fall open as he leaned his head back.
He pulled her close, his arms strong around her, and kissed her ear as he rolled them over without breaking contact, adjusting their positions so he was on top.
Her eyes widened as he tilted her back, shifting her hips to find a deeper angle and then he was thrusting so hard that her moaning increased unconsciously.
She slid her hands down his chest. “Faster,” she whispered. “Oh, God, that’s good.”
He kissed her deeply and she moved her hands over his body, lightly scraping her nails down his back and gripping his behind. She heard his breath hitch as she settled her hands on his ass and she squeezed hard enough to make him shiver as she urged him on.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. She made a mental note of his reaction, storing it away for later and moving her hands all over him to see what else she could learn about his body.
His own hands were feeling their way around her, molding to her curves as he kissed her breasts and sucked on her neck.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, gripped his shoulders and moaned deeply. “Oh, Tony,” she cried.
“Yeah, baby,” his whispered into her ear.
“Oh, Tony!” she screamed, clinging to him as he sent her into a trembling orgasm.
“Tasha,” he moaned, then groaned loudly as he came a second later while her thighs were still shaking around him.
She gasped as she tried to catch her breath, running her fingers through his sweaty hair as he ducked his head into her chest.
“Damn, baby. It’s definitely your same body,” he said, easing off of her. “I’d ask if it was ever this good, but I know that it always was.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, gently pushing his face away as he lightly kissed her temple.
She stretched her body, gripped the edge of the mattress and slowly pushed herself up.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a frown.
“Going back to my room,” she said, a little more matter-of-factly than she’d intended.
“Why?”
“It’s late, and I’m sleepy.”
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing we’re already in bed,” he said softly, reaching for her.
“Tony.”
“Come on, Nat. Just stay here.”
“I…. I can’t….”
“You can. Lay back, and close your eyes.”
She sighed. “It’s not that simple,” she said, sitting up.
“I get that. Just… just don’t go.” He slipped his hand into hers.
She swallowed thickly.
“Or if you have to go, we can talk about this first.”
She shook her head.
“Trust me,” he said. “I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
She paused, fidgeting with the bedsheets.
“Tasha,” he whispered. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Um,” she thought for a moment before turning her head to look up at him. “I have feelings for you, and I have for awhile now?”
He was quiet for a moment, then a smile slowly started to spread across his face until he was grinning from ear to ear, a signature Tony Stark grin and then he laughed.
“I don’t really think this is funny,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Sweetheart,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Why do you think I’ve wanted to keep you close?”
Her eyes widened. “We’ve been through this before, Stark. And it’s never worked between us. What’s changed this time?”
“Are you serious?” He asked, putting a hand to his goatee. “Well, for one, neither one of us is manipulating the other.”
She nodded, and he leaned closer.
“And we actually trust each other… right?”
“Right,” she whispered, letting him put an arm around her.
“And we’ve built a close friendship based on mutual respect, admiration, and love.”
“I do love you, Tony.”
He smiled. “I love you too, Tasha. So what do you say? Can I hold you?”
She nodded, slowly crawling into his embrace until he was holding her close against his chest and closing her eyes as she clung to him.
After a moment, he eased back into the mattress, reclining slowly.
She leaned over him, pressing her lips softly against his and cuddling up to him.
He reached out only long enough to turn off the lamp next to his bed before turning into her again. “Sleep tight, darling,” he whispered.
She placed a hand on his chest and he put his hand over hers, squeezing it gently.
Before long she felt him start to drift off and she closed her eyes, throwing her leg across his hips. “Don’t you dare move, Tony Stark.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, kissing her bare shoulder as she smiled into his neck.