She could touch herself all she wanted and pretend it was him, but nothing compared to his kiss, and that was something she couldn’t even pretend to recreate. Sliding her arms loosely around his neck when he settled her on his lap, Natasha enjoyed the soft, gentle nature of the kisses. She could still taste the lingering flavour of her own juices on his tongue and she smiled against his lips, though only truly stopping when they needed air.

His question wasn’t pleading nor demanding, it simply was, and she knew that if she said no that he wouldn’t push the subject; more than that, he would be perfectly fine with it. “Yes,” she said, kissing him again before leaning back a little so he could have full view and full access. “Anywhere you want.”