Slipping her arms around his shoulders again when he trailed his lips down her neck, Natasha let out a content sigh at just holding him close, feeling his skin pressed against hers. It was pure comfort, pure happiness, and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

The little emotional interlude had given her time to come down a little, but it didn’t take much to pique her interest again. Feeling him twitch inside of her, hearing that moan and needy murmur; it would have been enough, but that little bite definitely pushed her just that little extra bit, causing her to make a pleasured noise of her own.

Pressing her lips to his shoulder, she started moving her hips again in slow, short strokes, her eyes slipping closed at the sensation once again.