She felt his body go tense, then felt the gentle tug at her hair and she would have smiled had her lips not been occupied. Some nights she took the warning and retracted, choosing to finish off with her hand instead, while other nights - like tonight - she kept her lips firmly around him and drank him in, though either way she always appreciated the gesture, the proof that even this far gone he still thought about her, still wanted to give her the choice. Choices were something she hadn’t had a lot of in her life, and she was sure he had no idea just how much it meant to her that he cared for her and respected her that much.

It didn’t take long to tip him over the edge, a fact that Natasha didn’t mind at all right now. The night was young and there was plenty of time to draw it out later.

She continued to stroke him until he’d spilled the last of his seed, then slowly drew her lips back along him. She swallowed, the taste of him lingering on her tongue as she ran it over the very tip of his cock again, finishing just as she’d started before grinning up at him again. “Should be much easier to relax now,” she teased.