Their whispered words vibrated between their lips, quick, hot breath teasing wet skin, playing with stray drops of water pearling on Natasha's full lips. A trail too inviting to not lick and suck it off immediately. A playful game that soon turned into sloppy, hungry kisses, still it was only their mouths really touching while their bodies kept away from each other, barely, in an unspoken challenge. Very barely.
It was very satisfying to now see Natasha's control crumble, her skin flushed with want and feel the way she pressed against his thigh. Turning her on like that always left Clint feeling like floating in the air with arousal and a hint of pride, and this time was no different.
He didn't want to give up on their game just yet, he wanted to see if he could make her lose her composure even more. No matter how tempting it was, rubbing against her movement, enjoying the way she was already feeling hot and slick against his skin. There was something that needed to be done before...
Without breaking the kiss, he reached for the shower gel and spread a generous amount on his hands, finally letting go off that pole to sneak them between their bodies, slowly, tentatively, only concentrating on himself and touching his own chest and arms. Absolutely not his fault that with her standing so close, Natasha's soft, smooth skin was worked nearly as efficiently along with his and promptly was covered in a new layer of soap... And if he totally accidentally caught her nipples between his knuckles from time to time, it wasn't like he could help it.
"You know, you're lucky you caught yourself such a flexible guy", he commented, grinning, when he leaned back against the pole again and rested one leg on the tub edge to start getting some more soap there. The other thigh still rested firmly between her legs, maybe even a little closer now, but well, she could always step away...
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Date: 2014-05-19 07:37 am (UTC)From:Their whispered words vibrated between their lips, quick, hot breath teasing wet skin, playing with stray drops of water pearling on Natasha's full lips. A trail too inviting to not lick and suck it off immediately. A playful game that soon turned into sloppy, hungry kisses, still it was only their mouths really touching while their bodies kept away from each other, barely, in an unspoken challenge. Very barely.
It was very satisfying to now see Natasha's control crumble, her skin flushed with want and feel the way she pressed against his thigh. Turning her on like that always left Clint feeling like floating in the air with arousal and a hint of pride, and this time was no different.
He didn't want to give up on their game just yet, he wanted to see if he could make her lose her composure even more. No matter how tempting it was, rubbing against her movement, enjoying the way she was already feeling hot and slick against his skin. There was something that needed to be done before...
Without breaking the kiss, he reached for the shower gel and spread a generous amount on his hands, finally letting go off that pole to sneak them between their bodies, slowly, tentatively, only concentrating on himself and touching his own chest and arms. Absolutely not his fault that with her standing so close, Natasha's soft, smooth skin was worked nearly as efficiently along with his and promptly was covered in a new layer of soap... And if he totally accidentally caught her nipples between his knuckles from time to time, it wasn't like he could help it.
"You know, you're lucky you caught yourself such a flexible guy", he commented, grinning, when he leaned back against the pole again and rested one leg on the tub edge to start getting some more soap there. The other thigh still rested firmly between her legs, maybe even a little closer now, but well, she could always step away...