James continued to move inside Natasha with slow, careful thrusts, savoring the feeling of her inside wrapped around him.
She was so tight, so wet, so unbelievably warm it made his mind blur. And 3very time he pushed in, he could feel her soft walls clenching, her body welcoming him deeper.
Natasha whimpered under him, her fingers tightening in his hair, her hips rising to meet his slow rhythm, desperate for more.
Their bodies moved together in a raw, perfect dance, learning each other, feeling each other.
James pulled back just enough to watch her face — how her eyebrows furrowed, how her mouth parted in soft, breathy moans, how her body arched so beautifully every time he filled her.
He kissed her again, deeply, claiming her mouth as their hips rocked together.
"You're doing so good," he whispered against her lips.
"You feel... incredible."
Natasha could only nod, her voice stolen by the sensations overwhelming her.
