She was so in tune with his body she didn’t need the warning, and when he spilled over both of them she kept stroking him, carrying him through until every drop was spent. His grip on her ass was hard but she didn’t mind; she loved his strength even as he shattered beneath her.

Her hand still moving over him, though slower and softer now, she shifted one knee to rest between his lowered herself to lay against him, her other hand moving from his chest to run soothingly through his hair. She placed featherlight kisses to his temple, his forehead, smiling against his skin as he trembled beneath her. She said nothing, just let him have the moment while taking a moment herself to enjoy just how easily she could bring him to such heights. Clint wasn’t one to easily let himself go, but in this moment he was completely relaxed and raw and vulnerable in a way that he only was with her.