The warm water carried them and made their act more of a gentle wave than a mindless ride, matching the slow gentleness that already guided them through the morning.
Clint held Natasha close but not tight with his hand softly placed on her ass and let her move at her pace. Merely pressing into her with the resistance she needed to have all the right spots stimulated.
His other hand drew lazy circles over her back, her stomach, her breasts, clever fingertips making sure her hardened nipples never got forgotten in their game. She felt a little more sensitive than usual so he didn't work her as hard as some other days, just massaged and carefully tugged on the tender skin in between.
She felt overwhelming as always around him and had him twitch and shiver forcefully with this evil work her muscles did, but unlike yesterday when they had had to hurry on that plane, he felt no need to fuck her into completely incoherency in record time.
Instead he kept on caressing her, on spoiling her neck and shoulder with his lips and sought her mouth again and again for deep, tender kisses. In between his arms would close tighter around her, pulling her a little closer, his back arching when a wave of pleasure hit especially hard, but he felt far from the need of finishing off rapidly.
"You're so fucking perfect", he murmured into her ear next time it was close enough for such a rough, tender whisper, followed by a playful bite.
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Date: 2014-03-18 10:32 pm (UTC)From:Clint held Natasha close but not tight with his hand softly placed on her ass and let her move at her pace. Merely pressing into her with the resistance she needed to have all the right spots stimulated.
His other hand drew lazy circles over her back, her stomach, her breasts, clever fingertips making sure her hardened nipples never got forgotten in their game. She felt a little more sensitive than usual so he didn't work her as hard as some other days, just massaged and carefully tugged on the tender skin in between.
She felt overwhelming as always around him and had him twitch and shiver forcefully with this evil work her muscles did, but unlike yesterday when they had had to hurry on that plane, he felt no need to fuck her into completely incoherency in record time.
Instead he kept on caressing her, on spoiling her neck and shoulder with his lips and sought her mouth again and again for deep, tender kisses. In between his arms would close tighter around her, pulling her a little closer, his back arching when a wave of pleasure hit especially hard, but he felt far from the need of finishing off rapidly.
"You're so fucking perfect", he murmured into her ear next time it was close enough for such a rough, tender whisper, followed by a playful bite.