Natasha smiled against him when she felt his skin go hot under her touch. She didn’t attribute it to any one thing she was doing, not until he actually broached the subject. It wasn’t a surprise, not exactly, but she liked to hear him say it, liked to hear him tell her what he wanted, what he liked. The ideas always sounded better when voiced in his gruff timbre.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” she said, nipping him just a little harder the next time. They were certainly no strangers to some rough play, though in the past it had often been the entire act that had been hard and fast and sometimes almost violent. Of course there would still be a time and place for that, but Natasha was really enjoying taking their time, discovering all the things that made the other moan and writhe.

It didn’t take much encouragement before he had her trapped against him again, his fingers digging into her flesh, the bulge in his pants pressing hard against her. His determination paid off and she moaned, low and long, but what he might not have expected was for it to turn into a laugh at the end.