Clint's mouth suddenly felt too dry to talk. Fuck, she just knew exactly how to drive him wild in record time.
He leaned his head back to catch a few drops of water on his tongue and try let the strong spray on his face clear that thickening fog of want. But the water was definitely too warm for that and he found his sight drawn magically to Natasha's glorious breasts in no time again.
The way she worked her beautiful skin, slightly flushed from the water and... other things, and how the soft flesh of her luscious curves pressed through between her slender, strong fingers... He had to hold back hard from trying to pull her in his arms and do this very pleasurable job for her. Playing with her breasts was something he always would enjoy greatly, and when they were obviously a little more sensitive and even tastier looking than usual... It was sweetest torture not burying his face there immediately.
He had moved back against the shower pole unintentionally while watching her, half out of the water spray, which he only realized when his still threaded fingers touched metal. He held on to that thin support thankfully, shuddering at the feel of coldness pressing into his backside and never took his eyes away from Natasha's little game for even a second.
"God, you're gorgeous."
It came out more as an admiring whisper than anything else, lust dazed eyes seeking hers, his body tensing and trembling softly from the effort of constraining himself.
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Clint's mouth suddenly felt too dry to talk. Fuck, she just knew exactly how to drive him wild in record time.
He leaned his head back to catch a few drops of water on his tongue and try let the strong spray on his face clear that thickening fog of want. But the water was definitely too warm for that and he found his sight drawn magically to Natasha's glorious breasts in no time again.
The way she worked her beautiful skin, slightly flushed from the water and... other things, and how the soft flesh of her luscious curves pressed through between her slender, strong fingers... He had to hold back hard from trying to pull her in his arms and do this very pleasurable job for her. Playing with her breasts was something he always would enjoy greatly, and when they were obviously a little more sensitive and even tastier looking than usual... It was sweetest torture not burying his face there immediately.
He had moved back against the shower pole unintentionally while watching her, half out of the water spray, which he only realized when his still threaded fingers touched metal. He held on to that thin support thankfully, shuddering at the feel of coldness pressing into his backside and never took his eyes away from Natasha's little game for even a second.
"God, you're gorgeous."
It came out more as an admiring whisper than anything else, lust dazed eyes seeking hers, his body tensing and trembling softly from the effort of constraining himself.
"Soap up for me, beautiful?"