Clint didn't comment on her threat, but the way his pupils dilated even more with lust and his breath hitched in his throat, let her know, that was a challenge he was more than willing to accept.
For the moment he was perfectly happy with not putting up a fight. Natasha was audibly enjoying herself and that was the point of this. It was such a fucking turn on, feeling her get even wetter and hotter on his probing tongue, have her sweetness fill his mouth, until all he could breathe, taste, feel, was her. And the pleasure she was taking from being with him.
He fucked her lazily with his tongue for a little while, just let her enjoy it, and himself to feel her tremble under his mouth, his hands, until her sweet juices coated not only his lips and cheeks but all the way down his chin. More and more he had leaned back on the mattress, to have better access, and started licking all this glistening deliciousness from her sensitive pink lips now, covering every little spot with the tip of his tongue and his softly sucking lips.
Without a warning, he stopped this new game when his own body protested against too much teasing, the throbbing, demanding heat in his lower body becoming more persistent by the second, more growls and hardly suppressed groans from his lips being the proof. Instead he licked firmly at her clit, short, perfectly aimed strokes rolling and pushing against the sensitive bud with the only goal to drive Natasha out of her mind.
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Date: 2014-05-21 08:02 am (UTC)From:For the moment he was perfectly happy with not putting up a fight. Natasha was audibly enjoying herself and that was the point of this. It was such a fucking turn on, feeling her get even wetter and hotter on his probing tongue, have her sweetness fill his mouth, until all he could breathe, taste, feel, was her. And the pleasure she was taking from being with him.
He fucked her lazily with his tongue for a little while, just let her enjoy it, and himself to feel her tremble under his mouth, his hands, until her sweet juices coated not only his lips and cheeks but all the way down his chin. More and more he had leaned back on the mattress, to have better access, and started licking all this glistening deliciousness from her sensitive pink lips now, covering every little spot with the tip of his tongue and his softly sucking lips.
Without a warning, he stopped this new game when his own body protested against too much teasing, the throbbing, demanding heat in his lower body becoming more persistent by the second, more growls and hardly suppressed groans from his lips being the proof. Instead he licked firmly at her clit, short, perfectly aimed strokes rolling and pushing against the sensitive bud with the only goal to drive Natasha out of her mind.