Edmund lay on his bed, the sheets tangled around his legs as he stared up at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the small lamp on his nightstand. He had been lying there for what felt like hours, trying to quiet his mind and fall asleep. But every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts would drift to Natasha.
The door to his room creaked open, and Natasha stepped inside. She was dressed in a tight black shirt and form-fitting pants, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. Edmund's heart skipped a beat as she closed the door behind her, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Can't sleep, kid?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Edmund sat up, his cheeks flushing as he tried to compose himself. "I'm not a kid," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Natasha chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sure, sure. You're as mature as they come."
She walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Edmund could feel his heart racing as she looked at him, her gaze sharp and assessing. He knew she could see right through him, could tell that he was nervous and on edge.
"What's going on, Ed?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Edmund shifted away from her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Nothing," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're a terrible liar."
Edmund's heart skipped a beat as she looked him in the eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering. He felt like she could see right through him, could tell that he was hiding something.
"Are you a virgin, Edmund?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Edmund's cheeks flushed as he stammered, "What?"
Natasha softly laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Have you ever been with a woman?"
Edmund's blush deepened as he admitted, "Uh, no."
Natasha sighed, shaking her head slightly. "I see. Always have to do everything myself."
Edmund sank into the pillow, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He didn't know what to do, how to act. He had never been in this situation before, had never been with a woman like Natasha.
Natasha must have sensed his nervousness, because she grinned and said, "Relax, kid. You'll like it."
She pulled off the blanket, straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were soft and gentle, her tongue sliding against his as she gently bit his lower lip. Edmund tensed at first, unsure of what to do. But as Natasha's hands roamed over his body, he began to relax, his heart pounding in his chest.
Natasha noticed something hard against her thigh, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she smirked. "Looks like you're ready."
She undid his pants, pulling down his boxers as she wrapped her hand around his erection. Edmund gasped as she gently stroked him, his hips bucking as she increased her pace. He was on the edge of climax, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
But just as he was about to come, Natasha abruptly stopped. Edmund gasped, his hips still bucking as he looked at her in confusion.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Patience, kid. Good things come to those who wait."
She removed her clothes, her body lean and toned as she guided Edmund inside her. He gasped as she pressed her hands against his chest, her body moving in time with his.
Natasha whispered in his ear, "Welcome to the big leagues, kid."
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