Clint held Natasha softly against his chest, his fingers kneading through her hair, trying to catch his own breath. Not exactly easy with a moaning hot redhead pressing against him, but her pleasure always came first, as simple as that.
And he knew her well enough to remember she always needed this time to find back to reality, regain her composure after she had given herself over to him for just a few seconds. He would always be there to take care of her until she did, until she felt comfortable with herself and her surroundings again.
So he rested inside her without moving until he could feel her calm down slowly and gently pressed his lips against her forehead when he moved his hand away from her. It took him some effort for she was still hot and trembling against him, but this was something they would continue upstairs.
And the pictures of his girl coming in his arms right in the middle of the floor were enough of a memory to behold for every lonely to mission to come.
"I don't think my Russian is good enough for whatever that was", he chuckled softly. Not really what he wanted to say. Sometimes he wanted to ask her if she even knew how how beautiful she was like that. She probably heard compliments too often to enjoy them and he had never been much of a great talker.
He gave her all the time she needed to level out but couldn't resist bringing his hand to his lips to lick her juices off his skin, groaning quietly when that urge came back to bury his face between her legs right away, get more of this. After.
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Date: 2013-08-26 09:45 pm (UTC)From:And he knew her well enough to remember she always needed this time to find back to reality, regain her composure after she had given herself over to him for just a few seconds. He would always be there to take care of her until she did, until she felt comfortable with herself and her surroundings again.
So he rested inside her without moving until he could feel her calm down slowly and gently pressed his lips against her forehead when he moved his hand away from her. It took him some effort for she was still hot and trembling against him, but this was something they would continue upstairs.
And the pictures of his girl coming in his arms right in the middle of the floor were enough of a memory to behold for every lonely to mission to come.
"I don't think my Russian is good enough for whatever that was", he chuckled softly.
Not really what he wanted to say. Sometimes he wanted to ask her if she even knew how how beautiful she was like that. She probably heard compliments too often to enjoy them and he had never been much of a great talker.
He gave her all the time she needed to level out but couldn't resist bringing his hand to his lips to lick her juices off his skin, groaning quietly when that urge came back to bury his face between her legs right away, get more of this. After.
"I think that bath is waiting for us, beautiful."