Clint pretended to pout, an expression he couldn't keep up for even a second, not when he was much too eager to get his lips back on her nipples. Beating Natasha in this little game was tempting enough to live with that growing pressure in his lower body for a while longer...
His tongue circled her nipple slowly, coaxing the tender skin into hardness before he started sucking on it, gently, because he still remembered how sensitive she had been in the last days. Leaning on his elbow, he brought his free hand to her other breast and squeezed it with a little more pressure while he moaned and sighed against her body, letting her know, he was definitely enjoying himself.
The feeling of her muscles working him was impossible to ignore, though, and soon he found himself pressing his hardness against her leg, small leaks of precum coating her skin. Not very satisfying, just as little as his fingers pumping in and out of her lazily, and it was just a matter of time before any of them would give in.
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Clint pretended to pout, an expression he couldn't keep up for even a second, not when he was much too eager to get his lips back on her nipples. Beating Natasha in this little game was tempting enough to live with that growing pressure in his lower body for a while longer...
His tongue circled her nipple slowly, coaxing the tender skin into hardness before he started sucking on it, gently, because he still remembered how sensitive she had been in the last days. Leaning on his elbow, he brought his free hand to her other breast and squeezed it with a little more pressure while he moaned and sighed against her body, letting her know, he was definitely enjoying himself.
The feeling of her muscles working him was impossible to ignore, though, and soon he found himself pressing his hardness against her leg, small leaks of precum coating her skin. Not very satisfying, just as little as his fingers pumping in and out of her lazily, and it was just a matter of time before any of them would give in.
"Better?"