Now she was being a tease as she had already practiced it all evening, and he loved every second of it. His hips thrust upwards into nothing, against the soft pressure of her hand much too far from where he wanted to feel it. A breathless moan escaped his lips, sounding more like a whine when she repeated his statement, so simple, so true.

He belonged to her in every sense of the word, his body, his heart, all of it. He could allow himself that dangerous notion because he knew, she would never abuse it. There was no one on this planet he could trust like Natasha, no one in his life he felt so strongly for. He didn't need to be ashamed of writhing in need under her hand or of the sighs of pleasure from his lips when her mouth went for one of his most sensitive areas.

And that was exactly why Natasha was the only person he could surrender to in bed and fucking loved it. That sexy purr of hers left no doubt that she enjoyed it just as much to have him in her hand like that. IT made his breath hitch in his throat, his muscles contracting and releasing under her hand in a strained attempt to lie still instead of pulling her into his arms.

His cock gave a protesting twitch at where it rested heavily against his stomach, small beads of white sticking to his skin. His hand that was loosely tangled in Natasha's hair, trembled slightly from the effort not to move.

"Love it when you do that", he murmured hoarsely, between too fast, too heavy breaths.