He could have responded a million different ways, but the soft sweet kiss against her leg was perfect and she smiled a little in return, even as she drew her lip between her teeth again, though she didn’t bite down as she had before, instead just worrying it softly between her teeth.

Slumping back against the cushions as he withdrew his finger, Natasha kept her head propped against the arm and her eyes on Clint as she idly stroked her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t much of a breather, though, as his fingers were already busy elsewhere causing her to tremble and moan again. Her whole body felt hypersensitive, his every touch amplified, and she was not coming down off this high any time soon, not with his constant stroking and nibbling and that damn sexy note in his voice when he spoke. She noted the promise in the look he gave her and as tempting as it was to try to challenge him and thwart this little mission he had set himself on, she was far too gone at this point to make him really work for it. She was content for now in just giving herself over to him and letting herself enjoy every second of it without making this some sort of challenge.

“You make me so hot,” she breathed, fingernails scraping lightly over his scalp. No one had ever made her lose control like this, and more than that nobody else had ever made her want to.

Her fingers tightened in his hair at his words, her hips involuntarily pushing upwards to meet him as he thrust his tongue inside her again, deeper and harder, the vibration of his voice making her answer in kind. She licked her lips in anticipation as his fingers slid between her cheeks again, and she let out a long, low moan as he slowly pushed them inside her, her free hand clutching the material of the sweater again and pulling it up to just below her breasts before she slid her hand beneath it.

“Doesn’t have to be... just your fingers...” she panted between moans.