Whenever he did this before Clint always took his time, using both his mouth and his fingers to bring her slowly off, but Natasha was unsurprised to find that he could bring her to the brink quickly if he so desired. He was relentless, all tongue and lips and moans that vibrated against her, and she leaned more heavily against him as her leg began to tremble.

When he moved one hand she clung desperately to his hair, his shoulder, and by the time his hand found her breast she was already getting close. His name escaped her lips in a whimper and she pushed herself harder against him, her hand tightening in his hair. She had thought this would be a challenge for him on such a short time limit, but apparently she drastically underestimated his talent.