Sometimes Natasha thought that Clint knew her body, her needs, even better than she did, but it was more likely that they were just so in sync with what they wanted and enjoyed that what she needed was exactly what he wanted to give. As it was, she didn’t have to say anything when she was practically aching to feel him inside of her; he was already exploring every fold before diving in.
Bucking her up into him she clutched the material tighter, her other hand moving erratically before grabbing one of his and lacing their fingers together. Her foot on the floor tensed, lifting up to press her toes into the floor as she moaned his name. She knew he liked to hear her, liked it when she was loud, so she didn’t hold back, didn’t try to reign it in. She never had to with him, not in any situation. He wanted her, all of her, completely uninhibited, and she had grown to enjoy giving him exactly that more than she had ever thought possible.
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Date: 2013-09-17 10:46 pm (UTC)From:Bucking her up into him she clutched the material tighter, her other hand moving erratically before grabbing one of his and lacing their fingers together. Her foot on the floor tensed, lifting up to press her toes into the floor as she moaned his name. She knew he liked to hear her, liked it when she was loud, so she didn’t hold back, didn’t try to reign it in. She never had to with him, not in any situation. He wanted her, all of her, completely uninhibited, and she had grown to enjoy giving him exactly that more than she had ever thought possible.