There were probably a few more incoherent sentences on his lips before his brains got too blown for talking. At least he remembered to remove his mouth from Natasha's neck in time before he could give her another mark.

Instead he leaned his heated cheek against her shoulder, staring down on where she worked him again. Just as she put enough strength and speed in her movements to deprive him of any control left. Needless to say there was no holding back anymore at this point.

His mind blanked out pretty much before he could warn her, his balls drawing up sharp to his body, and fuck, he was making a mess over both her hand and his clothes... Not that he could care right now. His hand had found back his favorite handle for support, leaving one or the other red spot on Natasha's beautiful pale butt before he thought of relaxing it, all the tension from the last minutes flowing from his body with a deep, breathless grunt.

Trembling from the pulses of pleasure still going through his groin, he pressed his forehead against her neck, his lips against her collarbone, to replace the words he couldn't form between his rapid breathing.