The world was still reduced to that heavy boneless feeling of satisfaction, but somehow Natasha's gentle words made it through to Clint's brain anyway. His cheeks blushed a little because he didn't really know what to make of this kind of praise - it was her who had been doing all the work after all - and he made it to crack an eye open.
He had to bite his lip hard to not let out another moan at the perfectly debauched sight he was faced with. Caveman as it might be, sometimes he just really enjoyed seeing Natasha all covered in his come. He allowed himself a second to enjoy it, with a slightly fuzzy, rueful smile on his lips aimed both at her and the last dutiful twitch of his softening cock. Some things didn't leave you cold, even half a second after a mind-blowing orgasm.
When she moved for the corner of the towel, somehow he got his own hand moving that had fallen from her face to the mattress when his hormones had gone wild. The small extra towel he had brought was in reach, fortunately, because he didn't think he could have moved far right now. Very gently, carefully, he used it to help Natasha clean her skin and then put it away to rest his hands on her neck, softly caressing her.
When he took his other hand from the headboard to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he realized, amused, that the wooden form of the bars had left quite an impression on his palm. His coherent speech was still on holiday, so he didn't manage more than a croaked "Wow", but he hoped, Natasha would know it anyway how much he had enjoyed this.
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He had to bite his lip hard to not let out another moan at the perfectly debauched sight he was faced with. Caveman as it might be, sometimes he just really enjoyed seeing Natasha all covered in his come. He allowed himself a second to enjoy it, with a slightly fuzzy, rueful smile on his lips aimed both at her and the last dutiful twitch of his softening cock. Some things didn't leave you cold, even half a second after a mind-blowing orgasm.
When she moved for the corner of the towel, somehow he got his own hand moving that had fallen from her face to the mattress when his hormones had gone wild. The small extra towel he had brought was in reach, fortunately, because he didn't think he could have moved far right now. Very gently, carefully, he used it to help Natasha clean her skin and then put it away to rest his hands on her neck, softly caressing her.
When he took his other hand from the headboard to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he realized, amused, that the wooden form of the bars had left quite an impression on his palm. His coherent speech was still on holiday, so he didn't manage more than a croaked "Wow", but he hoped, Natasha would know it anyway how much he had enjoyed this.