“What?” Natasha replied, feigning innocence. “It was a valid question, considering.” He was already so hard, so achingly ready, but simply questioning his ability and stamina seemed to do the trick and cool him off rather quickly. He never could back down when a challenge to prove himself was posed. Still, she pouted at him a little when he scootched back to put a little space between them; fortunately he made up for it by getting back on track and moving full steam ahead.

While one of Clint’s “on switches” was his neck, Natasha’s was definitely her ears, and she closed her eyes and shivered when he started to focus some attention there. She wasn’t sure which was hotter: what he was doing with his mouth, or his words, and she really didn’t have time to weigh them both and figure it out because he was continuing where he had left off with one finger sliding slowly into her. Pushing back into his hand, she ducked her head and rested it against his chest as her breathing quickened.

“Clint...” It was just a moan for now, but she had no doubt she would be screaming it soon enough. “I’m going to be so tight around you that you’ll barely be able to whimper mine...” Sliding her hand up his back under his shirt, she traced every contour she knew by heart. “More...”