This is the first large smut section of a possible few. Explicit language is kept minimal but it still is smut and it's very long, so if that's not your thing then sorry for the inconvenience but you'll have to wait for the next chapter to come out.
The two nations shuffled their way deeper into the hotel room, the clacking and dragging of their shoes echoing off the floor as they stumbled and knocked against each other's heels. With no care for what was in their way they kissed each other passionately, walking blind until crashing into the kitchen countertop.
Leaning into the now pinned man, Natalya held onto his face with both hands, kissing him hard as he supported himself against the counter. He was bending backwards she was forced on him that much, standing on her very tippy toes to get at his face.
Pressing back against her he stood straight, separating for a moment to catch his breath. She wasn't ready to stop though, straining her feet to get more height, breathing heavy against his mouth. When she couldn't reach, she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him down. "Take off your shoes, you're too damn tall."
He snickered and stepped out of his shoes, though still had to bend down to return the kiss. Now within her reach she kept a firm hold on him, anticipating for him to try and break away again. To her surprise, he kissed harder, his tongue even peeking out and licking at her bottom lip.
She was a little confused at first, but eventually did the same, their tongues pressing and rubbing together in a sloppy wet mess that made her shudder, butterflies all in her stomach. Her knees felt like they were going to buckle, arousal burning in her chest as they experimented with French kissing for the first time.
She drifted her hands from around his neck down to his chest, clawing at him and absentmindedly trying to undress him. She tried to take his coat off, but with it buttoned up she couldn't remove it. Disengaging herself she looked at him hotly, eyeballing his coat. "Aren't you hot in that thing? I think... you should take it off."
Not picking up on the desire in her voice he agreed about the temperature, starting to strip off the winter clothes. She only gave him about a second to make quick work of the coat before she tilted her head and dove back in, pressing her soft lips into the underside of his jaw, leaving smudges of lipstick. He was stunned in place, the heat on his neck feeling oddly good. Looking to the side she peeked over at the opened door to the bedroom, smirking deviously against his neck.
Without warning she pulled him back up from the counter, aiming for his lips again as he fell into her. Walking while making out once again the two clumsily made their way over to the bedroom, Alfred unaware that's where she was taking him.
Continuing to walk forward she forced him to step back, somehow ushering him directly toward the bed despite her eyes still being closed. Feeling something hit against the back of his knees and the sensation of falling backwards his eyes shot open, just as he crashed back onto the bed. Scanning around the room he understood now that he was in his bedroom, though that realization along with their current situation made his chest tight.
He looked over at her in astonishment while she stood at the end of the bed to remove her own shoes, to then climb onto his stomach and look back down at him with a concentrated expression, the only tell that she had been kissing him so passionately being the unyielding warmth in her face and the sexy smear of lipstick at the corner of her lip.
This was a very strange and unfamiliar position for him to be in, but as long as she kept kissing him and looking at him like he was the tastiest piece of meat he wasn't about to start complaining.
After taking a few moments to fully register the fact that Belarus of all people, pampered up in makeup and fancy clothes, was sitting on him with the intent on kissing him all over rather than stab him, he couldn't help but smile a large smile. No one would believe him in a million years.
Shifting out from under her a little bit he sat up, Natalya sliding into his lap without resistance. Wrapping his arms around her lower back he leaned his head back slightly to smile up at her, slowly breaking down her commandeering attitude as she melted into his comforting cradle.
Seeing the softening in her face Alfred smiled admiringly and moved a hand up, wiping the smear of lipstick away from her lip. His eyes locked onto the bright red bits of flesh for a minute, requiring a considerable amount of effort not to immediately capture them once more, before moving up to meet her eyes again.
"I never thought I'd ever be doing something like this with The Natalya Arlovskaya. I gotta say, you're even prettier up close," he said while using his hand to smooth out some of unruly hairs that had fallen in front of her face.
In response her jaw twitched as she bared her teeth, as if what he said was causing her physical pain. "Don't say such embarrassing stuff. I thought we were making out, not flirting like schoolchildren."
He chuckled softly while weaving his fingers through one of her long side locks. "Maybe stop blushing so much and I will." She glared at him as her blush darkened, curling her fingers hard into the lapels of his suit. Then she moved forward and gave him a very rough kiss, though just long enough to leave him feeling empty as she moved away. "You seriously irritate me sometimes."
He laughed some more and grinned up at her, placing both hands onto her face and pulling her into a kiss of his own. Her anger quickly faded as she was dragged back into that oh-so-euphoric feeling. The grip on his suit gradually let up, her hands sliding down and slipping under it, caressing his torso. He was so thrilled just to be kissing her he didn't even register that she was feeling him up, her fingers creeping up to his shoulders and pushing open his suit, sliding it down his body as far as she could.
With his hands currently cupping her face she couldn't remove the suit top fully, leaving it at his elbows as she moved on to his dress shirt. With her eyes and face preoccupied with smushing into his she had to grasp blindly at the buttons, alerting Alfred to the desperate tugs and jostling at the shirt fabric and buttons.
Opening his eyes he detached from her lips and looked down at his body, seeing her hands working speedily to unbutton his shirt. Bewildered, he looked to her face, her opened eyes revealing her frustration as she trailed down his shirt. Finally gripping both sides and yanking them apart, his shirt popped open revealing his bare chest underneath. Her face beamed at her success, only to morph into that obsessive, unhinged expression that keeps Russia up at night.
He wanted to scream, ask what the heck she was doing, but that hungry look in her eyes... he couldn't find the words to say. Her mouth watered, licking her lips as she stared at him shamelessly. Setting her hands on his body she leaned in, kissing at his abs and trailing upwards, leaving more light red splotches of lipstick in her wake. The whole time Alfred was frozen solid, he didn't know what to do or how to react, though a part of him was intrigued to see what she would do next.
Reaching his neck she left a big spatter of red, her hands holding onto his shoulders and lifting herself up to be the same height. Leaning into his ear she paused, her warm breath on his ear as she got so close her lips were nearly touching him. "I want you to fuck me, Alfred," she whispered, just barely loud enough to hear, followed by her nipping at the top of his ear.
'. . .Huh?' He thought. Did he hear her right? There's no way she really said that, probably just his brain making him hear what he wanted to hear. She gave him no time to process what she had said, sitting back and rolling the long gloves off her arms, followed by grabbing the bottom of her dress and lifting it up in one swift movement, pulling it over her head and leaving her in nothing but a raven black bra and panties, her eyes remaining locked onto him the whole time.
"Natalya what are you doing?!" Alfred yelled, crawling away on his back in a panic, his face scorching. Natalya remained silent, a small curve to her lips as she removed a sheathe of throwing knives clipped to her underwear and sent it to the wayside, then started crawling toward him on her hands and knees.
