Natasha grinned at his words and squeezed him just a little more for good measure before letting herself relax again. Obviously they couldn’t take their time out here, not with Clint’s strong legs and concentration the only thing keeping their heads above water, but it would be no good torturing him so much so soon either.

Murmuring something incoherent against the crook of his neck at his exploratory fingers, she gently rocked and rotated her hips. When she found just that right spot she paused and held herself still, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

Leaning back to meet Clint’s eyes, seeing the lust and wonder that she was sure mirrored her own, she kissed him softly, a fleeting movement, before offering a smile that only grew wicked at his words.

“Especially wet right now, hmm?” she teased, lifting her hand from the water and trailing one wet finger down his nose. He was so hot when he teased her like this, nipping at her and eliciting pleasure that was close to pain in the best way possible. Running her hand through his hair she started moving, slow and subtle movements that were undetectable in what was visible above the surface. “Later on, tonight, I think it’s about time you took a turn on top,” she spoke quietly.