If she hadn't already taken him with her with her muscles contracting around his rock hard cock so hard, his whole body shook violently with lust, her nails torturing his skin in the best way possible would have been the last straw. Just that perfect adrenaline spark to set fire to the smoldering heat in every cell, and it was enough.
He wasn't sure if it was her scream or his own he heard. Clint was pretty sure, his mind completely clocked out for a moment, swallowed by bliss, bright sparks behind his tightly closed eyes, the searing hot tension in his lower body finally breaking free as he emptied himself inside her, helpless, throaty moans accompanying every hot spurt of lust.
With half a brain cell at least still working, he tried not to completely crash on Natasha's body pressed so perfectly into his but rested heavily on his arm again when his knees gave in. He was still moving against her, in shallow thrusts to draw out her orgasm until he was completely spent.
Soon he found himself with his face buried tightly against her neck, with his body still hot and shaking and one hand gently tangled in her hair while he tried to catch his breath, somehow, and failed miserably. He could feel the mess they had made wet and sticky coating his groin, his thighs, still enveloping him, and he never wanted to move again. He was pretty sure, he couldn't, anyway.
Maybe he had actually said that out loud, with a voice that definitely sounded a lot like after hours of screaming, but even if she hadn't heard... She hopefully wouldn't miss how his lips covered her damp skin with kisses, or his fingertips softly caressing her neck, her leg still wrapped tightly around him.
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Date: 2014-06-04 06:21 am (UTC)From:He wasn't sure if it was her scream or his own he heard. Clint was pretty sure, his mind completely clocked out for a moment, swallowed by bliss, bright sparks behind his tightly closed eyes, the searing hot tension in his lower body finally breaking free as he emptied himself inside her, helpless, throaty moans accompanying every hot spurt of lust.
With half a brain cell at least still working, he tried not to completely crash on Natasha's body pressed so perfectly into his but rested heavily on his arm again when his knees gave in. He was still moving against her, in shallow thrusts to draw out her orgasm until he was completely spent.
Soon he found himself with his face buried tightly against her neck, with his body still hot and shaking and one hand gently tangled in her hair while he tried to catch his breath, somehow, and failed miserably. He could feel the mess they had made wet and sticky coating his groin, his thighs, still enveloping him, and he never wanted to move again. He was pretty sure, he couldn't, anyway.
Maybe he had actually said that out loud, with a voice that definitely sounded a lot like after hours of screaming, but even if she hadn't heard... She hopefully wouldn't miss how his lips covered her damp skin with kisses, or his fingertips softly caressing her neck, her leg still wrapped tightly around him.
"Fuck..."