Three's a crowd
Big warning here. I'm making use of my M rating. If such things offend then please don't read this chapter and check in with the next update.
Chapter 10: Proving her worth
It was late when the Torchwood team exited the hub, grumbling about how Saturday night actually used to mean something. Jack looked up from his desk to see Natasha standing in his doorway. He was caught, as he was daily, by how beautiful she looked to him. A curvaceous and fulsome body and a pale cherubic face. A Botticelli woman transported straight to him. There wasn't a part of her that didn't appear soft and feminine yet he knew underneath those soft curves was a steely determination. He could feel pulsating in the air between them the weight of topics undiscussed. And it would only get more difficult. He heard himself saying the words he thought he never would, "We should talk."
Natasha eliminated the space between them straddling his legs and sitting on his lap. She captured his mouth in hers drawing his bottom lip between her lips and teeth with a soft bite. "Talking wasn't what I had in mind." Jack grinned into her mouth and felt himself instantly respond.
Natasha shifted closer to Jack. Her full body up against his, soft against hard. Loving how the heat of her ample breasts permeated through his shirts to warm his chest, he was glad she could now feel his growing arousal. Jack reached under her skirt and squeezed her thigh. She had been wearing leggings under her skirt before, hadn't she? He moved his hand further up to grip her buttocks. He felt bare flesh, no underwear. The implied promise sent a jolt directly to his groin, his hardness straining against the confines of his trousers.
He tried to remove her top. "Leave it on" she said. So one handed, his other still gripping her bottom, he expertly reached up the back of her shirt and undid her bra. He moved his hand between their bodies and underneath her open bra to cup her right breast. As he flicked her hardening nipple with his thumb he was pleased to feel her respond by rubbing against his bulge.
Natasha's hands cupped the back of Jack's head working spasmodically through his hair. Her mouth pressed against his, tongue probing. He happily let her control the kiss feeling the warm wetness of her mouth as she expertly bit and sucked his lips and tongue. After kissing for a few minutes, he shifted impatiently, the pull of her mouth wasn't enough.
She moved her hips backwards along his thighs, without releasing his lips. She reached down, undid his trousers and pulled his now throbbing erection free. He pulled her sharply forward so her wet folds connected with his hardness. She whimpered into his mouth as she began to hitch her hips up and down, rubbing herself along his shaft. Eyes closed he concentrated on the sensation of the smooth wetness rubbing from base to tip on the underside of his penis. Without visual stimulation he could focus on the sweet feminie smell arising from her body and the soft sighs emitting from her lips with each stroke. As a counter note he heard is own deep growl vibrating through his chest. He smiled at the thought of them making music together.
Without warning Natasha lifted her body and impaled herself on his thick and throbbing erection. His growl turned to a groan as his hips spasmed upwards. "Don't. Stay still." she said. And so they sat face to face his penis enclosed in her body. "Just feel." she said.
Jack focused on their connection and felt, gently at first but then more strongly, a pulling along the length of his erection as she moved internal muscles to caress him. "Oh god, where did you learn to do that?"
She quieted him with a kiss and then said, "I've been saving it for a special occasion."
Jack kept his eyes closed feeling the contractions around him. There was something so erotic about being fully clothed, not moving and still to be feeling this sensual overload. He felt his orgasm build. From Natasha's sharp pants she was feeling the same. He reached a hand between their bodies and began to rub her clitoris. He brought his other hand up between their still connected mouths, pushed it between his lips and wet it. He then reached around her body to her other entrance. Rubbing his finger slowly around the tight muscle he felt her hips shudder. He inserted his finger inside her and was rewarded by a tight pull around finger and cock as the joint muscle reacted to the intrusion.
"Oh Jack." she said.
"Focus on my finger, it will help you control the muscle." She was a gratifyingly quick learner as the muscles strengthened like a grip around him, cleverly pulsating so it felt like his penis was being rubbed up and down. He felt his hips twitch as the feeling brought him towards his climax.
"Don't move." she gasped but he could feel her control slipping as she pulled her mouth away from his, arching her neck back and concentrating on the multiple sensations of each erogenous zone being stimulated. Jack flicked his fingers on her clitoris more rapidly and fought the impulse to thrust. Natasha began to groan loudly and with her orgasm he felt her contract tightly around his penis and buried finger. Her reaction was enough to push him over the edge. An almost inhuman yell was forced from his throat as he erupted, coating her insides with his warm semen.
They lent their heads together both panting. His softening penis still inside her. "Wow." he said.
"Can Ianto do that?" she asked.
In the aftermath of their lovemaking he felt like he had been punched.
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Please review. This is the first full sex scene I've written and I'd love to know how it went down, so to speak.