Natasha guided William into a opulent hotel, the gleaming chandeliers casting warm light over the polished marble floors. As they stepped into the suite, Natasha slowly undid her dress, her gaze fixed on William.
"Tonight," she murmured, "you're all mine."
She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a intense, passionate kiss.
Their breaths mingled, ragged and desperate, as William pulled back slightly to ask, "Are you sure you want someone like me?"
Natasha's reply was swift and certain. "You are the only one I want."
She began to undress him, his superhero uniform falling to the floor piece by piece. William, initially hesitant, started to explore Natasha's body with his hands, tracing curves that made her gasp in delight.
They reveled in each other's touch, Natasha guiding William to lie back on the luxurious bed. She stood before him, wearing a black bra that highlighted her perfect, firm breasts, and a black panty that hinted at her intimacy. With a slow, tantalizing movement, she removed her bra, her hardened nipples revealing her arousal. Then, she slid off her panty, exposing her beautiful, enticing vagina.
Straddling him, she asked, "Do you like what you see?"
William's response was a hungry, eager nod, his eyes filled with desire. "I want to devour you," he growled.
Natasha leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. William's hands explored her body, caressing her smooth, round buttocks, and teasing her hard nipples.
Natasha, feeling his hardness beneath her, began to grind her hips, her wetness rubbing against his erection.
"You're so hard," she whispered.
"It's all for you," William replied, his voice thick with lust.
Natasha moaned, her hips moving faster as she guided his penis into her wet vagina. She gasped as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
"You're so big," she panted, her hips moving in a rhythm that drove them both wild.
William, unable to hold back, flipped her onto her back, his body taking control.
His hips moved swiftly, driving Natasha to the brink of climax.
"I'm coming," she cried out, her body convulsing in ecstasy.
William, feeling her tighten around him, increased his pace, his body desperate for release.
Natasha, still sensitive from her orgasm, gasped as he continued to thrust, his hands and lips exploring her body.
"Wait, William," she breathed, "I'm still sensitive..."
But William, lost in his desire, continued his relentless pace, his body craving its own release. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he came, his body shuddering as he spilled into her.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. William looked into Natasha's eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Ready for another round?" he asked, his body already responding to the thought.
The night is still young.
The Next Morning…
Sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Natasha woke first, leaning against the headboard, gazing at William's peaceful sleeping face.
She smiled faintly. "Maybe… I've started to find a reason to keep going, besides the mission."