[ A little amused about it. Natasha hums. Pressure along her spine, warm and heavy, and she enjoys the pass for another second before her hand does slip underneath. The angle isn't the best so it doesn't last that long. It's sort of lazy, slow strokes and the unhurried, firm ring of her fist. She watches him the entire time.
Natasha stops before it can really get anywhere. It's for necessity rather than cruelty -- she kisses him preemptively, lifting her hips up to take off her jeans. Underwear too. Parts to kick them off onto her kitchen floor somewhere, who cares where.
Draws him back in with her knees, for the second time, to settle between her legs. ]
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[ A little amused about it. Natasha hums. Pressure along her spine, warm and heavy, and she enjoys the pass for another second before her hand does slip underneath. The angle isn't the best so it doesn't last that long. It's sort of lazy, slow strokes and the unhurried, firm ring of her fist. She watches him the entire time.
Natasha stops before it can really get anywhere. It's for necessity rather than cruelty -- she kisses him preemptively, lifting her hips up to take off her jeans. Underwear too. Parts to kick them off onto her kitchen floor somewhere, who cares where.
Draws him back in with her knees, for the second time, to settle between her legs. ]