[ Automatic response, and it's true. He does feel good, because this is nice, everything from Natasha's big eyes focused on him and the delicate touch of her hand at his neck, to the evidence of her release still damp on his fingers and palm, and the enclosing space of her legs around him. This feels a little like going fast, but lazy and languid at the same time.
And then he realises what he just said, and amends-- ]
But, um. Could be better.
[ For sure. He lays an arm along her thigh, slipping a hand up beneath her shirt just for intimacy's sake, tracing his fingertip along the dips of her spine. From here, there's not a lot of adjustment he can do to convey desire, save to press in close. ]
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[ Automatic response, and it's true. He does feel good, because this is nice, everything from Natasha's big eyes focused on him and the delicate touch of her hand at his neck, to the evidence of her release still damp on his fingers and palm, and the enclosing space of her legs around him. This feels a little like going fast, but lazy and languid at the same time.
And then he realises what he just said, and amends-- ]
But, um. Could be better.
[ For sure. He lays an arm along her thigh, slipping a hand up beneath her shirt just for intimacy's sake, tracing his fingertip along the dips of her spine. From here, there's not a lot of adjustment he can do to convey desire, save to press in close. ]