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Insatiable love
One thing that always struck Natasha Romanoff about Clarke Griffin, the love of her life, was just how insatiable the younger woman was.
Natasha Romanoff, age thirty-seven now, who had a lover, Clarke Griffin, age twenty-two by now, had come to realize that her mate was insatiable, but not in the way that she had experienced in other partners before.
Though she was homosexual, Natasha had often had to sleep with male targets for work. Unpleasant as it was, she had gone with it, to get the mission completed.
And often? Male partners went on and on about how they would really "give it" to their partners, only to…greatly underperform. Very much not to Natasha's surprise.
Even a good portion of the women that Natasha had been with, hadn't been nearly as insatiable as Clarke was.
Natasha had at one time thought that it was because of whatever Clarke's species was. She didn't believe that to be the case any longer. Clarke's insatiable appetite for Natasha probably stemmed just from the fact that she was fucking in love with Natasha, totally and utterly.
Every single time that Clarke and Natasha had slept together, Clarke had been hungry-always sexually hungry, that was, she loved Natasha so much, so fucking much. And she could never get enough of Natasha, or get enough of what Natasha offered her sexually.
If it was a night where Natasha was in control, and that was almost always the case, as Natasha was always the dominant, Clarke never got enough of what Natasha did to her.
And on other occasions where Natasha allowed Clarke in control, despite Clarke being physically the stronger, but always allowing Natasha to control her, as the super strong and powerful godlike being loved being dominated, when she was the one in control and making love to Natasha, she'd show her insatiable appetite in…other ways.
As Natasha was experiencing at this very moment.
Clarke was on top of her, straddling her waist, and Natasha's arms were tied above her head to the headboard of the bed.
Both of them were naked, but Natasha was far more vulnerable right now than Clarke, even if Clarke was helpless but to do whatever Natasha desired.
Natasha had the super soldier serum in her blood, so she could rip the velvet restraints off if she wanted. But she wouldn't. Clarke would never make the restraints too strong for Natasha. She would always make them flimsy enough for the redhead to be able to break out if she wanted to.
Not that it would make much of a difference physically. But Natasha knew that Clarke would stop as soon as Natasha told her she wanted to stop.
Clarke reminded Natasha that the redhead could use the safe word if she wanted or needed to.
Clarke's safe word was "Charger," and that was the name of a character from a cartoon she watched as a kid, and Natasha's safe word was "Ohio," which was the place that Natasha and her sister had lived in for years, before they had been tranquilized by the Red Room people and sent off to be trained and brainwashed.
Clarke looked down at the older woman, smiling predatorily.
"So, baby," Clarke cooed to her beloved, "Are you ready?"
Natasha leaned her head back, showing off her throat to Clarke as she spoke in a seductive voice that she knew Clarke found irresistible, "Why don't you come here, and find out, love?"
Clarke growled hungrily, her eyes becoming dark, as she moved in, lowering herself, mouth going to Natasha's throat and beginning to lick and suck all along it as Natasha mewled out.
Clarke was also, as to be expected, completely addicted to the sounds Natasha made when they were making love.
And Clarke was going to make sure Natasha gave her more of those wonderful sounds.