Her hips and cleavage swayed seductively as she neared, pulling his attention in and making him stumble over himself. Hitting his head off the wall he couldn't back up anymore, instead trying to sink into the bed itself as she crawled past his legs, getting ever closer. "H-Hey, let's just... sl-slow down! This is still just our first date! We can..."
She ignored his pleas and grabbed his pants, yanking out his belt and pulling his pants down, followed by his socks, throwing them all behind her. Disregarding his protests and high-pitched screams she crawled the rest of the way, and after removing the top half of his clothes she placed her hands wide at the sides of his head and smiled down at him wickedly, her breasts hanging tauntingly close to his face.
He tried to stay calm, looking away and praying the mattress would swallow him up. "I mean, come on. I didn't even bring any condoms or anything. We can't do this."
"Oh don't worry about that. It's a safe day. I checked." Tilting her head she grinned proudly, brushing the hair from her face and leaning down to kiss at his cheek, her chest squishing against his bare one. His defenses were crumbling fast, his insides twisting. He wasn't at all prepared for this at all. He thought they were going to make out and then cuddle or something.
Though even if he was caught off guard, every part of his body was screaming for him to fulfill her request. His dreams of being with her were actually coming true. He felt so hot and bothered thinking about her. He wanted her badly. "I want you," she whispered between kisses, reaching the corner of his mouth and turning his head to her. Moving away for an instant she reached for his face, delicately slipping off his glasses and setting them on a nearby nightstand.
His eyes were so much brighter and expressive when uncovered, displaying to her his clashing, confused emotions. He's so adorable. So fun to tease. So ignorant to just how cute he is. Surely he's playing coy with her. Letting out a giggle she went back in and kissed him deeply, clouding his mind more.
He could only hold out for a few seconds before finally thinking 'screw it!' He couldn't have denied her no matter how hard she tried. Holding her by the waist he started kissing back, their tongues swirled around one another, a fight for dominance ensuing. They pushed against each other, trying to enter the other's mouth, sliding and slipping and biting. With no winner in their first bout the two parted to catch their breath, a thick string of spit connecting between their tongues.
The two stared each other down, their mouths open and huffing and wet with each other's saliva. Coiling her hands and arms around his head she pressed on, starting up their duel again. Taking the initiative she managed to slip past him, her tongue entering his mouth. Her chest filled with pride as she began to search every corner of his mouth, sliding over teeth and tongue and gums, still able to taste the mint on him.
Her whole body shuddered at the sensation of another's warm tongue and spit mixed with hers. It was so dirty. Yet so intimate, and arousing. She yearned for more. More kisses, more tongue, more entrance into his mouth, more more more!
With her hands all over his head she pulled him close, him doing the same as they tried to put as much pressure on their mouths as they could. It felt good being connected as one, latching onto each other and giving such deep affection. Alfred felt like he could sort of understand what she meant when she talked about becoming one.
They kissed for a while longer, trading dominance and playing with each other's hair until separating again as Natalya bit his lip, dragging it out sensually as they backed away from each other. He could see in her face that she was ready for him. She didn't just want him anymore, she needed him.
Holding her tight he turned over, setting her onto the bed and putting himself on top. Her hands caressed all over the front of his body, her pointed fingers tracing the creases where his muscles meet. Where once she thought he was fat and ugly now she found him irresistibly hot. His body is so youthful and pure and in such good shape, a girl like her doesn't stand a chance not falling in love.
Returning her hands to herself she eyed his boxers, wondering how that "muscle" matches up with the rest of his physique. With all the spiel about Florida in his diary it had to be pretty impressive. It made her very curious to see it for herself.
While she aroused herself, he loomed overtop of her, his eyes glued to her half naked body, undressing her with his eyes. His mind ran abuzz with thoughts of seeing her naked and doing things to her, but he couldn't get his body to move no matter how hard he tried. "Alfred?" She called out curiously after a minute. He blinked a few times before looking up at her, a mystified look in his eyes. "Uhh... sorry. I've never really done this before." His voice shook as he spoke, the excitement mixed with nervousness bubbling within him. She gave him a surprised look in return. "Really, but weren't you with Amelia for years?"
He shrugged and tilted his head in recollection. "We were always busy. She had her flying career so she was gone all the time, and I was with my government trying to fix the economy. I guess we just never got around to it. Not that it mattered to us too much."
She gave a nod in understanding. "That's alright. I haven't done anything like this either, with me having chased big brother for so long." Alfred stared at her with a blank expression for a few seconds, before it changed into one of disgust and he let out a childish "eewwww."
At first she didn't understand what was wrong, then as it hit her she gawked at him and glared. "Not that way you idiot! I meant that since I was busy chasing after big brother I had no time nor want to experiment." Now knowing what she meant he nodded, but then stopped, a thought suddenly coming to him. "Wait but didn't you wear his underwear on your head once? And took weird pictures of him, or that time you made a fan site and—" He was quickly shut up by a sharp glare from her, chilling him to his core.
"I'll just stop talking now," he declared, making her squint menacingly at him. "...Right, let's see how long that lasts." He didn't respond after that, leaving an uncomfortable air around them that was killing the mood. Alfred knew he was ruining this, he needed to bring it back somehow. He opened his mouth ready to apologize, only to feel himself falling as Natalya wrapped a leg around his back and flipped him onto the bed, switching positions as now she sat on him, a cold hand clamping around his throat and a fierce stare scaring him silent.
"No... speaking..." she commanded, squeezing her hand tight and choking him. With bared teeth he swallowed hard under the pressure, his Adam's apple bobbing under her fingers. He doesn't particularly like being choked out, so why was this such a turn on? Looking up and down at the woman sitting on him in nothing a black bra and panties, her face sharp and with those beautifully cold purple eyes, he can't help but start blushing again.
Staring down at him in contempt she gripped harder, a frown etched into her face. "I've heard enough babble out of you. We will continue now da?" Alfred opened his mouth wanting to respond, but nothing would come out, barely a hiss of air. She watched him struggling to speak, waiting until he would finally stop and relax to let go. While she waited she sat back a little bit, getting into a comfortable position expecting him to continue to struggle until he passed out, but at the feeling of something foreign touching her she bolted up in shock.
Trying to relax again she felt something firm pressing up under her butt, sending a tingle up her back. Not quite certain of what she was feeling, she shifted her butt back and forth a couple times, feeling how the thing slid along her butt crack and got... harder.
Her cold gaze and frown were completely slapped off her face. With a look of disbelief she looked down at Alfred again, who suddenly found it hard to look her in the eye. Her face broke out into a flushed mess and she ripped her hand from his throat, both her hands going down and resting on his chest, his body heaving underneath her as he filled his lungs with fresh oxygen.
