Clint Barton was always one to do what the lady asked, especially when Natasha was talking to him in this incredibly turned on, needy tone.

There was enough oil left and his former administrations had been thorough enough, so he could easily, still careful enough, slip two fingertips inside her tight heat, going with both their frantic rhythm.

The additional pressure turned his aroused moans into noises much closer to screams of pleasure. For a few seconds he lost himself completely in the perfect sensation of sweet wetness enclosing him, of Natasha's perfect lithe body moving on top of him and the wild expression of lust in her darkened eyes.

The burning in his loins exploded with not even the slightest chance of stopping himself as he was pumping up into her, spending himself inside of her. His fingers kept on fucking her with tight but still controlled movements, listening to signs of her body as good as his attention still allowed.

His head dropped onto her shoulder and his arm around her waist held her close, as close as possible while the waves of lust washed high around them.