“Maybe I should have tried that philosophy,” she said, though if Clint had known she was naked under her dress she doubted he would have been able to keep his hands to himself. “Though had I known I might not have let you off the hook so easy at dinner.”

She wondered if she would have been able to undo the zipper of his pants with just her toes, not that it really mattered now. Now he was free and bare and completely hard in her hands.

Once he had relieved her off her bra Natasha pressed her chest to his, feeling the warmth of his skin and the thin sheen of sweat that had started to build. Clint was not content with just that contact, though, and when she felt his hot mouth enclose her nipple she let out a soft moan. His hands were kneading and caressing again she released her hold on him after a moment to remove her panties herself. When that last shred of clothing had been removed one hand returned to his hard cock while the other grasped his hair and pulled his head up so she could meet his eyes.

“I’m going to need you to fuck me now,” she said in a very clear, commanding voice, but there was an edge to it he would recognize that stated her impatience and desire. It had been a couple of days since she had last felt him inside of her, and after the emotional turmoil that had filled the time between, she needed that release that only he could give her, that feeling of being whole and satisfied.