Relieved that he hadn't made it to offend her with all the naughty conversation, Clint decided to take his chances a little further. He guided Natasha's hand upwards to one of her breasts and left it there. Slowly, gently at first, he began twisting and pressing her other nipple through the layers of the sweater, his eyes still firmly holding her gaze asking her to do same.
The violent shivers and moans from her body made it nearly impossible to stay still much longer. He loved the way, her cheeks, her skin all the way down to where the hoodie blocked his sight, was flushed with arousal, the smell of salt and her growing lust heavy in the air.
There was no overthinking, in such moments, no reservations, just the affection and trust he could see in her eyes, and the anticipation of more... and he certainly didn't intend to disappoint her.
There had been affairs in the past, mainly between the time in the circus and S.H.I.E.L.D., but he couldn't remember any of this woman - or one very drunk day, that one guy - giving him that much pleasure. And surely not just by giving herself over to him, by responding to him like his hands weren't made to kill. Like none of them would have ever have had to seduce a mark for the good of the mission. There was no S.H.I.E.L.D. in here and no past.
Just Natasha's beautiful moans, the throbbing desire deep down in his guts and the patience to put that aside the whole night, just to have Natasha revel in this beautiful, blissful state of mind.
His fingertips caressing and massaging her damp folds, slowly slid back into her wetness when her breath grew even faster, even more uncontrolled. Soon he was back to rubbing her sweet spot in slow, deep strokes just watching her and moaning her name when he could feel herself respond even more to him.
"Keep touching yourself. Want to feel you come all over my hand, beautiful."
With that, he lowered his head back to her body and sucked the little swollen bud of her lust back between his lips, while his hands continued their work.
no subject
Relieved that he hadn't made it to offend her with all the naughty conversation, Clint decided to take his chances a little further. He guided Natasha's hand upwards to one of her breasts and left it there. Slowly, gently at first, he began twisting and pressing her other nipple through the layers of the sweater, his eyes still firmly holding her gaze asking her to do same.
The violent shivers and moans from her body made it nearly impossible to stay still much longer. He loved the way, her cheeks, her skin all the way down to where the hoodie blocked his sight, was flushed with arousal, the smell of salt and her growing lust heavy in the air.
There was no overthinking, in such moments, no reservations, just the affection and trust he could see in her eyes, and the anticipation of more... and he certainly didn't intend to disappoint her.
There had been affairs in the past, mainly between the time in the circus and S.H.I.E.L.D., but he couldn't remember any of this woman - or one very drunk day, that one guy - giving him that much pleasure. And surely not just by giving herself over to him, by responding to him like his hands weren't made to kill. Like none of them would have ever have had to seduce a mark for the good of the mission. There was no S.H.I.E.L.D. in here and no past.
Just Natasha's beautiful moans, the throbbing desire deep down in his guts and the patience to put that aside the whole night, just to have Natasha revel in this beautiful, blissful state of mind.
His fingertips caressing and massaging her damp folds, slowly slid back into her wetness when her breath grew even faster, even more uncontrolled. Soon he was back to rubbing her sweet spot in slow, deep strokes just watching her and moaning her name when he could feel herself respond even more to him.
"Keep touching yourself. Want to feel you come all over my hand, beautiful."
With that, he lowered his head back to her body and sucked the little swollen bud of her lust back between his lips, while his hands continued their work.