Everyone had their sensitive spots that, with even just a little attention, really turned them on, and one of Clint’s was clearly his neck. Natasha was definitely enjoying the power she had over him with every kiss and every nip, even though tonight wasn’t about that; as much as Clint was determined to put his own needs aside to give her as much pleasure as he could, her goal was to give herself over to him as completely as she dared. Yes, she could take control instantly in a hundred different ways, but she wanted to let him move her, instruct her, dominate her; she wanted to know what it felt like to put that much trust in another person.

She could always push him over and dominate the fuck out of him later.

His husky voice sent another thrill through her and she moaned against his neck when she felt the cold metal tube sliding inside of her, contrasting greatly with the warmth he had filled her with earlier. When he answered with a moan of his own and she felt him twitch against her, she laid the flat of her tongue over the small mark she had been making before placing the gentlest kiss on it. “You sure you don’t want to take care of that first?” she purred, trailing kisses down his neck before focusing on a spot just below his collar bone. Pressing back against him when his fingers got busy again, she gave his ass another squeeze. “Because I do believe I owe you one.” They could play the game of oneupmanship all night but in the end, honestly, they would both come out winners.