Clint enjoyed the sudden tenderness of her touch with half-closed eyes and a soft smile. Something embarrassingly close to a purr came from his mouth before he quickly bit his lower lip, not surprised to find it sensitive from their very... passionate kissing. Which happened to be his favorite kind of pain.

He was thankful for the moment of calmness, just breathing and enjoying for a few seconds, both the way their bodies fit perfectly into each other, and the way Natasha looked at him. Sometimes there was this certain look, like he was all that mattered to her in this world, and in nights like this they could allow themselves such dangerous notions.

He pulled back from his gentle stimulation for the moment and just kept his hand softly on Natasha's perfect ass while the other gently caressed up and down her back, giving her all time in the world until she would feel like moving again. They weren't in a hurry.

Her eyes were dark with lust and shining with emotion, and he was afraid to blink because he didn't want to miss a second of this certain look. They were still both too fucking turned on to breathe right, but just for this little private minute between them it didn't matter, or only to the extend of how fucking good and right she felt against him, around him, in his arms. Really not a punishment, just enjoying this for a while.

"As slow as you need, beautiful", he whispered back, surprised at how much raw emotion there was in his own voice.