“Oh, that’s what you’re for,” she teased. She thought about letting her body go completely limp so he would have to do all the work, but not wanting to disrupt the towels he had carefully laid out she aided him in helping her turn over until she was stretched out comfortably on her back. With him so close she couldn’t resist kissing him, her fingers stroking softly over his cheek, but she refrained from letting her hand wander, no matter how tempting. He still had much to do.

Closing her eyes, Natasha let out small noises here and there as Clint continued his work, especially enjoying how he worked her hands as thoroughly as he had her feet. By the time he had finished and moved down the bed she barely cracked her eyes open to watch him until the serious part of his task was over and it was clearly time for more fun.

As his hands slid slowly along her thighs she opened her legs a little further, inviting him him to touch her, to taste her, to do whatever he liked. Moving her hands from where she had folded them over her stomach, she trailed them up her torso to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze. “Mmm, I can think of a few areas,” she purred, looking at him through her lashes.