"Yeah," Sara tells her with a giddy laugh.

"I feel it. I feel," she has to breathe out of her nose for a second, her A lost in pleasure, "a lot," she finally finishes.

Writhing a little, she still reaches out to grab for Natasha, needing a kiss, her lips, needing to take some sort of control in this, even if just for a second, or something so small.