Natasha smiled into the kiss as he made a noise very akin to purring. On one hand she wondered why they didn’t do this more often, but on the other she knew they rarely had time for such indulgences. But no, that wasn’t quite right, was it? They could make time more often than they did but it wasn’t something they tended to do. Was it because it would be less special if it happened more often? Or because they were afraid of what it would mean if it did?

She didn’t linger on those thoughts, lowering herself to lay against his chest again, her body only slightly higher than his now. He liked to tease that she had no patience, and that was mostly true, but when she was in control she had a lot more than normal, and it was tempting to see if he was really as relaxed and unhurried as he appeared to be.

Settling down to press her hips flush to his, she lifted slowly, sliding her slit along the length of his erection and making a purring sound of her own as she did so.