Edmund lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was racing, and he couldn't seem to quiet it down enough to drift off to sleep. Just as he was starting to resign himself to a long, restless night, he heard the soft creak of his door opening.
He sat up quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. Natasha stood in the doorway, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Can't sleep, kid?" she asked, her voice low and taunting.
Edmund grumbled, "I'm not a kid."
Natasha chuckled, "Sure, sure." She moved further into the room, closing the door softly behind her. Edmund's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. She was dressed in tight black pants and a revealing top that showed off her toned abs. He felt his face flush as he realized he was staring.
Natasha sat down on the edge of his bed, her body language relaxed and confident. "You've been nervous lately. Everything okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.
Edmund shifted away from her, not wanting her to see the effect she was having on him. "Yeah," he said, his voice tight.
Natasha's eyes twinkled as she leaned back on her hands. "You virgin?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edmund froze, his mind racing. "What?" he stammered.
Natasha quietly laughed. "Ever been with a woman?"
Edmund blushed, feeling like he was caught in a trap. "Uh, no..." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha sighed. "As I suspected." She stood up, pulling off the blanket that covered Edmund. "Relax, kid, you'll like it."
Before Edmund could protest, Natasha straddled his hips, pinning him to the bed. She leaned down, kissing him deeply. He tensed up, unsure of what to do. Natasha gently bit his lower lip, causing him to gasp in surprise.
She undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. Edmund felt exposed and vulnerable, but Natasha's touch was gentle and reassuring. She wrapped her hand around his erection, slowly stroking it.
Edmund gasped as she increased her pace. Natasha chuckled. "You're so easy."
Edmund moaned as Natasha's hand moved faster. He felt like he was losing control, but Natasha's grip was firm and steady. Suddenly, she stopped. Edmund whimpered, not wanting her to stop.
Natasha removed her clothes, her body lean and toned. She guided Edmund inside her, and he felt a rush of warmth and pleasure. Natasha leaned back, her hands on his chest.
Edmund's eyes widened as he felt her moving against him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Natasha smiled. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid."
She started to move, her body rocking against his. Edmund groaned, losing himself in the sensation. He felt like he was on the edge of something, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to pull back or jump right in.
Natasha's hand moved to his chest, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. Edmund felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this, but it felt too good to stop.
With a final thrust, Edmund felt himself falling over the edge. Natasha smiled, her body still moving against his. "That's it, kid. Let go."
Edmund lay there, panting and spent. Natasha leaned down, kissing him softly. "Sleep well, kid," she said, getting up from the bed.
Edmund watched as she left the room, feeling like his world had just been turned upside down. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure - he would never forget it.
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