After a moment to process she raised her hips up, looking between her legs to see a large mound in his boxers. Climbing off she sat on the bed in front of him, staring at the mysterious bulge with a fascinated look. Leaning down toward it slowly she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, watching intently as it twitched under the underwear.
Ignoring the nervous look on Alfred's face she very cautiously extended a hand, sticking out a finger and poking the bulge, feeling it move against her before she shrunk her hand back. Wanting to investigate further she then tried her whole hand, touching it and gliding her fingers down its length, noting the heat radiating through the cloth of the underwear. Alfred shot up slightly at that, though she didn't care. "Nat wai- "Quiet!" She snapped, glaring at him again. "Enough talking." Putting a hand forward she pushed on his chest and lied him back down.
"I have no problem taking things slow, but you're still hesitant, so until you are ready it's my turn. Now, shut up and let me do this," she spoke sternly, removing her hand and positioning herself to lie in front of him. Alfred ground his teeth together, fighting against speaking out loud. 'Like you aren't nervous,' he thought sourly.
If she was nervous she wasn't showing it, because before he knew it she wrapped her hands around his boxers and in one move brazenly yanked them down, her eyes widening as she saw his member flop out and stand up straight, overshadowing her face. Alfred nearly shrieked in embarrassment, not expecting her forwardness. He gets that she initiated this but does she have to be so impatient?
Natalya couldn't form words, gawking at the appendage so deeply she nearly went cross eyed. She'd never seen one so up close like this, it was so big and veiny and... alluring. A new rush of heat filled her body, her body fluttering at the feeling. 'This is what Alfred's dick looks like,' she thought cravingly, that familiar urge to pounce creeping up in her.
Reaching out she placed her fingers back on it, feeling how much hotter it was, the boiling blood just beneath the surface, his rapid heartbeat beating through the large veins. It was so hard and sturdy and yet felt so delicate at the same time. Wrapping her hand around the shaft she steadily traveled down its length once, making out its texture and the way the skin moved along with her hand, like it was made just for this.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw how Alfred's body tensed, and how his erection expanded in her hand. How much bigger can he get? She thought he was already fully erect. Well now she had to know what his max was, beginning to stroke him painfully slow, finding it like a sort of fun game observing how it moved and grew a little with each heartbeat.
Once it was feeling more like a steel rod she determined he was completely hard, stopping her pumping and holding it straight for her to inspect. Sticking out her tongue slightly she moved her head forward and lightly placed her tongue on the underside of it, then dragged up to the head before flicking off, staring directly at Alfred with lustful, penetrating eyes as he shivered.
She smiled to herself a little bit at his reaction as she continued, inching her body closer to the point her boobs squished between his thighs. Wrapping her other hand around his penis she started licking and kissing at it, her hands smoothly moving up and down the base, all while she kept eye contact, witnessing his face gradually melt with pleasure. He looks so pitifully innocent.
She knew he wouldn't last forever and so after a couple minutes she took the next step, placing her lips on the tip and looking up at him. Now he stared back with wide, expectant eyes, sitting up a little more to watch. All it takes is a little physical affection and she's got this boy completely wrapped around her finger.
Once tucking her hair behind her ear she opened her mouth and started taking the head into it, slowly sinking more and more of it in. But then suddenly a hand went up to her forehead, pushing her off a little bit. "Easy with the teeth there," Alfred requested, holding back a wince. "Sensitive organ, y'know?"
Natalya gave him a displeased look for speaking but followed along, relaxing her jaw and widening her mouth. No longer scraping against his skin she started pushing down more, Alfred removing the hand to let her go deeper. He watched her as she placed a hand on his thigh and the other up to hold the hair above her ear, beginning to bob her head up and down.
Saliva built up quickly, smothering him in the warm liquid while her tongue wrapped around him. She could get about halfway down before an uncomfortable spot in her throat would get poked, causing her to gag, so she stayed shallow and used one of her hands to work the rest.
The sloppy, squelching, slurping noises coming from her were so dirty, so unbecoming of a girl like her. Pair that with the vacuum tight seal on her lips, sucking and pulling at him while her tongue rolled and curved all around, her hands and mouth rapidly sliding up and down, he felt like he was in paradise.
As she sped up she felt a hand rest on the back of her head, pushing her down a tiny bit causing her to choke. Through teary eyes she scowled at him, her mascara dripping slightly with the water. He had an uneasy expression, like he was on edge for some reason. "Sorry," he said, though to her it didn't sound like he really meant it.
She started up again, though his hand remained, not pushing her but making sure she stayed steady. Only then did she realize the throbbing in her mouth, instantly becoming apparent that he was getting close. Placing both hands on either side of his penis she shoved it into her mouth as far as she could, sucking it as hard and as deep and as fast as possible, trying to draw his orgasm out of him.
The hand on the back of her head gripped into her hair, stinging her scalp, but she ignored it and slammed down on him again, hitting the back of her throat every so often. The thing started pulsing repeatedly. She knew he was about to blow, if his curled forward body was anything to go by.
Suddenly something burning hot shot down her throat, her head instinctively snapping back and almost letting him out of her mouth, though his hand wouldn't let him. Jacking him with her hands she felt more liquid spurting against her tongue and her mouth's walls, coating them with thick, sticky strings that pooled up and filled her mouth.
She looked up to him again, his previous expression replaced with a strange drunk one, his eye screwing shut and the other barely able to focus on her. "Jesus... Christ!" He eventually muttered, both hands now holdin her head. With a few last squirts she slowed down her hands, feeling him grow softer.
When she was certain he was done she finally pulled him out of her mouth, holding the semi-hard member in her hand while feeling how the strange liquid moved in her mouth, cringing at its peculiar salty taste. She immediately wanted to spit it out, but before she could she noticed Alfred's dopey, curious face ogling her own. Not able to speak she raised a brow, wondering what he wanted.
Having gotten her attention his face strung, and he bashfully rubbed his neck. "Um... could you... show me?" He asked, his eyes darting to her mouth. "You don't have to if you don't want." Through her eyes alone he could hear her screaming "pervert", but after a moment she reluctantly looked at him straight on and slowly opened her mouth, her tongue rolling out followed by a big white glob that slid down the muscle and dripped off its tip, falling down into her cupped hands below it. Within her mouth he could see a swirling pool of cum and spit, strings of them connecting from the roof of her mouth to the bottom and clinging to the back of her red and battered throat.
Together with her sharp eyes and furrowed brows he felt like his face was steaming. It looked like something out of one of Japan's hentai. If he hadn't just finished he would've already been hard again. He only came back to his senses once she leaned forward and spit out the rest into her hands, her lewd face now a disgusted grimace. "They make this look so much more appealing in porn."
