Soon too much out of breath for the playful kiss, Clint pushed his arm under his head to be able to look down on himself, watch her skilled hand driving him crazy from lust-darkened eyes. His lower lip felt sensitive to the growing pressure of his own teeth, his breathing a harsh, quick series of panting now.

The heat built lazily and he enjoyed every second of it, every second of not having to rush anything, having his partner taking care of him so willingly. His free hand kept on caressing her, teasing her full curves through the fabric of her shirt, fingertips circling the sensitive area of her nipples. He couldn't keep up the game for long, not when she was working him so expertly that he felt himself growing even harder under her administrations.

The additional stimulation of watching her small, strong hand stroking his hardened length, coating his skin with his own lust, soon had him thrust into her movements, his balls resting heavy against his parted thighs. Instinctively he bent his leg, offering himself further to her, and fought the urge to close his eyes, to hide his face from her gaze again. It felt much too good, just relaxing for once and let his sense drown in everything she was doing to him.

"Fuck, Nat... Yes..."