It was more her voice that undid him than anything else, though the perfect hot pressure of her breasts and her clever tongue certainly didn't hurt. But she was still talking to him in that seductive, firm tone, even sexier than her usual husky voice, taking the lead and telling him just the right thing when he needed to hear it. There really wasn't any resisting to that.

Relaxing wasn't exactly easy with her working his most sensitive parts so perfectly, but at least he gave up trying to hold on to a control he didn't need right now. His hips sank deeper in the mattress as he let her take control completely, enjoying her every move instead of trying to go with it to make it easier for her. His free hand grabbed the headboard tightly when he felt himself fall into thoughtlessness, every sensation concentrating on his mid-section and the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He had to bury his face in the crook of his elbow to stifle his moans when a new wave of heat rushed to his loins and he could feel his balls tighten up to his body. This time he didn't try to fight it. Natasha let him know pretty clearly what she wanted, and it wasn't like he had to top any performance records. Also, she had her wicked tongue right on that perfect spot on the underside of his cock, and that was where every fight became useless anyway. Especially after already staving things off for a while before.

He just hoped that it was something coherent like a warning he could babble out through his moans, before they turned into a shout that not even his arm against his mouth could dampen as his orgasm washed over him.