When he looks at her with that curious tilt to his head Natasha is sure that he felt exactly what she had, that strange but pleasantly warm tingle of adoration that she's far from used to, and she can't help but smile into their kiss when he does exactly what she wants and says nothing about it. Nothing really needs to be said in Natasha's opinion; she feels it, and she's allowing him to know. Despite the lack of verbiage between them there's a sense of understanding that's underlying, and with it comes the reassurance that, although everything has suddenly changed, nothing has really changed at all.
The longer Natasha falls into her comfortable pace the easier it is for her mind to slip further and further away from anything that isn't the moment she shares with him, senses heightened and sensations magnified by her hyper awareness of her own actions. His mouth travels its way down her jaw until he finds his way to her throat, and Natasha's head tilts away naturally to give him more access without concern. The careful brush of lips against skin is enough to pull a sigh from her, something dangerously close to a moan that she manages to bite back at the last second, and Natasha's eyes close as she allows herself to simply experience him while also reveling in the unconditional trust that he's somehow managed to make her feel. It's like an embrace, wrapping her up with comfort and reassurance that she knows she can find all too addicting if she isn't careful. Natasha has trusted before, but she's never trusted blindly until Jasper came into her life, and the disregard for protocol and procedure that comes with that is so liberating that she's sure she could almost get high off of it if she doesn't keep herself in check.
He lifts his head again and that's her cue to turn her head back, meeting his eye as the rhythm of her hips stays consistent, and for a moment she's not certain what that look in his eye is until he suddenly thrusts up into her with more force than before, making her fingers dig into his shoulder and her lips part in a short but surprised gasp at the same time. For a second her lashes flutter, eyes closing as she feels herself tighten around him in every way; the arm around him drags him closer, the fingers in his shoulder digging into his skin a little and her walls hugging him tighter than before until she forces herself to relax. She knows what he's doing, and she knows why as well... it takes more effort than she'd like to not lean back and drag him on top of her, but she can't. They have to take this in steps, so Natasha braces herself by leaning forward and letting her forehead rest against his, her body pressed against his own as she picks up her own pace to meet the new one that he's set for them. The hand on his shoulder slowly starts to relax, and her other twists into the hair with a nearly uncontrollable urge to tug and drag his head back, but she doesn't. Natasha concentrates on holding him instead, but her inconsistent gasps are no longer silent, a quiet moan slipping out whenever she feels him push his way into her to his hilt.
All of her concentration is taken by keeping herself in the moment that they've made instead of pushing them further out of it faster than either of them are ready, and after his name comes on a hushed breath she speaks in a way easiest for her, simply to avoid having to split her attention from exactly where it is now. "Byt' ostorozhen." She leans in for another kiss, and this time there's a smile in it. "YA ne znayu, mogu li ya byt' takim zhe sil'nym, kak ty."
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The longer Natasha falls into her comfortable pace the easier it is for her mind to slip further and further away from anything that isn't the moment she shares with him, senses heightened and sensations magnified by her hyper awareness of her own actions. His mouth travels its way down her jaw until he finds his way to her throat, and Natasha's head tilts away naturally to give him more access without concern. The careful brush of lips against skin is enough to pull a sigh from her, something dangerously close to a moan that she manages to bite back at the last second, and Natasha's eyes close as she allows herself to simply experience him while also reveling in the unconditional trust that he's somehow managed to make her feel. It's like an embrace, wrapping her up with comfort and reassurance that she knows she can find all too addicting if she isn't careful. Natasha has trusted before, but she's never trusted blindly until Jasper came into her life, and the disregard for protocol and procedure that comes with that is so liberating that she's sure she could almost get high off of it if she doesn't keep herself in check.
He lifts his head again and that's her cue to turn her head back, meeting his eye as the rhythm of her hips stays consistent, and for a moment she's not certain what that look in his eye is until he suddenly thrusts up into her with more force than before, making her fingers dig into his shoulder and her lips part in a short but surprised gasp at the same time. For a second her lashes flutter, eyes closing as she feels herself tighten around him in every way; the arm around him drags him closer, the fingers in his shoulder digging into his skin a little and her walls hugging him tighter than before until she forces herself to relax. She knows what he's doing, and she knows why as well... it takes more effort than she'd like to not lean back and drag him on top of her, but she can't. They have to take this in steps, so Natasha braces herself by leaning forward and letting her forehead rest against his, her body pressed against his own as she picks up her own pace to meet the new one that he's set for them. The hand on his shoulder slowly starts to relax, and her other twists into the hair with a nearly uncontrollable urge to tug and drag his head back, but she doesn't. Natasha concentrates on holding him instead, but her inconsistent gasps are no longer silent, a quiet moan slipping out whenever she feels him push his way into her to his hilt.
All of her concentration is taken by keeping herself in the moment that they've made instead of pushing them further out of it faster than either of them are ready, and after his name comes on a hushed breath she speaks in a way easiest for her, simply to avoid having to split her attention from exactly where it is now. "Byt' ostorozhen." She leans in for another kiss, and this time there's a smile in it. "YA ne znayu, mogu li ya byt' takim zhe sil'nym, kak ty."