Natasha grinned widely at Clint’s involuntary reaction to her touch, even as a sharp thrill of pleasure shot through her when he suddenly bucked against her. She could have eased off then, but he was clearly enjoying the game, his flinching away just for show. She wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt so she could more easily get her lips lower, but she kept the neck of his shirt pulled down as much as she could without stretching it, though she had the feeling he wouldn’t mind if she did. The next mark she left would be easily covered, at least.
Of course she wasn’t the only one in the game, and Clint was certainly doing his part as well. This was no longer about who could get the other off first through their clothes, and he upped the ante when he slipped the first finger inside of her, crooking it just right to make her breath hitch. “Clint...” she moaned his name against his skin, her hand flattening against his chest before digging her nails in when he pressed harder against her. In turn she pressed her teeth to his skin, just the flats of them for now; not biting but reminding him of the possibility.
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Date: 2014-01-12 03:41 pm (UTC)From:Of course she wasn’t the only one in the game, and Clint was certainly doing his part as well. This was no longer about who could get the other off first through their clothes, and he upped the ante when he slipped the first finger inside of her, crooking it just right to make her breath hitch. “Clint...” she moaned his name against his skin, her hand flattening against his chest before digging her nails in when he pressed harder against her. In turn she pressed her teeth to his skin, just the flats of them for now; not biting but reminding him of the possibility.