Alfred blinked his wide eyes for a moment before letting out a boisterous laugh, dissipating some of the blood in his face. "Haha, yeah, I guess so." She stared at the puddle of filth in her hands, still able to taste it on her breath. "Could you get something to clean my hands with?" She asked. "Oh yeah, sure," he responded, getting up and making his way to the bathroom, hoisting his underwear back on in the process.
Following the sound of cabinet doors opening and slamming he came back with a towel in hand, handing it to her to wipe her hands and mouth down. Sitting back down on the bed he waited patiently as she thoroughly cleaned herself, grumbling about how filthy this was, before casting the towel to the side.
Seeing the way he was looking at her she put her hands on her hips. "Well, I hope at least now you are ready." With a big grin he bounced up in front of her, putting his hands under her armpits and lifting her up. "Hell yeah I am!" Crossing his legs he set her down in his lap once more, wrapping his arms around her back and looking up at her, smiling happily.
That familiar stern look of hers was back, only making him determined to completely melt it away. Eyeing her exposed neck he eagerly dove in, kissing it tenderly. It made him excited feeling her tremble in his hands. He's heard that a lot of girls have erogenous zones in their neck, maybe she does too.
As he kissed and nipped at her slender neck and underside of her jaw, he brought up a hand and cupped one of her covered breasts, Natalya reflexively flinching. She couldn't understand why her body reacts this way every time he touches her, even when she's expecting it. Is she truly so touch-starved that the simplest of kisses and touches to her body leaves her this weak?
She gripped hard onto his shoulders, trying to keep herself steady as he fondled her more aggressively, squeezing her through her bra while sucking on her neck. Eventually understanding her neck wasn't an erogenous zone he let go and stared down the pair of breasts directly in front of his face. If it wasn't high then he would just have to keep going lower until he found it.
Reaching his arms around her upper back he fumbled around for the hook of her bra, working on getting it open, though having not done so before had some difficulty. "You have to push both sides together," Natalya instructed, Alfred chewing at his lip trying to concentrate. "I know I know, I... ha! Got it." With pride he unhooked it and pulled the two sides apart, the small piece of clothing sliding down and her still surprisingly ample boobs falling out.
Alfred felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of him, his mouth agape as he was dumbstruck. His previous dream about these couldn't properly get down just how hot they looked. They were a little smaller than in his imagination, but they looked so plump and full. She was definitely high up there compared to the other female nations. Her hands went down in an attempt to cover them, only squishing them together, prompting him to stare harder. "Quit staring so much," she said, the embarrassment burning her inside.
Instead he gently grabbed at her wrists and pulled her arms apart, letting her breasts free again. He was so fixated on them he didn't even think to quip about her being the nervous one now. Letting go of one arm he slowly reached for a breast, his hand coming in contact followed by his fingers that curled and sank into the tender flesh. A pale pink nipple poking through the gaps in his fingers.
The feeling was also unlike his dream. They weren't soft like a cloud, they were tender but firm, squishing in his hand. It felt like a really warm, really sexy stress ball. He wanted to squeeze these things all the time.
Moving his hand lower he pushed it up, pressing at its sides as he leaned forward and placed her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking the hard little bud while his other hand grabbed her other boob, two of his fingers flicking and pinching at that one's nipple.
Natalya shook above him, her hands wrapped around his head as she chewed on her lip, each breast getting simultaneously tugged or squished making her mind overheat. They've never been this sensitive before.
After a hard suck Alfred released the nipple from his mouth, his hot breath brushing over the sensitive skin raising goosebumps all over it. Wrapping his arms tighter around her back he hugged her close, burying his face back into her chest. He dragged his tongue and lips all over her, savoring every inch.
Turning around he laid her flat on the bed, removing himself to watch how the movement made her boobs bounce. She was speechless at this point, not expecting him to be so crazy about her breasts. With a smirk he moved his hands up, playing with one in each hand. "I should've known you'd look like this, given your sister, but it's still such a shock." That statement got her back into focus, sinking her nails into the arm she was latching onto. "Let's not speak of sestra during this."
He just rolled his eyes and leaned down again. "Ok. Just sayin', makes sense." As he licked at her again she could only stare, wondering when he would move on to something else. Don't get her wrong, she likes that he likes her body so much, and it does feel good, but there's a good 60% of her body he hasn't even been explored yet. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway?" She finally asked, stopping him in the middle of sandwiching his face between her breasts.
He raised himself up to look at her, shrugging slightly. "I don't know, it's just... nice... to finally see them. And I guess because of all those big dresses you wear and you just generally being an athletic person, it's sort of surprising that they're so... big." During his explanation he couldn't help but look down at them lovingly.
"They're not that big!" She argued, wanting to cover up again. "You don't know what you're talking about, you're just a stupid boy thinking with your dick." He smirked again and moved down to kiss her bosom. "Speak for yourself. They're plenty big."
She hated the way her body reacted to how he touched or spoke about it. She could already feel the pooling heat collecting in her lower body. Every little touch to her breasts sent fire through her nerves, traveling down and adding to the increasing pool, which was turning literal as she knew for sure that her panties were becoming sodden.
With no end to his attack in sight she finally put a hand on top of his head and pushed, forcing him further down. "Lower," she asserted, trying to be as dominant as possible in her vulnerable state. To her luck he went along with it, her tone and forcing hand making it clear where he wanted him to go, which was alright with him. Despite all his searching along her chest he hadn't found her erogenous zone there either.
As Alfred trailed down ever closer to his final target all Natalya could do was lean her head back and let her eyes fall shut, basking in the sensations he imprinted on her each time he made contact with her skin. The slickness of his spit, the lingering heat from his lips and tongue, it made her body tingle in need.
Now as he reached her belly button she was growing antsy, her legs rubbing together and her hands wandering as they glided along her body, her fingers dancing on her tender skin and trailing up over her chest. One hand moved all the way up to her neck, rubbing the sweltering skin while the other continued to feel at herself, sliding around her midsection and even up in between her breasts. Her whole body was burning up.
She then felt his lips at the edge of her panties, where he finally stopped, pulling back and staring down at them, his hands snaking up her thighs until the tips of his fingers were just barely touching the top of her underwear. With a deep breath he tried to calm himself, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to see.
Hooking his fingers into the hem of her panties he proceeded to slowly pull them down, guiding them off her hips then up and off her legs, casting them carelessly to the floor. Looking back down his breath caught in his throat, and for a moment he thought he was going to faint he had gone so lightheaded, the blood in his brain apparently having better places to rush too.
She was now completely bare in front of him, stunning him with how she looked now that the covered parts of her body were exposed along with everything else. He was finally seeing what she looked like in her entirety, and she was gorgeous.
Not to mention now he could see her... vagina. He couldn't help but gawk at it, he never imagined it would look quite like this. It looked so delicate and pure and... right, if that makes any sense. It certainly doesn't for him but looking at it all he could think of was, yes, this is it. This is this thing he didn't even know he'd been missing all his life.
