"After", Clint murmured gently into her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin of her lobe to let her know it was okay, that he wouldn't be long after her at all.
No matter how fucking great this felt, having her body aroused and writhing against his, and the beautiful burning sensations that her teeth and nails had left... Without the possibility of closer touch, his body just wouldn't let go. Not before he had made sure, he had done his best for his partner.
It burned, the throbbing pleasure that left him startling and moaning everytime, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed over the exposed sensitiveness of his cock. That he could feel her tremble and hot against him didn't exactly help.
But he couldn't just let go and move against her, the way it would be enough, his head never let him. Some instincts had too deeply settled over the years, and the most important one was always to put Natasha's well-being before his.
"Can't", he growled through his clenched teeth, his face tightly buried against her neck while his fingers never stopped diving into her, deeply, with just the pressure she needed to let her own lust take over. The movements of his own hips against hers grew frantic, hardness grinding and twitching against her her heated softness, seeking out the point when he would feel her fall apart.
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Date: 2014-01-19 01:17 pm (UTC)From:No matter how fucking great this felt, having her body aroused and writhing against his, and the beautiful burning sensations that her teeth and nails had left... Without the possibility of closer touch, his body just wouldn't let go. Not before he had made sure, he had done his best for his partner.
It burned, the throbbing pleasure that left him startling and moaning everytime, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed over the exposed sensitiveness of his cock. That he could feel her tremble and hot against him didn't exactly help.
But he couldn't just let go and move against her, the way it would be enough, his head never let him. Some instincts had too deeply settled over the years, and the most important one was always to put Natasha's well-being before his.
"Can't", he growled through his clenched teeth, his face tightly buried against her neck while his fingers never stopped diving into her, deeply, with just the pressure she needed to let her own lust take over. The movements of his own hips against hers grew frantic, hardness grinding and twitching against her her heated softness, seeking out the point when he would feel her fall apart.