Clint slowly raised an eyebrow at her, but his smug grin fluttered around the edges. Fuck, she was hot when she was that turned on, when she started to throw around words in her mother tongue and pressed herself against him as if they had been alone in their bedroom.
It had started out as teasing, but who was he to deny the lady when she obviously liked the idea? And there wasn't any doubt she did. Her warm, slick juices coated his hand even underwater and her muscles clamped down on him with every move, obviously in need for something thicker, more solid to fill her.
It was probably the worst idea of the day but there really was no resisting her when she was like that. And Clint trusted his decades of training in focus at least enough to keep them out of trouble, in case someone should get too close to them. Which looked more than unlikely right now. Also, admittedly, the thought that someone could watch them from afar and get even an idea of what they were doing underwater, was actually pretty hot...
"You're killing me. You know that, right?"
He still was fully ready to stop - even if that meant taking a swim further out into the water, to take care of his overactive hormones - but he had to make room for his growing lust at least. Bathing trunks definitely weren't made for a hot woman grinding against him. He withdrew his hand from her carefully to free his now steel-hard cock from the too tight fabric, the intense touch of warm, hard water drawing a breathy moan from his lips. Then he pulled Natasha close to him again, burying his face against her neck.
His hands were back to working her perfect ass, pulling her against him with every lazy swim move, while his hardness glided smoothly through her heat between her legs, teasing her sensitive folds through her panties, pressing against her most sensitive spots. It was an invitation she could take or not if she liked too, and sweetest torture for his own wound up body. The arousal thrummed through his veins in soft waves like those surrounding them. A needy but still controlled pulse right there, where every small move had him pressed against her so enticingly... He had to lie if he was to say, it wasn't tempting at all.
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Clint slowly raised an eyebrow at her, but his smug grin fluttered around the edges. Fuck, she was hot when she was that turned on, when she started to throw around words in her mother tongue and pressed herself against him as if they had been alone in their bedroom.
It had started out as teasing, but who was he to deny the lady when she obviously liked the idea? And there wasn't any doubt she did. Her warm, slick juices coated his hand even underwater and her muscles clamped down on him with every move, obviously in need for something thicker, more solid to fill her.
It was probably the worst idea of the day but there really was no resisting her when she was like that. And Clint trusted his decades of training in focus at least enough to keep them out of trouble, in case someone should get too close to them. Which looked more than unlikely right now. Also, admittedly, the thought that someone could watch them from afar and get even an idea of what they were doing underwater, was actually pretty hot...
"You're killing me. You know that, right?"
He still was fully ready to stop - even if that meant taking a swim further out into the water, to take care of his overactive hormones - but he had to make room for his growing lust at least. Bathing trunks definitely weren't made for a hot woman grinding against him. He withdrew his hand from her carefully to free his now steel-hard cock from the too tight fabric, the intense touch of warm, hard water drawing a breathy moan from his lips. Then he pulled Natasha close to him again, burying his face against her neck.
His hands were back to working her perfect ass, pulling her against him with every lazy swim move, while his hardness glided smoothly through her heat between her legs, teasing her sensitive folds through her panties, pressing against her most sensitive spots. It was an invitation she could take or not if she liked too, and sweetest torture for his own wound up body. The arousal thrummed through his veins in soft waves like those surrounding them. A needy but still controlled pulse right there, where every small move had him pressed against her so enticingly... He had to lie if he was to say, it wasn't tempting at all.