There's a lot going on in her head, he doesn't need Edward's ability to know that much. Everything she does, he accepts, moving with her, pliant and open. There's no need to put up a front with her, there never has been, and he wouldn't insult her by trying. He doesn't look away from her face for a moment, not when she pulls him forward into a kiss, when she lifts herself up, not even when she presses deliciously down and surrounds him with her heat.
This isn't something he's ever felt, and as she settles against him he lets his eyes fall closed, basking in the emotions pouring out of her as much as the vibrant heat everywhere they touch. And when her revelation arrives, he's in a perfect position to feel it flowing out alongside everything else. She loves him. It prompts him to look at her again, head tipped a bit to the side, but he holds onto the silence between them, just carefully wrapping one arm around her waist and twining the fingers of his other hand through her hair as she kisses him again.
It's important that she stay in control for this, and when he finally shifts his hips it's to answer the pace she's setting. She's fiery and sharp-edged, he loves that about her, but the care he needs to take with her, the slow pace they need to maintain, it all makes coming together like this somehow sweeter than he'd expected. The kiss lingers as they move together, and when it finally breaks, Jasper leans up to press a careful row of kisses along Natasha's jaw, finally pausing with his lips against her pulse. It's a test, so many things are, but the dry rasp of thirst in his throat barely grows any stronger as he feels her heart beating.
He looks almost dazed when he finally lifts his head again, and that's when he starts to buck his hips into hers a little more sharply. Slow and sweet is one thing, maybe it's what they've needed, but she's pushed him more times than he can count, and he's pushed himself just now. It's her turn.
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This isn't something he's ever felt, and as she settles against him he lets his eyes fall closed, basking in the emotions pouring out of her as much as the vibrant heat everywhere they touch. And when her revelation arrives, he's in a perfect position to feel it flowing out alongside everything else. She loves him. It prompts him to look at her again, head tipped a bit to the side, but he holds onto the silence between them, just carefully wrapping one arm around her waist and twining the fingers of his other hand through her hair as she kisses him again.
It's important that she stay in control for this, and when he finally shifts his hips it's to answer the pace she's setting. She's fiery and sharp-edged, he loves that about her, but the care he needs to take with her, the slow pace they need to maintain, it all makes coming together like this somehow sweeter than he'd expected. The kiss lingers as they move together, and when it finally breaks, Jasper leans up to press a careful row of kisses along Natasha's jaw, finally pausing with his lips against her pulse. It's a test, so many things are, but the dry rasp of thirst in his throat barely grows any stronger as he feels her heart beating.
He looks almost dazed when he finally lifts his head again, and that's when he starts to buck his hips into hers a little more sharply. Slow and sweet is one thing, maybe it's what they've needed, but she's pushed him more times than he can count, and he's pushed himself just now. It's her turn.