She felt him pulsing inside of her, spilling his seed, and she just moaned and dug her nails in harder. He kept thrusting, drawing it out, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop coming, but eventually he collapsed against her, though still mindful not to lay his entire weight upon her, though she would have gladly accepted it. This was exactly what she had wanted, to feel him heavy on top of her, to be able to look up at his beautiful face.

Sliding her hands around his back to hold him, her fingers running lightly over his sweat soaked skin, she kept that leg around him, holding him right where he was, keeping him inside of her, wanting to hold him there a little longer. Even if he could move she wasn’t so inclined to let him just yet.

Natasha practically giggled at his words, blissful and euphoric. Brushing his hair back she kissed the top of his head, his forehead; anywhere she could reach.

“Exactly,” she said, since that was precisely what they had just done. “So much for keeping the sheets clean.” Giving his hair the gentlest tug to urge him to look at her, she grinned at him.