Besides a quiet grunt or moan each time Clint hit that sweet spot Natasha managed to stay fairly quiet. She always could stay quiet if she wanted to, but with Clint she rarely did. With Clint she could relax and let herself go; she could voice her pleasure as loudly and wildly as she wanted. It felt good not to hold back, and she knew he loved it when she was loud and free, but now was certainly not the time and place for that. He would have plenty of time to make her scream over the next few weeks.

What was more difficult was keeping her eyes on his when they just wanted to close. Letting go of his hand she dropped hers back to the counter to grip the edge with both now, her knuckles going white as she held on. His fingers worked her just perfectly sending a further shock of pleasure through her with each thrust. Finally she let her eyes close and hung her head, her breathing coming shallower by the moment. Forcing her eyes open she saw his head thrown back, his jaw clenched tightly, the veins in his arms bulging and it was so fucking beautiful a sight to see him enthralled with so much pleasure, pleasure that she was giving him, that when he pinched her clit just that much harder as he thrusted into her she felt the world go white as her orgasm took her over the edge.