It looked soft and smooth, with just barely visible edges of pink inner folds inviting him in for a closer look. Right above it was a small tuft of near white pubic hair, in the shape of what looked like a teardrop, or maybe a small flame? It was sort of cute in a way, with how small and kempt it was. It seems fitting for the regal girl that likes dressing up in big flowy dresses and stockings and bows. That makes it all the more hot now that she's without all that clothes and letting him be the one to remove that last of it.
"Alfred," Natalya spoke up, snapping his attention away from between her legs, looking at her face which was thoroughly burnt up. "Do you... like it?" She questioned, her legs spreading open a little bit. His face started burning as well, his eyes flickering between her face and body. "I... um... uh, well I... uh. . . yeah. I like it... a lot." He swallowed thickly as he watched her lips curve up slightly, eyeing his every move.
Slowly he set his hands down on her stomach and slid them down, grazing them over the bundle of hair and taking a second to play with it and feel it's coarseness before moving lower, slipping his hands into her inner thighs. Then he lowered himself down, sliding his legs back so he could lie down, his half erection grating horribly against the mattress.
He tried to ignore it and focus on her, using his hands to spread her legs apart, letting out a warm huff of air from his nose that tickled her bare skin. Seeing her from this closer angle while she was spread out was intense.
With shaky fingers Alfred pressed his thumbs to her soft, pale outer folds, still in utter disbelief that this was actually happening. First her boobs, then this? It's crazy, if this were only a few months ago he'd be dead a hundred times over. It's so much so fast, his heart can barely take it.
With a thick swallow he pushed his thumbs down a little harder and moved them in opposite directions, spreading the folds apart to reveal the pink inner flesh of her vagina. His eyes flew open as wide as they possibly could, pupils dilating while staring down at it intensely with bated breaths. His twitching member slammed back in full force, pushing painfully against his boxers and the bed's surface.
The sight shut off what little left of his brain was functioning. All parts were now visible to him, all he could dream of and more. Soft interior lips, the entirety of her clit, swollen with arousal, and a spread wide hole right in the center, like a target inviting him to take a shot. He was probably the first guy to ever get this close, let alone have the opportunity to see and touch it. For some reason that fact filled him with excitement and pride.
Once more he was left staring dumbly, his body struggling not to jumble around from his excited tremors. He was unaware that Natalya was trembling worse now as well, visibly shaking at every exhale. "Alfred!" She called out again, wavering and desperate.
Ripping his eyes away from between her legs he noticed how her gaze was locked on the ceiling, her expression strained, patience and self-control wearing thin. She couldn't wait any longer.
"R-Right. . . Right. Alright," he forced out, barely able to form a sentence. Swallowing down his nerves he directed himself back to her vagina, feeling the last of his restraint leave him as desire took over. In a flash he drove his head forward and pressed his tongue to her slit, the sudden contact making Natalya's hips jump.
Wasting no time he began dragging his tongue all over, getting a thorough feel for the taste and texture of the sexual organ. Her skin felt as if it was scalding his mouth, while a warm, strange-tasting fluid started to slowly coat his tongue. He may be a virgin but he still knows enough to know that her being wet means she's enjoying this.
Letting out an aroused breath against her most sensitive spot he began to lick her with more vigor, one of his hands sneaking down with an uncontrollable urge to touch himself.
Natalya couldn't believe it, this felt thousands of times better than her fingers. Even if he wasn't skilled and was still probing at where best to lick, just the notion of having the man she's been obsessed with finally between her legs, acting out the daydream she's had so many times while masturbating to him, it was the best she's ever felt.
Through the waves of pleasure she managed to raise her head enough to look down at him, noticing his sudden enthusiasm in pleasuring her while his hand rapidly beat back and forth in his boxers. She was awestruck, he was jacking off to her?! And how as he already hard again?
More tension hit her deep in her guts, forcing her to close her legs a bit. Alfred wasn't bothered by the sudden movement and let her legs fall over his shoulders, getting him closer and deeper into her crotch.
As he began licking and sucking on her lips she flopped her head back once more, dragging her hands all over her body and squeezing at her breasts, dying for more pleasure.
Peeking up at her as she squirmed and groped at herself, Alfred immediately removed his hand from his pants and hooked it around one of her thighs, her eroticism catching him by surprise and nearly sending him over the edge. Wrapping his hand around the other thigh, he pushed forward and raised her legs up higher, while simultaneously dragging his tongue up, flicking it over her clit.
With a strong convulsion of her whole body he knew he hit the mark, targeting the little bump as he wrapped his lips around it and gave a hard suck, followed by swirling his tongue around it in quick circles.
She nearly gasped as a new, incomparable wave of pleasure shot through her whole body, gnawing on her pointer finger to keep her head straight as her back arched and she slid against his face. 'I'm seriously going to go crazy,' she thought in a strange mix of terror and pure joy. It was so intense yet a part of her wanted him to eat her out forever.
At some point in his torturous attack on her vagina, she had lost control of her legs, as they began spreading out and closing on their own, her hips rubbing up and down along his tongue.
Alfred was certainly enjoying how deeply she was getting into this, it was like he was seeing a whole new side of her. Even if she's near dead silent, it was clear from her body language and reciprocation to his efforts that she was really liking this. Maybe in the future he'll be able to figure out how to make her scream. That is something he'll do anything to hear. 'God she's so hot.'
Looking up at her again he caught her as she was looking back down at him, their eyes locking and interrupting the foreplay. Her face was more beet red than he's ever seen, her bangs clinging to her sweaty forehead while she breathed heavy through her big, kiss-swollen lips.
Raising his head up he rested it against the side of her thigh, giving her an innocent, love struck smile. Somehow it made her more nervous than the abrupt leap they took toward having sex. "What?" She wondered. He shrugged and smiled bigger. "Nothing, you just look really cute like this." With embarrassment she turned her head to the side to avoid his eyes. "D-Don't say things like that."
With a short laugh he turned his head toward her thigh. "Well if you want I can talk about how stupidly hot you are instead," he said affectionately, beginning to kiss her thigh and trail down to where her leg meets her privates. Natalya could only cover her eyes with her forearm and try to hold her quivering lip in a line. Being embarrassed and aroused at the same time is such a confusing feeling.
It just made her more cute in his opinion. 'She's probably not used to getting so many compliments, especially not like this,' he thought, looking back down at her vagina, the slickness running down its slit taunting him to lap it up. He huffed in disbelief at the utter beauty and grinned, positioning himself back in front of it. "You're so beautiful baby," he spoke hoarsely, proceeding to lick at her once again.
