It doesn't stop there. Natasha pulls him closer, her hands moving over his clothing restlessly as she tugs at twists, her fingers twisting in the fabric.

It's fairly clear she wants it out of the way, though she's not in so much of a hurry that she just rips it off. Instead, she presses close to him, rising into the the kiss.

Her thigh presses between his legs, sliding against his cock through his pants.