If Nathan did need some kind of permission, he was pretty sure that was it.
“What about…?” Nathan trailed, making a weak hand gesture that he hoped conveyed their very obvious lack of lubrication.
Sasha just laughed. “Nathan…I’m literally madefor sex. We don’t need anything.”
Nathan nodded absently, but still spit into his hand for some crude approximation. He had done this before. With girls. But he knew how the mechanics worked. Usually, if a girl was into this position, he would prepare her with one hand and let the other tease her body somewhere else, helping distract her from the first few stretches that could sometimes pinch. Nathan did the same as he began to prepare Sasha, but more to distract himself. If he thought too hard about this, he knew he would start to choke up.