She squirmed more as he started up again, still hiding her face while she chewed her bottom lip. 'Any other day. Any other day and I kick his ass for toying with my emotions like this!' She tried to glare at him from under her arm but seeing him work so intimately on her quickly broke down her bad mood.
Despite the moment of reprieve the tension built back up quickly, the coiling, tightening, itching, burning emptiness inside her begging to be filled. Something that can only be satisfied by him and his flesh alone.
Losing herself in the pleasure she curled her fingers in his hair, arching her back and pushing off the bed with her legs as she roughly grated herself against his mouth. It felt way too good, she was already getting close to reaching her limit. With a strained breath she gripped harder and moved her hips vigorously, bending her head forward to stare down at Alfred with sharp, fiery eyes, her teeth grit and face deeply flushed and glistening with sweat.
He looked back with big innocent eyes, now at the mercy of her as she painfully pulled his hair and smushed his face into her. "I-Inside... put it... put it inside me," she ordered, her face angry and desperate. Seeing his eyes change to ones of confusion she harshly yanked his hair, pulling him even deeper. "Your tongue. Stick it... in me."
Not wanting to have more of his hair pulled out he quickly followed the command, sticking his tongue into her hole and wriggling it around. Feeling him scrape against her sensitive walls her face melted with ecstasy, crashing back onto the pillows as her legs shook.
He thrusted his tongue in and out and all around inside her. A hole in her hymen, which he correctly assumed was probably from her masturbating in the past, allowing him to get deep inside. Feeling the walls of her vagina squeeze tightly around his tongue, he figured that meant she was getting close, so he pushed in harder.
There must've been a sweet spot he hit because suddenly her hands let go then grabbed on again, one on the back of her head but the other... gripping around Nantucket. Out of shock his eyes flew open and he gasped against her, getting muffled out as she wrapped her legs behind his head and pulled as hard as she could, forcing the entire length of his tongue inside to the point it hurt his jaw.
With a death grip on his unruly hair his eyes glazed over and his eyelids drooped, becoming zapped of all his strength. He let out a long hum that vibrated her already overstimulated privates, his mind incoherent, now completely at her whim.
With hot, rapid breaths Natalya pressed on more as an intense orgasm washed over her, sending her body into a twitching, uncontrollable mess. Riding out the orgasm she closed her eyes and grated against Alfred a few times, holding him so tightly it was a miracle that he could breathe.
Finally she uncoiled herself from around him and lied back down against the bed, a few last twitches escaping as she wound down, the previous tension having entirely vanished. She'd never felt this amazing or relaxed in her life. With a delighted sigh she closed her eyes and placed her arm back over them, feeling like she could drift off into the best night of sleep ever.
Unfortunately for Alfred, he was now as horny as ever. His head lied limp on her thigh, staring vacantly ahead at her in her afterglow, her skin hot and pink and shining. Nantucket tingled and stung, his brain fried, his whole body burned and ached and itched and buzzed and oh my God he has to get off this bed and out of his boxers or his dick is about to snap in half.
With a large heave he forced himself on his hands, his limbs jelly and head complete mush, the only conceivable thought being on the naked woman lying splayed out in front of him.
Taking a minute to gather his strength he crawled forward, leaning over the resting girl. Feeling the bed shift she moved her arm up and opened her eyes to his face right above hers. She couldn't describe the look on his face. It somehow looked deathly calm, groggy, and frustrated at the same time. He was still considerably red-faced but looked nothing like the excitable teen he has been.
As she tried to ask what was up he cupped her chin and moved in for another kiss, only for her to put her hand forward and block his lips with her fingers. "What are you doing?" She asked, startled at his advance.
He backed away from her fingers and ogled at her lips, gulping harshly as he hungered for her. "Kissing you?" He stated, gripping at the sheets on either side of her while struggling to keep his wits about him, lust eating away at his mind.
"Not with that filthy mouth of yours. We're not kissing anymore until we brush our teeth, now come on." Ducking under his arm she climbed off the bed and began walking toward the door to the bathroom, looking back at him from the doorway. "Well?"
Alfred had his neck craned to watch her as she walked around and stood across the room from him, still completely naked and now instructing him to follow her. His fingers dug harder into the bed, threatening to stab holes into it. Quickly he hopped off the bed and followed her, barely able to keep his eyes above her waist.
He was the first to brush his teeth and clean his mouth with mouthwash, now watching from behind as Natalya did the same, his eyes trailing down to her butt. And he thought she looked great in jeans. Shameless in his staring he turned his head to the side to get a better view, something shiny catching his eye. Between her legs he could see a clear liquid clinging to the inside of her thighs and crotch. Whether it was just his spit or her own juices it set him off, knowing that he did that to her. Something no one else has done or ever will do.
Scanning over her body in its entirety it seemed as if Nantucket was wagging like a tail, just as excited as he was. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, he longed for her.
As she continued to brush her teeth suddenly two hands slammed down on the sink countertop from under her arms, a body pressing against her back trapping her in place. "Alfred?" She asked after taking the tooth brush out of her mouth, getting no response but instead the feeling of warm kisses all over her upper back and nape.
It did feel pretty good, but wanting to know what was going on, especially in regards to the feeling of something hard pressing on her butt, she spit out the mouthful of toothpaste and tried turning around to face him, only to be pushed up onto the countertop on her side as Alfred pinned her under him and assaulted her neck with more kisses.
"Alfred?! What are you- what's gotten into you?" She wondered with alarm, not expecting such forcefulness. Managing to get onto her back she pushed on his chest with a hand to put some distance between them, having to resort to a full on shove just to gain an inch.
He paused for her, but still stayed hunched over her, ready to take her at a moment's notice. At least he still had enough sense to stop when she requested it. Looking at his face again she saw he now appeared more agitated than anything else. "I'm glad you're eager to continue but at least give me a moment to prepare," she said, putting her hand back on his chest.
It was just then she remembered the hard feeling pressing against her, looking down between them to see the newly invigorated bulge desperately wanting to burst out of his boxers now pressing against her still sensitive organ. Her face darkened and she went still, watching and feeling it twitch against her, the hand on his chest automatically starting to claw and latch onto him.
"I told you not to tug on Nantucket," he said in a husky whisper, prickling her ear with that erotic voice of his. "What do you mean?" She asked, tearing her attention away from his bulge, noticing the weirdly waving hair on top of his head. "Wait. Is that... your erogenous zone?"
Immediately his face scrunched up in embarrassment and he was forced to look away. She was floored. After all this time and she finally knew what that hair was about. Wait, that would mean that every time she's tugged on or played with it, even while he slept, she's just been turning him on. She's probably been getting him hard and giving him wet dreams for months. Oh that's so naughty.
"O-Oh. I hadn't realized," she muttered, reaching up a hand to brush over the hair. He winced under her touch and turned his eyes toward her, starting to get really sick of being teased. The arousal was driving him mad. At any moment he was going to snap the porcelain countertop in half.
