"That's what you got your friendly neighborhood archer for."
Clint chuckled at her weak attempt of moving and forced himself to let go off her wonderful ass, at least for the moment. Instead he brought his arms carefully under her body and helped her turn on her back and stayed leaning over her for a long moment, with his lips softly pressed to hers. Her skin was even softer than usual with all that oil worked in, her body warm and completely pliant in his arms. It was nearly physically impossible to not treat her with a whole different kind of massage than planned immediately. But just as much he wanted to see her melt completely under his hands.
So he sat back again and reached for a new amount of oil to treat every inch of her arm and hands just as carefully as her legs. Even more, especially her hands, where the muscles were so fine, so sensitive and yet so strong. He knew from his own regular treatment and more rehabs than he cared to count, how to work the sensitive tissue. How much pressure was just enough, which joints gave in how when you rolled them, until every work of at least 5 years seemed forgotten.
He lost himself a little in that, but by the time he was done with the second arm, he definitely remembered again that there was even more fun to do tonight. He scooted down further on the bed, between Natasha's legs, to rest one of them on his thigh and continue what he had started on the backside. With how thorough he had been there, there wasn't much to do left. So when his hands finally made their way up the insides of Natasha's thighs, to tease the sensitive skin there with what was left of oil on his skin, his conscience was completely clean.
"Anything I forgot?", he asked with a small grin while his fingers slowly made their way higher.
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Clint chuckled at her weak attempt of moving and forced himself to let go off her wonderful ass, at least for the moment. Instead he brought his arms carefully under her body and helped her turn on her back and stayed leaning over her for a long moment, with his lips softly pressed to hers. Her skin was even softer than usual with all that oil worked in, her body warm and completely pliant in his arms. It was nearly physically impossible to not treat her with a whole different kind of massage than planned immediately. But just as much he wanted to see her melt completely under his hands.
So he sat back again and reached for a new amount of oil to treat every inch of her arm and hands just as carefully as her legs. Even more, especially her hands, where the muscles were so fine, so sensitive and yet so strong. He knew from his own regular treatment and more rehabs than he cared to count, how to work the sensitive tissue. How much pressure was just enough, which joints gave in how when you rolled them, until every work of at least 5 years seemed forgotten.
He lost himself a little in that, but by the time he was done with the second arm, he definitely remembered again that there was even more fun to do tonight. He scooted down further on the bed, between Natasha's legs, to rest one of them on his thigh and continue what he had started on the backside. With how thorough he had been there, there wasn't much to do left. So when his hands finally made their way up the insides of Natasha's thighs, to tease the sensitive skin there with what was left of oil on his skin, his conscience was completely clean.
"Anything I forgot?", he asked with a small grin while his fingers slowly made their way higher.