There really weren't more things hotter than watching and feeling Natasha fall apart right under his hands and mouth. As soon as her body was giving in, Clint went back to treating her clit with fast, tight strokes of his tongue while his fingertips pressed down on that certain point inside insistently to carry her through her climax.

The way her muscles clenched around him, left his cock achingly hard, begging for attention, but somehow he made it to keep his free hand on her ass, holding her gently against his mouth while she bucked against him. The lower half of his face was covered in her juices and it was wonderful, her taste and scent all around him, he couldn't help but lick his lips slowly, with pleasure, once she went still in his arms and he gave her a while to catch her breath.

He rested his head on her thigh with a content sigh and tried to ignore the burning throb down in his loins. Instead he softly caressed Natasha's hips and stomach and enjoyed the feeling of her heated, oil-smooth skin against his while he tried to get his own breathing under control. Jesus, she was so fucking hot, just watching her sometimes brought him close to getting off, and this was one of these days.