The moment James pushed inside, he froze. His mind went blank for a second. All he could feel was her. All he could hear was her soft, trembling moans in his ear.
The heat of her inside, the impossible tightness, the way her body clung to him — it was overwhelming.
His entire body shuddered violently, his hands tightening on the sheets beside her head.
"F**k..." he groaned low under his breath, gritting his teeth, trying desperately not to lose control.
Natasha's walls gripped him so tightly, so perfectly, and it was almost unbearable. He had never felt anything like it — not even close.
James lowered his forehead to hers, breathing hard, trying to steady himself.
"You're perfect. You're too perfect for me," he whispered hoarsely.
Natasha whimpered, her arms wrapping tighter around his back, pulling him closer.
James stayed buried deep inside her, not moving and giving both of them time to adjust, his heart thundering in his chest.
