[ Eye contact. She likes that, too. Touch makes Natasha shift her stance so she can widen, tip the core of her hips into his hand. She makes a soft, low noise-- like an exhale, pressed into the narrow distance between his jaw and her mouth.
It feels good, and not frustrating, which is a change. A nice change.
She lets him work her over until satisfaction seems like a better feeling than urgency. Her hand's pressed at the back of his neck, pulling him close, closer, encouraging him to stay-- her other hand's curled at his elbow, grip tight. It skims down, loosely. Reaches his hand, where she fits her fingers into the dips of his knuckles and stills his touch.
It doesn't take much. She tips her hips, again, to chase out pressure against the heel of his hand in the way that she wants. Orgasm comes quietly; a jump to her lashes, pupils blown, lips parted around a noise that's too staggered to really sound like his name. ]
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It feels good, and not frustrating, which is a change. A nice change.
She lets him work her over until satisfaction seems like a better feeling than urgency. Her hand's pressed at the back of his neck, pulling him close, closer, encouraging him to stay-- her other hand's curled at his elbow, grip tight. It skims down, loosely. Reaches his hand, where she fits her fingers into the dips of his knuckles and stills his touch.
It doesn't take much. She tips her hips, again, to chase out pressure against the heel of his hand in the way that she wants. Orgasm comes quietly; a jump to her lashes, pupils blown, lips parted around a noise that's too staggered to really sound like his name. ]