Right this moment, Natasha was keen on enjoying what he was doing and on the ability she had to touch his chest, and to taste him. There was a lot to be said for tasting another person. It was a level of intimacy that Nat never took with other people. Yet here she was, deeply yearning to lick, suck and even draw her teeth across Pietro's skin. It was a little difficult to do from this angle in his lap, but she figured they could move soon.

Feeling his hands move reverently over her body made her feel appreciated and even sexy in a way she hadn't in a long time. Most men grabbed and took, they didn't care about the beauty-- they didn't even bother to take off her shirt half the time, and she liked it that way. After this connection, Nat knew she wouldn't be doing that sort of work any more. This was who she wanted to give her body to, someone who could appreciate it and enjoy her completely.

Leaning in, she shook her head. "I've never known anyone that thought like you. You flatter me and make me feel special, and yet here you are with pale beautiful skin, and these muscles that you never show. Your body is its own artwork. I want to taste you. All of you, maybe we should move this to the bedroom, so I can better reach your skin."