[ The noise she makes is similar-- a quiet, satisfied sigh. It takes a minute to adjust. Her hand reaches to cup the side of his face, thumb sweeping under his eye. Soft pink across her cheeks and mouth flushed and the same spark of mirth is there, a gentle undercurrent beneath the livewire feeling of arousal and sex and this. Whatever this is now.
They move together. Natasha's quiet, mostly, save for those hitches in breathing. Slow and unhurried until her hand presses between them to touch herself.
Wound tight, until she lets go again. The muscles in her thigh jump, and she comes again with her eyes closed, forehead pressed against his. ]
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They move together. Natasha's quiet, mostly, save for those hitches in breathing. Slow and unhurried until her hand presses between them to touch herself.
Wound tight, until she lets go again. The muscles in her thigh jump, and she comes again with her eyes closed, forehead pressed against his. ]