Clint was about to protest - just a little - again, because while he certainly enjoyed Natasha's hands working his muscles into obedience, right now he wanted to feel them somewhere else.
His sex-addled brain caught up with her plan though, when she started leaning over him, and his head fell back on the pillow as a strangled moan came from his lips. Yep, she was going to kill him. Mercilessly, slowly, and in the best way possible.
He tried to keep his eyes on her face because she was the goddamn fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen, but damn... Being caught right in that valley between her wonderful breasts felt like heaven, and he shuddered helplessly underneath her. It was a little like being inside her, hot and goddamn glorious with her soft full curves all around him, a small bead of semen on her full lips and her eyes darkened with lust all trained on him.
He found half a thought to reach out to her and rest a trembling hand on her cheek, trying to tell her everything he was too turned to say right now. Just relaxing, that was something he didn't give in to often with Natasha in bed. He had always half a thought ready for worrying about her. But with this little special game she had him pretty much in her hand. It was easier for both of them, letting her do the work this time and just melt completely under her touch, and that didn't take long at all.
Soon he trembled heavily underneath her, with his head leaned back and his eyes tightly shut, breathless moans on his lips. He could feel her breathe, feel her heart beat fast against the taut, oversensitive skin of his straining erection, smell that scent in the air they were creating with lust and oil and sweat. Her skin and hair was just as soft against his hand as that smooth, exciting slide of her breasts squeezing him until he thought he would die of pleasure, and hopefully this wouldn't end too fast. It had been long since last he had felt that detached from everything, since he had been able to just lean back and enjoy and he was surprised how much he could do just that.
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Date: 2014-09-20 06:02 pm (UTC)From:His sex-addled brain caught up with her plan though, when she started leaning over him, and his head fell back on the pillow as a strangled moan came from his lips. Yep, she was going to kill him. Mercilessly, slowly, and in the best way possible.
He tried to keep his eyes on her face because she was the goddamn fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen, but damn... Being caught right in that valley between her wonderful breasts felt like heaven, and he shuddered helplessly underneath her. It was a little like being inside her, hot and goddamn glorious with her soft full curves all around him, a small bead of semen on her full lips and her eyes darkened with lust all trained on him.
He found half a thought to reach out to her and rest a trembling hand on her cheek, trying to tell her everything he was too turned to say right now. Just relaxing, that was something he didn't give in to often with Natasha in bed. He had always half a thought ready for worrying about her. But with this little special game she had him pretty much in her hand. It was easier for both of them, letting her do the work this time and just melt completely under her touch, and that didn't take long at all.
Soon he trembled heavily underneath her, with his head leaned back and his eyes tightly shut, breathless moans on his lips. He could feel her breathe, feel her heart beat fast against the taut, oversensitive skin of his straining erection, smell that scent in the air they were creating with lust and oil and sweat. Her skin and hair was just as soft against his hand as that smooth, exciting slide of her breasts squeezing him until he thought he would die of pleasure, and hopefully this wouldn't end too fast. It had been long since last he had felt that detached from everything, since he had been able to just lean back and enjoy and he was surprised how much he could do just that.
"Fuck... Nat... Feels so fucking good..."