Natasha had always been better at hiding her emotions and keeping her cool than Clint. She could keep her hands off of him and act like nothing he did affected her, but the second they were alone, the second she knew there would be no interruptions, she didn’t just drop those pretenses, she shattered them.
With Clint’s quick assistance she had his pants undone in seconds, and it was only his very distracting hands, particularly that one that held her hips close to his, that waylaid her from discarding them that very moment. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive, and her panties moist, and of his hands gravitated right to these areas, teasing and caressing and turning her on more and more by the second.
Almost whimpering against his mouth, it took all of her willpower to tear her lips from his and take a half step back. “Pants first,” she said, pushing his trousers over his hips and letting them fall to the floor. It was only then that she realised he had been going commando all evening and she couldn’t help the amused expression on her face when she met his eyes again, brows raised.
Catching her skirt where Clint had started to gather it above her hips, she pulled the stretchy material up her torso and over her head before tossing it aside. Stooping to slip out of her shoes, she wasted no more time stepping in close to him again. “The rest is your job,” she said in a husky voice, leaving the underwear to his very capable hands. Her own were already busy with one pushing his shirt up while the other wrapped around his already hard shaft and stroked.
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Date: 2014-09-05 12:14 am (UTC)From:With Clint’s quick assistance she had his pants undone in seconds, and it was only his very distracting hands, particularly that one that held her hips close to his, that waylaid her from discarding them that very moment. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive, and her panties moist, and of his hands gravitated right to these areas, teasing and caressing and turning her on more and more by the second.
Almost whimpering against his mouth, it took all of her willpower to tear her lips from his and take a half step back. “Pants first,” she said, pushing his trousers over his hips and letting them fall to the floor. It was only then that she realised he had been going commando all evening and she couldn’t help the amused expression on her face when she met his eyes again, brows raised.
Catching her skirt where Clint had started to gather it above her hips, she pulled the stretchy material up her torso and over her head before tossing it aside. Stooping to slip out of her shoes, she wasted no more time stepping in close to him again. “The rest is your job,” she said in a husky voice, leaving the underwear to his very capable hands. Her own were already busy with one pushing his shirt up while the other wrapped around his already hard shaft and stroked.