Clint just chuckled when Natasha raised her brow at him and used the chance of her stepping back, to get out of his shirt, silently thankful that she did have so much more restraint than him. They probably would have ended up rutting against each other in their clothes for 10 minutes more if not, considering his self-restraint.
And Jesus, he would never ever get tired of seeing Natasha undress, even if it was as quickly and practical as now. She made him feel like a teenager every fucking time, watching every inch of skin getting revealed and lingering on her beautiful curves just that side of too long. Said curves were getting more defined these days, it really was impossible to ignore anymore, and fuck if that didn't turn him on even more. He couldn't wait to get his hands back on her. He wanted to caress and kiss every inch of this perfection, and he thought, later at night, he definitely would.
But right now his world narrowed down quite primevally to Natasha's clever hand around his cock and that certain tone in her voice that left him straining just harder against her movements. He ended up moaning against her shoulder instead of going for that kiss he had planned, and quickly hurried to follow her request before his hands would tremble too much.
Her bra was just a pile on the floor with one well-trained move of his fingers on her back and he sighed happily when her bare soft breasts pressed against his skin, her nipples hard and sensitive. There was no way he couldn't lean down to suck one of the hardened buds between his lips, with gently teasing teeth, while his hands wandered back to her panties and slipped under the thin fabric to work her perfect ass between strong fingers again.
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Clint just chuckled when Natasha raised her brow at him and used the chance of her stepping back, to get out of his shirt, silently thankful that she did have so much more restraint than him. They probably would have ended up rutting against each other in their clothes for 10 minutes more if not, considering his self-restraint.
And Jesus, he would never ever get tired of seeing Natasha undress, even if it was as quickly and practical as now. She made him feel like a teenager every fucking time, watching every inch of skin getting revealed and lingering on her beautiful curves just that side of too long. Said curves were getting more defined these days, it really was impossible to ignore anymore, and fuck if that didn't turn him on even more. He couldn't wait to get his hands back on her. He wanted to caress and kiss every inch of this perfection, and he thought, later at night, he definitely would.
But right now his world narrowed down quite primevally to Natasha's clever hand around his cock and that certain tone in her voice that left him straining just harder against her movements. He ended up moaning against her shoulder instead of going for that kiss he had planned, and quickly hurried to follow her request before his hands would tremble too much.
Her bra was just a pile on the floor with one well-trained move of his fingers on her back and he sighed happily when her bare soft breasts pressed against his skin, her nipples hard and sensitive. There was no way he couldn't lean down to suck one of the hardened buds between his lips, with gently teasing teeth, while his hands wandered back to her panties and slipped under the thin fabric to work her perfect ass between strong fingers again.