Natasha let out a high, keening noise when Clint pushed his fingers back inside her, her body posing no resistance this time. She rocked faster against him, the screams he was emitting turning her on even further until she could no longer think, could just listen and feel and taste the salt on his skin.

He came screaming and without warning, and as she felt him twitching and spurting inside of her, his fingers never faltering in their rhythm, it wasn’t long before she followed him down, her body jerking against his, her fingernails digging into his back. She moaned and gasped, her muscles clenching around him, her body twitching until she finally collapsed against him, panting and trembling.