Natasha let out a soft moan when Clint upped his game. Her breasts were still sensitive, and his touch seemed to be amplified; she pressed herself closer.

“Mm, I guess so,” she replied, leaning in to nibble at his ear. It wasn’t long before his other hand got busy too, squeezing her butt and keeping her close.

Pulling back to look at him she returned the grin and took a deep breath before sealing her lips to his once more. Wrapping her arms around him she let herself sink with him, the warm water slowly engulfing them again. Sliding one hand down his back, she slipped it beneath his shorts and squeezed his ass tightly, her nails just barely digging into his flesh.