Even with little leverage Natasha managed it to answer to his movements, and soon Clint was panting desperately against her shoulder, caught up in lust and heat completely and doing his best to not let this end too quickly. Not too easy with her gorgeous body all over him, their movements so perfectly in tandem that it felt like they were more one person than two.

Her strong legs around him pulling even closer with every move, made it impossible to even try slow it down and he wasn't sure he wanted to. She needed this just as much as he did. They could catch up with the rest later. But her whispered filthy praises just made him even harder inside of her, especially since she usually wasn't much of a dirty talkier. That tension in his loins became nearly unbearable, and he didn't want to be that asshole that left her unsatisfied, he had to come up with something creative.

The image of how he had held her during their dance entered his mind, how trustfully she had let herself fall, and a smile curved on his lips. He forced himself to take his head off her shoulder, after a quick kiss to the red spot his mouth had left there, and moved one hand from Natasha's hips higher, draping his arm up her waist and back so she could move more freely.

"Lean back for me, beautiful?", he murmured into her ear between his moans. "I've got you... Want to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you..."