Clint was planning to be entirely submissive, to let her do what she wanted with him, but he couldn’t entirely control his body’s instincts and Natasha chuckled a little at his unconscious action. “We’ll get there,” she said, running her hands back down his arms when he held his own hands in place where she put them.

When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned back just enough to grin at him. Sliding down his body a few inches and up again, she delighted in the feel of her breasts rubbing against his chest before taking a step back and cupping them in her hands. “Gain a few pounds and it all goes right here,” she said, giving them a gentle squeeze and fixing her eyes on Clint’s face to see his reaction. She knew he loved to watch her touch herself. “You don’t mind at all, do you?” Her voice was all innocence even as she brushed her thumbs over her already semi-hard nipples and bringing them to full attention.