Natasha sucked in a breath when his fingers tightened just to the edge of pain but not in a bad way. This was much closer to the victory she was striving for, and while he was still in control it was clear that it was a thin hold he had on it.

“You’re one to talk,” she said, her voice taking on a husky quality. “Why don’t you tell me what you want,” she all but purred, tightening her hand slightly around him as she reversed her stroke.