Looking around the room, Natasha anticipates needing a slightly better vantage than the one she has and grabs a pillow from the floor. "Here, my love, lift your hips and put this under your pelvis. It will give you a little something to grind into and give me easier access to this beautiful asshole of yours. Fuck, I can't wait to ..." She trails off while she waits for him to get adjusted.

It takes a few seconds, really, and with him neatly spread and open for her, she leans in and licks across his hole. It was far too much a temptation to keep away. Natasha is a highly oral person. She loves to taste and touch every part of her lover. That includes lavishing Loki's entrance with several long, sloppy licks. She adds extra saliva each time, getting him sopping wet before she drills her tongue into the tight muscles that push back against the forced intrusion. She knows the nerves there are incredibly sensitive, and despite the argument of his body, there should be pleasure if she plays her role to perfection. "Fuck, you taste so damn good."

Lapping and licking up and around his dancing hole, she moans softly. Unable to keep herself from it, Natasha pushes a finger up to her knuckle. It's tight, and she knows that her saliva is hardly lubed enough, but she wants him to feel how wound up she is. She dips the finger back into her pussy and then brings it up to slide inside him. Her wetness is a lovely lubricant for his body. It moves past the knuckle and twists as she moves to make room inside him for what more will eventually come. "Feel that, that's me, that's how wet you make me doing this. My wetness inside you."