The trembling sound of his name on her lips brought him so close to the edge that she probably felt it through all of their clothes. His hips did all but dry humping her leg, his own whisper a groan of unsatisfied lust. Soon.
He withstood the urge to at least reach down, touch himself to ease the burning. Instead he let his hand rest against the back of Natasha's head again, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself pressing against that door. It also helped him hold her right where she was, to nibble on her ear again.
He loved it when she felt like she was coming close, her juices hot against his skin. He wanted to feel her come apart, and just the thought that she let him do to this right in the middle of this hallway drew a helpless groan from him.
They had fucked on missions before, of course. Sometimes a narrow bed in a shitty hole at the end of the world was the only comfort after a day of blood. But if you didn't want to count that remarkable experience of an airplane toilet, with Coulson sitting right outside, being in public like this was definitely new.
Clint would never allow anyone to see her like that, embarrass her or make her feel vulnerable. It was merely the thought that someone could be watching that aroused him greatly. And she obviously didn't mind either...
"It's okay, let it happen."
He murmured it in between his tongue teasing the inside of her ear, promising what he was about to do to her, just before he brought his hand further between her legs again. His middle finger easily slid into her wetness, starting to pump her quickly, his knuckle lightly crooked to tease her deep inside, while his thumb was circling her clit again.
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The trembling sound of his name on her lips brought him so close to the edge that she probably felt it through all of their clothes. His hips did all but dry humping her leg, his own whisper a groan of unsatisfied lust. Soon.
He withstood the urge to at least reach down, touch himself to ease the burning. Instead he let his hand rest against the back of Natasha's head again, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself pressing against that door. It also helped him hold her right where she was, to nibble on her ear again.
He loved it when she felt like she was coming close, her juices hot against his skin. He wanted to feel her come apart, and just the thought that she let him do to this right in the middle of this hallway drew a helpless groan from him.
They had fucked on missions before, of course. Sometimes a narrow bed in a shitty hole at the end of the world was the only comfort after a day of blood. But if you didn't want to count that remarkable experience of an airplane toilet, with Coulson sitting right outside, being in public like this was definitely new.
Clint would never allow anyone to see her like that, embarrass her or make her feel vulnerable. It was merely the thought that someone could be watching that aroused him greatly. And she obviously didn't mind either...
"It's okay, let it happen."
He murmured it in between his tongue teasing the inside of her ear, promising what he was about to do to her, just before he brought his hand further between her legs again. His middle finger easily slid into her wetness, starting to pump her quickly, his knuckle lightly crooked to tease her deep inside, while his thumb was circling her clit again.
"Want to feel you come, beautiful."