Natasha chuckled at his words, giving him a last quick kiss before he rolled his head to the side, exposing his neck to her again. She winced when she saw the marks she had left; she hadn’t meant to make them so large and dark, but there was no taking them back now. She would just have to do a good job with the make-up tomorrow to hide them, or insist that he too wear a scarf.

She was quickly distracted from her thoughts when he bucked into her touch, needing the same attention he had just offered her. “How do you need me?” she asked, her voice as soft and smooth as velvet. Lowering his zipper, she slid her hand beneath his underwear to touch him gently, running her hand along his length before pushing the underwear down enough to let him free. “Tell me what you need.” Hovering over him, her knees on the floor on either side of him and one hand still propped on his chest, she dipped her head to softly kiss one of the dark marks on his neck.