Still caught up in the last waves of lust, Clint couldn't help another shiver when Natasha's lips touched his skin. Instead of coming down quickly from its height as usual, his body still felt heated, on the edge, though exhausted for the moment. Yep, this would definitely be a long night.
As much as he would have loved to hold her for a while, softly caressing her back, there was something he had promised... And though she would probably call him a caveman for it, admittedly, he wanted to enjoy the sight, too.
So he gave in to his trembling legs and knelt down on the floor, not even trying to swallow his appreciative moan when he saw Natasha sitting there like this, with her legs spread and her breasts marked with white. One of these overwhelming arousing pictures to save on his internal hard drive for lonely nights to come, definitely.
His hands stroked her thighs gently, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he raised his head to look at her, her reddened cheeks and the relaxed bliss of her own orgasm in her eyes. Maybe he should give her a break, but temptation was just too big... She would tell him if she needed to stop. And well, this was supposed to be her night... He might as well start with worshiping her the way she deserved it.
His hands wandered higher, gently grabbing her hips to pull her forward so he could lean over her easier. He started with placing a little teasing kiss right below her navel, just a promise of where his mouth would be later. Then he made his way upwards with little kisses and sweeps of his tongue, bathing in her clean scent and the salty taste of their game, until he reached the mess he had left on her. Slowly, very thoroughly, he started licking her skin clean, looking up at her from heated eyes, especially in these precious moments when he caught her nipples between his lips and took a little extra time to make sure she was really clean there...
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Date: 2014-09-08 10:26 am (UTC)From:As much as he would have loved to hold her for a while, softly caressing her back, there was something he had promised... And though she would probably call him a caveman for it, admittedly, he wanted to enjoy the sight, too.
So he gave in to his trembling legs and knelt down on the floor, not even trying to swallow his appreciative moan when he saw Natasha sitting there like this, with her legs spread and her breasts marked with white. One of these overwhelming arousing pictures to save on his internal hard drive for lonely nights to come, definitely.
His hands stroked her thighs gently, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he raised his head to look at her, her reddened cheeks and the relaxed bliss of her own orgasm in her eyes. Maybe he should give her a break, but temptation was just too big... She would tell him if she needed to stop. And well, this was supposed to be her night... He might as well start with worshiping her the way she deserved it.
His hands wandered higher, gently grabbing her hips to pull her forward so he could lean over her easier. He started with placing a little teasing kiss right below her navel, just a promise of where his mouth would be later. Then he made his way upwards with little kisses and sweeps of his tongue, bathing in her clean scent and the salty taste of their game, until he reached the mess he had left on her. Slowly, very thoroughly, he started licking her skin clean, looking up at her from heated eyes, especially in these precious moments when he caught her nipples between his lips and took a little extra time to make sure she was really clean there...