Everything about Jasper, in that moment, surrounds her in a way that's still physical but still so much beyond just that. His voice, still somehow soothing despite how hushed it is, dances over her and electrifies her skin, and the way that he holds her with careful hands and yet not as if she's fragile has her leaning further into him, hungry for a closeness that can't possibly be reached beyond what they've already managed.
He's learning her body quickly, rocking into her with consistency and holding her stable, and soon he's pulling her soft gasps and light sounds to the surface with every roll of his hips. By the time she manages to look at him she can feel it looming, that slow build getting tighter and tighter until it's too consuming for her to hold off anymore, even though she wishes it wasn't. If Natasha had it her way she could stay there, but it's not realistic, and she can see in his eyes that he's staring at her for the same reason that she's looking at him. She wants to see him unravel beneath her first, but he's pushing her too far, and when Natasha realizes that she can no longer keep her own climax at bay her hands move to take his face between them, wanting nothing more in that moment to see him completely.
When it comes it's a struggle to keep her eyes open, and although no sound is released when her lips part Natasha's body gives him every signal he needs. Euphoria spikes, the rhythm they've found quickens just a bit as she chases the sensation that he's managed to send coursing through her, and Natasha's legs press tighter against his thighs on either side of him so she can keep herself steady throughout all of it. This time when she kisses him its deeper and to muffle the low but lingering moan she can't fight off, and once it subsides she finds herself staying on him, not yet ready to disconnect. That means that it's over, and Natasha, despite her lack of sentimentality, wants to hold on just a little bit longer. As long as he'll allow.
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He's learning her body quickly, rocking into her with consistency and holding her stable, and soon he's pulling her soft gasps and light sounds to the surface with every roll of his hips. By the time she manages to look at him she can feel it looming, that slow build getting tighter and tighter until it's too consuming for her to hold off anymore, even though she wishes it wasn't. If Natasha had it her way she could stay there, but it's not realistic, and she can see in his eyes that he's staring at her for the same reason that she's looking at him. She wants to see him unravel beneath her first, but he's pushing her too far, and when Natasha realizes that she can no longer keep her own climax at bay her hands move to take his face between them, wanting nothing more in that moment to see him completely.
When it comes it's a struggle to keep her eyes open, and although no sound is released when her lips part Natasha's body gives him every signal he needs. Euphoria spikes, the rhythm they've found quickens just a bit as she chases the sensation that he's managed to send coursing through her, and Natasha's legs press tighter against his thighs on either side of him so she can keep herself steady throughout all of it. This time when she kisses him its deeper and to muffle the low but lingering moan she can't fight off, and once it subsides she finds herself staying on him, not yet ready to disconnect. That means that it's over, and Natasha, despite her lack of sentimentality, wants to hold on just a little bit longer. As long as he'll allow.