World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 117: Blissful Night (2)*** [Edited]

Natasha’s hands were no longer still. Her fingers, tentative at first, found the hem of his shirt, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss.

James smiled against her lips, sensing her intent. He kept kissing her, slow and steady, letting her take the lead.

Her hands slid up, brushing against the warm skin of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.

James shifted slightly, helping her ease his shirt up and over his head. He tossed it carelessly to the side, never once breaking their kiss.

Natasha’s breath hitched when she felt him bare against her. James’ chest, broad and golden under the muted light, pressed warmly against her softer curves.

Without pausing, Natasha’s fingers found his belt, fumbling slightly.

James, still kissing her slowly, reached down to help, their touches brushing against each other, sparking heat in the small, private space between them.

Together, they undid the buckle, and Natasha pushed his trousers down his hips. James kicked them away without care, leaving him in nothing but his boxers — the evidence of his desire pressing firm against her thigh.

Natasha shivered, not from cold, but from the heavy, burning heat of what was now resting on her.

James kissed her again, slower this time — his hand slipping under her dress and grabbing hold of it. With careful fingers, he pulled it down her shoulders, inch by inch, until she was completely naked, save for one more fabric.

Natasha lay there in only her delicate, black lace panties, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.

James drew back just enough to look at her properly, his gaze drinking her in—every soft curve, every tiny tremble.

She was breathtaking.

Natasha’s hands slid down, curling at the waistband of his boxers. She hesitated only a moment — a sweet flicker of nerves — before pushing them down, freeing him completely.

James mirrored her — his thumbs hooking into her panties.

Their eyes met and no words needed.

Slowly, he slid the last piece of clothing down her hips, tossing it away, until they were bare for each other — nothing between them but heat and pounding hearts.

They stayed like that for a moment — lying skin-to-skin atop the bed, the coolness of the sheets beneath them a sharp contrast to the fire licking along their bodies.

James enjoyed the amazing smell of Natasha’s body, and it fuelled his desire.

Natasha’s hands traced the strong lines of his shoulders, down his chest, feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat.

James leaned in, kissing her again — a deep, tender kiss that spoke of patience and unspoken promises.

One hand slid down her body, gliding over the soft curve of her waist, tracing the arch of her hip.

Natasha gasped softly, arching into him, her fingers tightening against his bare back, needing him closer, needing more.

James’ hands moved with deliberate care, as hands found her waist first — her skin smooth and impossibly soft beneath his fingertips.

He slid his palms up her sides, feeling the delicate dip of her waist give way to the soft swell of her breasts.

When he cupped her breasts, a jolt went through him. They were so soft, so warm, filling his hands perfectly. He squeezed gently, feeling the subtle weight and the way the tender flesh yielded slightly under his touch.

His kisses never faltered, moving from her lips to the sensitive skin of her neck, where he lingered, sucking gently until a faint mark bloomed beneath his mouth — a hickey, a quiet claim that made her pulse race.

Natasha’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tilted her head to offer him more.

He cupped her breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened under his touch, causing him to smile proudly.

The sensation — the way her body responded to him so easily — sent a heavy pulse of desire straight through him.

Natasha shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips as James leaned down, unable to resist tasting her. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly at first, then firmer, savoring the way she gasped and arched into him.

Her skin was soft against his tongue, her taste faintly sweet.

"James," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her body arching instinctively toward him.

James smiled proudly, as he kissed lower, down her trembling stomach, his hands roaming with slow worship. Every inch of her body felt fragile yet real beneath his fingers, delicate and precious.

James slid his hand down over the gentle curve of her hip, feeling how silky and pliant her skin was. He traced the line of her thigh, marveling at how smooth and warm she felt beneath his touch.

His other hand traced lower, squeezing the curve of her butt with a tenderness that made her body weaker than it already is.

Her butt was firm yet plush in his palm, and he squeezed gently, drawing a quiet whimper from her

James kneaded the soft flesh, pulling her closer, and she melted against him, her hands clutching at his shirt as if it were her only anchor. Natasha’s body was so soft that it felt like he was holding marshmallow in his hands.

His hand slid lower, teasing along her inner thigh, where the skin was even softer, more sensitive. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, every nerve alive and reaching for him.

He brushed his fingers over her pubic area, feeling the heat radiating from her, and the contact made Natasha jerk with a sharp gasp.

