That deep growl, the animal lust in his eyes, gave Natasha a thrill and made her push her foot harder against him. While she was rough, though, he was nothing but gentle as he trailed his fingertips up her leg in the softest caress, his touch directly contrasting the need she could see in his eyes. It was clearly taking every ounce of strength he had not to just grab her and ravish her. "You better behave. I would hate to have to punish you." Yeah, right. She would hate it just about as much as he would.

Once she had settled down on the bed, gratefully sinking into the mattress, she settled her head on one of the pillows and peered down past her legs to where Clint sat openly admiring the new view she presented. As if to prove her early assumption, he wasted no time in grabbing her ass and burying his face in her sweet centre once more, his tongue sliding easily inside her. Letting out a long, low moan, Natasha closed her eyes and just gave herself over to the sensation, one foot lifting to drag the pointed heel along his arm.