Clint was the most considerate lover Natasha had ever had. She didn’t know if it was just how he was, or if it was just with her, and it didn’t really matter. He always made sure everything was on her terms, and while it sometimes could be frustrating that he never took on the dominant role she could never fault him for it. He never used her, never took what he wanted without her express permission, never took more than she was willing to give, and that was a big part of the reason she enjoyed being with him so much. She could relax with him, could trust him completely, could just let herself go and enjoy every touch and every sensation with no worry that things might take an unexpected turn. Only with Clint could she ever truly let herself go.
Letting out a quiet sigh when he slipped his fingers inside of her, she contracted around him, working his hand a little to tease him for what was to come. Running her tongue along the inside of his ear, she ground her hips against his, matching his rhythm, but when his moans became as persistent as his hard shaft pressing against her she finally pulled back enough to meet his eyes. Nudging his arm to get him to withdraw his fingers, she slipped a hand down between them and gave his cock a few soft strokes before lifting her hips and slowly sinking down over him.
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Date: 2014-03-18 09:48 pm (UTC)From:Letting out a quiet sigh when he slipped his fingers inside of her, she contracted around him, working his hand a little to tease him for what was to come. Running her tongue along the inside of his ear, she ground her hips against his, matching his rhythm, but when his moans became as persistent as his hard shaft pressing against her she finally pulled back enough to meet his eyes. Nudging his arm to get him to withdraw his fingers, she slipped a hand down between them and gave his cock a few soft strokes before lifting her hips and slowly sinking down over him.