Once in position and sure that Clint had her, Natasha started to move again and, oh god did that change in position do wonders. The angle was perfect and every thrust hit her just where she needed it causing her to gasp and moan, her eyes fluttering shut, though not before she could see that look of pure reverence on Clint’s face as he looked at her. It gave him the perfect view of her breasts which he loved so much, and she was rather impressed that he didn’t immediately bury his face in them. He had taken her words seriously and knew exactly what she wanted, and he never strayed from that path.

Clenching harder around him and feeling his body shudder, she matched the new rhythm as his hand traveled lower to find her clit causing her to jerk against him at the first touch. The added stimulation had her moaning and panting along with him, her movements becoming erratic and her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel that he was close but she knew Clint, knew that he would do everything he could to make sure she found her release before he let himself go.

With one final squeeze of his shoulders she let him go, giving herself over entirely to him and trusting in him to keep her from falling. It allowed her to lean back just a little more and his next thrust had her crying out his name, the rubbing of his thumb just enough to push her over the edge.