“Just don’t kill us both,” Natasha replied, grinning at him. There was a part of her that couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. It was a terrible idea, they weren’t a couple of lovesick teenagers with absolutely no shame. Someone could see them, or they could just end up completely frustrated if it didn’t work out right. It was a lot of pressure on Clint to keep them above water, and that kind of pressure didn’t really help the situation. It was a terrible idea, but feeling how aroused he was, his hard cock rubbing against her through that one last layer of clothing and his breathing uneven against her neck, it was just too damn tempting.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispered into his ear. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her at that moment, she didn’t want him to try if it was going to be too much.