James smiled against her skin, savoring the effect he had on her. He traced her slowly, around her pubic area, not going lower, teasing her until she was trembling and panting beneath him

His fingers continued their slow exploration, gliding down her thigh, teasingly light, until they brushed the outer pussy lips.

Natasha jerked at the contact, a sharp gasp spilling from her as her hips twitched involuntarily. The sensation was electric, a pulse of heat that made her head spin.

James smiled into their kiss, his lips never leaving hers, and his fingers lingered there, tracing the delicate skin with agonizing patience, while still rubbing her nipples simultaneously.

He parted her inner fold slowly, his touch featherlight, and Natasha moaned uncontrollably into his mouth, the sound muffled but raw. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint trails as pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Natasha was slick, hot, and unbelievably soft down there. His fingers glided over her easily, feeling the way her body welcomed him, needy and desperate.

And James couldn’t hold back a low groan of his own, the heat of her arousal burning against his hand. He was so hard from Natasha’s moans that he felt like he was about to explode.

"God, Natasha," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with awe.

He continued downward, parting her folds gently, feeling the silky wetness cling to his fingers, and he thought he might lose control right then.

Natasha whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as he slowly slid one finger inside her.

His fingers continued their dance, one tracing the slick length of her pussy, while the others rubbed and teased her outer and inner lips, coaxing more moans from her.

Natasha’s body trembled, her hips jerking with every stroke, her lips parting as she bit down hard to stifle the sounds threatening to spill free.

Her nails dug deeper into his back, desperate for something to ground her as the pleasure built, relentless and consuming.

When James finger brushed lower, he found the sensitive opening of her pussy, he grazed it, teasing it with featherlight strokes, causing Natasha’s world to shatter.

A flood of warmth surged through her, her body convulsing as she squirted, her orgasm hitting with such force that she cried out, her arms wrapping tightly around James, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline. Her legs trembled, her breath ragged, but James didn’t pull away.

He smiled, his eyes dark with love and desire, and his finger traced gently inward, slipping inside her with slow, deliberate care. She was so tight, wet, and so warm it was almost unbearable, and he was having trouble putting in more than one finger.

Natasha gasped, moaning loudly as James’ finger slid into, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

James began to move, his finger stroking her with a rhythm that drove her wild. He moved slowly, savoring the way she squeezed around him, the way her body pulsed with need.

He watched her face, saw her lips part and her eyes flutter closed, and he knew he was giving her pleasure she couldn’t contain. Her body responded instantly, hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure that built again so quickly it stole her breath.

After just a few strokes, another orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering as she gasped his name, her voice breaking.

James felt the rush of her orgasm coat his fingers, and it nearly broke him. She clung to him desperately, her body shuddering in his arms.

James kissed her temple tenderly, whispering her name like a prayer.

"James, please," she begged, her voice raw, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of overwhelming need.

"Stop tormenting me. I need you—please, put it in."

James smiled, a soft, teasing shake of his head, and Natasha’s desperation grew, her breath hitching as she pleaded again, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Please, James, I can’t— I need you now."

His smile softened, and he nodded, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

Natasha’s trembling hands reached for him, her fingers wrapping lightly around his erection, guiding it to her entrance with a reverence that matched his own.

"Please," she whispered, her voice thick with longing, tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes.

James leaned down, kissing her softly, and with a slow, careful thrust, he eased himself inside her.

James froze the moment he felt her tense beneath him. Natasha gasped sharply, her nails digging into his back as a small, whimpering sound escaped her lips.

He immediately stilled, cradling her face gently.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with concern.

Natasha’s eyes were tightly shut, tears clinging to her lashes. She nodded, biting her lower lip, her voice trembling.

"It... it hurts a little," she admitted in a tiny voice.

James kissed her forehead softly, brushing her hair back.

"I’ll go slow," he promised, his heart aching at how fragile she looked.

He held himself still, letting her adjust, letting her breathing steady.

After a few seconds, Natasha loosened her grip slightly, looking up at him with watery but determined eyes.

"Don’t stop," she whispered. "I want this. I want you."

James smiled softly — a deep, overwhelmed smile — and kissed her again, this time slower, gentler.

He began to move carefully, watching her reactions with every inch he sank inside her, feeling the tight, hot walls clench around him.

Natasha’s moan was loud and unrestrained, her body arching as she gasped, her arms tightening around him in a fierce embrace.

The sensation of him filling her was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection that made her feel whole.