“Doubtful,” was all she said. She highly doubted that Clint could do anything wrong when it came to sex. He was far too careful and considerate, never pushing nor assuming anything. He always asked if he wanted to try anything out of the ordinary, and always gave her ample time to change her mind about everything. She had never had a more attentive nor caring lover. He was as close to perfect as they came.
With the open invitation out there, Clint wasted little time in burying his face between her legs, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Another point in his favour: most men enjoyed receiving oral but Natasha had never met one who enjoyed giving it so much as Clint, not that she had looked for one. It was too intimate, too close, so the only time she had had another man’s head between her legs was when she was choking him out with her thighs.
The attention he had given her hands earlier left them supple and slightly greasy, and she made good use of that oil as she continued to massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers in time with Clint’s ministrations. He drove her crazy, bringing her close to the edge before slacking off, drawing out her pleasure instead of giving it as quick as he could. Every so often she arched her back or bucked her hips up against him, her toes curling against the bed and her eyes fluttering closed before she forced them open again to watch him. It was a sight she never grew tired of, seeing his lust filled eyes watching her intently from between her legs as his mouth played her body like an instrument.
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Date: 2014-09-14 07:41 pm (UTC)From:With the open invitation out there, Clint wasted little time in burying his face between her legs, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Another point in his favour: most men enjoyed receiving oral but Natasha had never met one who enjoyed giving it so much as Clint, not that she had looked for one. It was too intimate, too close, so the only time she had had another man’s head between her legs was when she was choking him out with her thighs.
The attention he had given her hands earlier left them supple and slightly greasy, and she made good use of that oil as she continued to massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers in time with Clint’s ministrations. He drove her crazy, bringing her close to the edge before slacking off, drawing out her pleasure instead of giving it as quick as he could. Every so often she arched her back or bucked her hips up against him, her toes curling against the bed and her eyes fluttering closed before she forced them open again to watch him. It was a sight she never grew tired of, seeing his lust filled eyes watching her intently from between her legs as his mouth played her body like an instrument.