Natasha wasn’t sure when the shift had happened either, but she figured it was probably somewhere between the mind-blowing orgasm and the realisation that he planned to put his own needs on hold until he pushed her over the edge at least once more. Of course all the dirty talk and the way he played her body like an instrument with his talented fingers and tongue didn’t hurt either.
She was glad he didn’t ask if she was sure; he was always so worried about pushing her too far and sometimes handled her a little too delicately, and it seemed to be a step in the right direction that he believed her and didn’t think she was doing this just to please him. They both still had some personal issues to work through, but they were slowly getting there.
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her back with equal fervor, his fingers going to work again. By the time they broke away they were both panting. Loosening her hold on his hair, she ran her fingers gently through it, a soft smile on her lips before she let out a noise that was close to a squeak at that last teasing lick.
“Hurry back,” Natasha replied, voice barely more than a whisper. This show of concern she would allow as it was completely founded being one of a physical nature rather than emotional.
Her skin was was hot but she felt the loss of that heat immediately when he moved from where he had been settled to comfortably between her legs. Shaking out the blanket he had given her, she spread it out over her before laying back on the sofa again, rolling over onto her side and closing her eyes as just pressing her thighs together sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth she smiled with nervous excitement for what was to come.
Hearing the quiet approach of Clint’s footsteps when he reentered the room she opened her eyes and threw back the blanket again to invite him in, her body already missing his touch. The kiss was fierce and demanding and completely in contrast to his gentle touch.
“Well you better believe it.” She nipped at his bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss right where her teeth had scraped him.
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Date: 2013-10-08 11:43 pm (UTC)From:She was glad he didn’t ask if she was sure; he was always so worried about pushing her too far and sometimes handled her a little too delicately, and it seemed to be a step in the right direction that he believed her and didn’t think she was doing this just to please him. They both still had some personal issues to work through, but they were slowly getting there.
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her back with equal fervor, his fingers going to work again. By the time they broke away they were both panting. Loosening her hold on his hair, she ran her fingers gently through it, a soft smile on her lips before she let out a noise that was close to a squeak at that last teasing lick.
“Hurry back,” Natasha replied, voice barely more than a whisper. This show of concern she would allow as it was completely founded being one of a physical nature rather than emotional.
Her skin was was hot but she felt the loss of that heat immediately when he moved from where he had been settled to comfortably between her legs. Shaking out the blanket he had given her, she spread it out over her before laying back on the sofa again, rolling over onto her side and closing her eyes as just pressing her thighs together sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth she smiled with nervous excitement for what was to come.
Hearing the quiet approach of Clint’s footsteps when he reentered the room she opened her eyes and threw back the blanket again to invite him in, her body already missing his touch. The kiss was fierce and demanding and completely in contrast to his gentle touch.
“Well you better believe it.” She nipped at his bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss right where her teeth had scraped him.