Her hand slid down to his cheek, to which he turned his head back to her. She could feel through her hand how hot his face has become. He was so overstimulated for his first time, a small part of her felt bad for doing that to him. Though she can't deny how hot it is that he's so aroused by her he can barely keep his hands to himself.
She didn't get the chance to use mouthwash, but both brushed their teeth so it should be fine. Besides, he used mouthwash, so she could just share with him, so to speak.
Still with a hand on his cheek she guided him to lean down to her, which he did without delay as he began kissing her once more. It hadn't been that long since they did it last but he already forgot how good it felt. Natalya must've felt the same, putting her other hand on his other cheek as they proceeded to fiercely make out.
Wanting her more than ever Alfred began to lift her off the counter, to which she wrapped her legs around his back, peppering his face with more kisses as he carried her back to the bed.
Setting her onto the bed Alfred raised himself up and proceeded to remove his last article of clothing, showing her how red and swollen his member has gotten. With it in his hand he inspected her body once more then gave her a small grunt. "I want you so badly baby."
She didn't know if it was what he said or how rough his voice sounded when he said it but it was unbelievably sexy to her. All she could do was stare between her legs at the throbbing appendage in his hand. It looked larger than last she saw it.
Angling it down he slid the tip along her slit, causing both to shudder from the pleasure. He raised his eyes to her, and once seeing how her face stayed focused on their lower halves, mesmerized by what he was doing, he continued, lining himself up at her entrance and pressing in a little bit until there was resistance.
Placing one hand on her waist and another on the pillow beside her head he leaned forward to hover above her, then met her gaze again. The tremors started up again, the both of them feeling the most excited and nervous they've ever been. "Are you ready?" He asked, wanting so badly to just enter her already.
"D-Da, do it," she responded with a small nod, trying and failing to calm herself down. Placing her hands on his shoulders she braced herself as he slowly started pushing in, feeling the protective layer of skin strain and fight against him before giving way as he slipped in.
Immediately she let out a high-pitched gasp and sank her sharp nails into his shoulders, gaining his attention and stopping him from moving further. The pleasure was unimaginable for him, feeling her warm, wet walls squeeze and flex all around him. But hearing her gasp and claw at him, curling her head forward into his chest he snapped out of it, staring at her in a panic.
"I-I'm sorry! Did it hurt you? Are you bleeding? I-I can pull out if you want," he said quickly, already attempting to get out of her. "Don't!" She shouted, gripping him harder to make him stop. "Just... give me a moment."
He did so, trying to be as still as humanly possible while ignoring the pain of stopping his pleasure as soon as it started, waiting in silence until she would do something. After a couple minutes she finally began relaxing again, detaching her nails from his skin. "Continue."
At her signal he started to slowly slide in deeper, pushing past his previous record and sinking into her wet warmth. There was so much pressure, it felt like her insides were giving him a bear hug.
Once he was past the halfway mark, he slowly slid back out, before starting over again, careful to stop or ease off when he'd feel her twitch or hear her hiss in pain. It didn't take long to get into a rhythm, going in just enough to test how she felt and get her used to the feeling.
After a bit the pain started to subside and with it hot waves of pleasure were replaced. The sensation of being expanded and filled finally beginning to hit that itch she couldn't scratch, uncoiling the knots in her stomach, but she needed more, it wasn't enough yet. "You can go deeper now," she stated, her voice bouncing up an octave along with his thrusts.
That was all he needed to hear. Now gripping her waist with both hands he pushed in further, only getting tighter the farther he went. Once he was very near to his base he pulled out halfway and started thrusting again from there, a little harder than before. He was a little sloppy and uneven in his thrusts, but Natalya didn't really care, having him inside her was more than enough. Finally being marked by the love of her life filled her with more joy than she could ever hope for.
The hotel room quickly filled with the strong smell of sweat and sounds of heavy breathing and passionate lovemaking, the young couple finally having sex after months of pining and frustrating buildup.
With increasing intensity Alfred began slamming into her, watching the hypnotic dance as her breasts bounced up and down, her face above them with their sharp features clashing hard against how soft and red her skin was. Her eyes were big and glossy and bore into his own with the most lust-filled gaze he's ever seen, while her mouth could barely keep closed as she let out hot breaths. She was so beautiful.
Leaning down he claimed her mouth again, starting up another round of intense making out as they rolled tongues and bit at each other's lips, coursing their fingers through each other's hair. Natalya aimed for Nantucket once more, hoping it would make the sex even more intense, but what she didn't expect was for his own hand to brush over the top of her head, where she had an erogenous zone of her own. Usually it would be protected by her bow, but now it was exposed to him and currently being pet and pulled at.
Feeling her crumble under him Alfred pulled away and paused his movement, seeing the dazed look in her eyes and feeling the weakened grip on his hair. Quirking a brow he pet her hair a little more, noticing how it made her tighten around him and her face scrunch up. "Is this... your erogenous zone?"
In response she balled her hand into a fist around Nantucket and yanked. Wincing at the mix of pain and pleasure and fighting against her to keep his head up he let out a laugh and smirked at her. "You're a dirty girl Arlovskaya."
Teasing her a little more he steadily began moving inside her again. With her body now so sensitive he was almost certain he made her squeak. Aiming his head lower he took a minute to lick at one of her nipples while squeezing and massaging the breast in one of his hands, loving the way it made her writhe and twitch. Unfortunately it seemed she was determined to wrench at his hair the whole time, just as he was starting to come down from the initial tugs too.
'Though,' he started, peering up at her, seeing all the little lip bites and creasing of her brows and drips of sweat on her face. 'Maybe her touching Nantucket isn't all that bad.'
Detaching himself from her he sat up fully and grinned down at her, taking her by the hips and raising them up. She whipped her head forward to see what he thought he was doing moving her around like that, but seeing him with a wide smile and repositioning himself, obviously preparing to ramp up his efforts, she relaxed her body and meekly turned her head to the side, patiently awaiting his next move.
It was then that Alfred sped up, slamming into her fast, hard, and as deep as he could go. Natalya's eyes rolled back into her head and shut while she buried half her face in the pillow, her fingers curling into the pillow case as she held onto the feeling of being pounded, over and over and over.
Meanwhile Alfred realized that he may have gone a little over his head for his first time, the tightness and heat and friction eating his poor little Florida alive. It was like he wasn't in control of his hips anymore, he just wanted to keep pumping into her with everything he had. Having such a hot, naked woman all sweaty and flustered and bouncing her big boobs under him was not helping his situation.
