It was a little stunt act, getting another good amount of oil out of that bottle with his heavy trembling hand, under the cover, without spilling everything. It was a good thing, Clint was kind of skilled with his hands. Until he slowy, softly reached back between Natasha's widely spread legs, their little toy had already slipped halfway out of her ever growing wetness, all but slipping into his palm and the quick thorough movements of his fingers, slicking it up.
His other hand never stopped stroking Natasha's neck and back, kneading through the mess of her hair and softly massaging the back of her neck to make her relax into his arms even more. Watching her just wait for what he wanted to do to her, her body so close to his, in the most intimate embrace, wasn't just arousing. It confirmed what she had finally brought herself to tell him tonight. His heart ached with the joy and relief of their deepened bond.
There would still always be situations when they would have to use their bodies in their jobs, play parts they both hated, but this, all of this... All of her lust, her trust, the want in her voice and thick smell of her lust dazzling his senses, that was for him. He very much doubted she would ever do this with someone else. Where he maybe should feel pride, it was only affection, tenderness, thankfulness flowing through him.
People like them didn't have much they could call their home.
His lips rested softly on her forehead, his breath quick and hot on her skin when he brought the toy to where his hand had been before, teasing her still oiled and slick opening shorty with his fingertips again. He took his time, making sure she wasn't tensing up, before he slowly started easing the tube inside her. It wasn't hard at all, two of his fingers were thicker than this. Yet he stopped before it was even half way in, giving her time to feel it, to get used to it, just holding the toy steady where it was.
"Move a little for me, red? Take it in, slowly, learn how to relax."
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Date: 2013-10-23 06:34 pm (UTC)From:His other hand never stopped stroking Natasha's neck and back, kneading through the mess of her hair and softly massaging the back of her neck to make her relax into his arms even more.
Watching her just wait for what he wanted to do to her, her body so close to his, in the most intimate embrace, wasn't just arousing. It confirmed what she had finally brought herself to tell him tonight. His heart ached with the joy and relief of their deepened bond.
There would still always be situations when they would have to use their bodies in their jobs, play parts they both hated, but this, all of this... All of her lust, her trust, the want in her voice and thick smell of her lust dazzling his senses, that was for him. He very much doubted she would ever do this with someone else. Where he maybe should feel pride, it was only affection, tenderness, thankfulness flowing through him.
People like them didn't have much they could call their home.
His lips rested softly on her forehead, his breath quick and hot on her skin when he brought the toy to where his hand had been before, teasing her still oiled and slick opening shorty with his fingertips again. He took his time, making sure she wasn't tensing up, before he slowly started easing the tube inside her. It wasn't hard at all, two of his fingers were thicker than this. Yet he stopped before it was even half way in, giving her time to feel it, to get used to it, just holding the toy steady where it was.
"Move a little for me, red? Take it in, slowly, learn how to relax."