Try as he might he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, which is of course exactly what Natasha was going for. She could see how much she was getting to him already, how he needed that extra bit of support to hold on to, and she grinned wickedly in return.

That whisper of a voice, how his muscles tensed with strain, made her own stomach tighten. The power she had over him was sometimes near intoxicating.

Pursing her lips at his request as if seriously considering it, she continued to fondle her breasts a few moments longer before reaching for the bottle of bodywash. “It is hard to refuse such a captive audience,” she said, pouring a generous amount into her hands and rubbing them together before working the lather over her body, starting by running it slowly up her arm. “It feels good to get that sunscreen off.” Her hand ghosted along her upper chest before she repeated the same motioned with her other arm.