A small selfish part of him felt triumph in what he's achieved. Having Belarus, Russia's closest ally and confidant, his greatest supporter and the one that loves him the most, his little sister, fall in love and be taken to bed by his greatest nemesis. It was the ultimate win. Together with his knowledge of Russia's own relationship, Alfred could hold these two things over the Russian's head for all eternity. He quickly brushed the thought away. This wasn't about his dumb rivalry with Russia it was all about himself and Natalya and their newly blossoming relationship.
Still with his hands gripping her hips he felt as she raised up her waist, beginning to push back against him and grate herself along his length as she stared into his eyes from the corner of hers. It was so... outrageously... hot!
"How... are you so... hah... s-so hot?! Fuck!" Alfred asked, starting to feel the pressure inside him build up. Her vagina pulsated and gripped at him, pulling him even deeper into her. It just made him pound harder, on one hit slamming right into her cervix, making her bolt up and wrap herself around him.
"Alfre- Alfred~," she whispered into his ear, sounding so seductive and needy. He slid his hands all the way to her butt, squeezing her hard in his hands and starting to physically raise her up and down onto him, while she bucked her hips back and forth, hitting all the best, deepest angles.
Her vagina squeezed him harder and more rapidly, along with her heavy breathing in his ear and her naked body squishing against him. It was all too much and was bringing him to his limit, making him thrust faster than he ever thought he could.
"Nat, I'm...!" He tried to say, breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around his back and locked them together. "I... know... d-do... do it," she said, her voice jumbled and weak.
That soothing, pleading voice was all it took for him to begin ejaculating inside of her, his thrusts getting more sloppy and uneven in its pace, her insides squeezing so tight it was like it was trying to suck it out of him. All while the girl wrapped around him shuddered and ground hard against him, her head pressed tightly into the nook of his neck as she was overwhelmed from the hot liquid flooding her insides.
Taking the hands off her waist he wrapped one around her back and rested the other on the back of her head, hugging her close to him as she rubbed against him, riding out both their orgasms as long as they could.
After they were finished and had taken a minute to settle down they untangled from each other, Alfred nearly dropping her onto the bed he was so tired. Once she was down he held himself up above her, breathing raggedly with sweat dripping from his chin and hair onto her, not that she really cared, she could barely focus on anything while she too tried to catch her breath.
Slowly Alfred pulled out of her, both of their sexual organs sensitive and sore. Glancing down between her legs he saw the small dribble of white starting to leak out of her. Giving a tired huff of a prideful laugh he leaned to one side and flopped down onto the bed next to her, an exhausted sigh leaving his lips.
Natalya turned her head to face him, looking just as worn out as him. Once collecting himself he rolled onto his side facing her and rested on his hand. "You know, for usually having pretty good endurance I didn't think this would be so tiring," he said humorously, that big, dopey, childish smile finding it's way back on his face.
"Well, I guess you could say this is a kind of workout you don't have a lot of experience in yet," she responded slyly, inching a little toward him. At that Alfred chuckled and mirrored her expression. "Hopefully now I'll be able to get some practice in. Though, actually being together is still so surreal. Pretty awesome though."
She hummed and her lips curled up even more. "Da, it is "pretty awesome" as you say." Moving up she kissed him tenderly on the lips, which he was happy to return, their kisses now soft and loving as they hugged each other. Though he kept interrupting it as he laughed against her lips. Eventually she had to pull back and look at him, giving a confused laugh of her own. "What's up with you? What's so funny?"
"Ah sorry, it's just... if you keep kissing me and poking me with your boobs then this is gonna be a really long night," he grinned, getting a slap on his chest and a lighthearted scoff. "You see boobs for real once and turn into a perverted boy."
"Oh shut up, we're literally both naked right now. Besides, you're the one that dragged us here in the first place, on our first date no less." He then leaned in and kissed her once more, a smirk on his face. "And I know a part of you likes that I like them so much."
"As if!" She dismissed, her face reddening again. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Now get over here Ms. High and Mighty." And so they kissed a few times again, though now both of them were giggling like idiots while they did so.
"Hey, I did good for my first time, right?" Alfred had finally asked, a surprisingly nervous expression taking over his face. She moved away from his lips and rested her head on his outstretched arm. "You say it like I have any past experiences to compare it to," she said, to which he shrugged. "Da Alfred it was very good."
Hearing that he beamed at her with such a cute, happy smile. It's so wrong for him to look so pure and full of joy when talking about sex with her. 'He's such a child,' she thought, staring into his sparkling eyes, not noticing the smile touch her lips.
The two faced each other in silence, absolutely smitten for each other. "I still can't believe we're actually together, it's crazy," he laughed. She closed her eyes and nodded along with him before sitting up, opening her eyes to show the insanity swirling in her pupils. "And now that we have cemented our relationship, we will become one by getting married married married! And then you will give me adorable children I can take care of so we may be a wonderful family together forever! You will do that da?"
Alfred flinched at the mention of children, and had a passing thought about her possibly lying about being on a safe day, then gently put a hand on her shoulder to push her back onto the bed. "Pff, maybe some other time. Let's just relax for now." Once she was back down he moved his hand down and interlocked their fingers holding her hand between them while smiling at her, melting away her crazed demeanor.
Returning to being chest to chest she sank into his warmth as he wrapped his other arm around her neck and back area, holding her to him. Arching her head up she looked at his face, now so close to hers. She can't help but blush when he's this close and smiling at her like that. It makes her heart burn. Looking down at their locked hands she gave a tiny smile, her cheeks rosy.
They only got redder when she felt his lips press against her forehead and the grip on her hand tighten. After a couple moments Alfred let out a heavy yawn, which spread to her as she yawned as well, making him laugh. "I guess we're both pretty exhausted huh?" He let go of her for a second to grab at the blanket, which at this point had fallen off the bed. Draping it over the two of them he then reached over to the nightstand and turned off the lamp, shrouding the room in darkness as they buried themselves in the folds of the blanket.
Their weariness was now all the more apparent as they lied under the warm blanket, though that didn't stop them from having a few more bouts of kissing while they cuddled, which had it's own sort of appeal when it was pitch black.
Sometime later Natalya finally began to drift off to sleep against his chest, only for Alfred to laugh, again, waking her up again. "Sorry, sorry," he apologized at feeling her stir. "Your boobs are just super distracting."
She sighed and put her forehead to his chest. "Alfred I swear I'm gonna pull on Nantucket then let you sit here and suffer while I sleep."
"You hurt me Natalya, you really do," he said with an exaggerated whine, until feeling her trying to reach up to his head. He grabbed her by the wrist last second and pulled her hand back down. "Alright, chill out I'm going to sleep." With a pleased smile she nestled back into his chest. "Good."
Alfred readjusted the blanket and wrapped his other arm around her back, closing his eyes and trying to keep his mind off how nice those soft mounds felt squishing against his chest. Fortunately for him at some point his tiredness won out, putting him to sleep before his hormones could act up again.