She suddenly felt empty when he withdrew both his fingers and his tongue, and she let out a soft mewl of disappointment. He didn’t pull away completely, though; he continued his teasing and caressing so she was pretty sure she hadn’t said the wrong thing.

Raising her head and fixing her eyes on him, she watched his every reaction, from his panting breath to the almost wild look in his eyes, but when he couldn’t keep from touching himself for any longer, she knew she had said exactly the right thing.

Grinning almost wickedly at him, Natasha got one hand behind her and pushed herself up, bending at the waist so her lower half barely moved; fortunately she was very flexible. Tightening her fingers in Clint’s hair, she pulled his head back back just a little rougher than necessary and crushed her lips against his. It had been far too long since she’d kissed him and the taste of herself on his tongue, the slick feel of her juices all over him, made her growl in an almost animalistic way. Breathing heavily when she broke the kiss, she held his eyes in her fierce gaze. “I want to feel your big cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me in the ass until we both come apart,” she said, her voice deep and ragged. There was no putting on a sultry mask for Clint, there was only raw honesty.