Natasha's breath was warm and promising against one of his most sensitive spots and elicited an excited shiver down his back. Sucking in a breath, Clint pressed his hips against the cool surface just tighter. Yep, better to get on with this, or this would be a short show. He was just too fucking hot for her after all the teasing.

Her following reassurance had him grin ruefully and shrug a little. He couldn't help it, even if it most of the time was more for his own piece of mind, he rather risked letting Natasha wait a second to long than hurting her even once in a thousand times.

Now there was no reason anymore to wait. The need in her husky voice and the delicious slickness coating his hand when he pulled back just as carefully, spoke a clear language. He withstood temptation to lick his skin clean, knowing, he'd be probably on his knees then with his face between Natasha's legs instead of complying to her wish. So his hand came to rest on her ass instead, to steady and caress her.

The other reached between their bodies to adjust himself, and that simple touch already had him growl with lust. Her wetness welcomed him easily, that well-known, beloved feeling of heat and closeness and intimacy, so intense that he had to bury his face against her shoulder again to catch his breath, her name a breathless whisper on his lips.

That dangerous heat in his loins let him know, there was no time to enjoy it properly right now, not if he wanted to make it good for her. His hand tightening its grip on her ass, he pulled her body flush against his once he could be sure she was just as comfortable and turned on as he was, and started to thrust up into that perfect hot heat steadily, accompanied by moans and pants into that certain spot of Natasha's shoulder that was soon red and sensitive from his nibbling and sucking.