Natasha smiled a little when he leaned into her touch, something so simple considering what he was doing to her at the moment, but somehow very endearing. Drawing her bottom lip in between her teeth, she pressed her shoulders back into the mattress while trying to keep from pushing her hips up against him again.

She was practically panting now and when he removed his thumb she almost vocally protested but somehow managed to hold back. With her head thrown back on the pillow and her eyes closed she couldn’t see what he was doing though she felt him move; even so she was still unprepared when she felt his tongue, warm and wet, right where she was most sensitive. That was all it took and she lost all semblance of control as her hand tightened, pulling his hair, and her muscles clenched around his fingers.