Clint pouted a little when her hand stopped just in the right moment but enjoyed it nonetheless. There was a cute little softness where her hand touched her belly, proofing her worries about putting on weight, and he very much felt like kissing especially this spot right now. She always looked stunning, no matter if in full trained battle mode with every inch of her body radiating steeled perfection, or in times like these when they both were getting a little lazy.

Before his eyes could linger there for too long, they were already drawn back up to where Natasha continued her perfect torturous game. The noises she was making went right to his groin and left him hotter than the water ever could, longing and impatient, and that waiting part just turned him on more.

"Love it when you touch yourself for me", he murmured, still in this husky low voice. "Think you missed out some parts, though..."