When Clint rose to meet her the added leverage seemed to push him even deeper, eliciting a gasp from Natasha. His fingers, his voice, his hard cock pulsing inside of her... god, it felt amazing.

His words brought back an earlier conversation from days before, how he had said she was perfect to him. Neither of them were perfect, far from it, but they were perfect together, perfect for each other, and that was what really mattered. “Perfect fit,” she replied, watching the slow movement of his thumb and where they joined as she moved again, even higher this time. She paused then, deliberately clenching her muscles around him before taking him in again.