The noise Clint was making when Natasha sneaked her way inside his pants, going straight for his straining arousal, probably wasn't very manly, but he couldn't fucking care. She knew exactly how to touch him, knew that he wasn't far from exploding right in his pants, and was careful enough not to push him over that edge. He loved her a little for that because right now he really wanted to fuck her. He gave himself a moment to enjoy her touch, resting his head on the cushions, his fingers still softly, carefully working her. It was nice, hot and promising and he thought, maybe another day he would be perfectly satisfied with just getting her off like that, maybe while licking her to completion... But right now he badly needed to be inside of her.
"Hold on, beautiful." He leaned down to kiss her forehead again while he carefully pulled his hand back to wriggle his way out of his pants and reached for the oil again. Under other circumstances he'd have loved her to do what was left for preparation. But he couldn't trust his control anymore. So he just hurried with getting another big amount of oil onto his hand and quickly, clinically coated his rock hard cock all over, his eyes firmly shut with strain. He needed all discipline he had ever been taught for his job, for his body control, but somehow he made it not to just end this overwhelming pressure and heat in his groin with a few hard movements.
His other hand, a little stiff and itching from resting on that arm the whole time, still was caressing Natasha's neck, holding her close to his chest, while his body trembled against hers, demanding for release just like hers. So fucking close, he could just have taken her right here...
Not like that, though he was pretty sure, he could have made it work, but not now, not the first time. He wanted and needed to be in full control to take care of her the best way.
Taking a deep, hoarse breath, he moved away from her as much as he could without getting out of balance, his oil-slick hand gently massaging and caressing her leg, her ass.
"It's easier when you get on your knees, beautiful."
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He loved her a little for that because right now he really wanted to fuck her. He gave himself a moment to enjoy her touch, resting his head on the cushions, his fingers still softly, carefully working her.
It was nice, hot and promising and he thought, maybe another day he would be perfectly satisfied with just getting her off like that, maybe while licking her to completion... But right now he badly needed to be inside of her.
"Hold on, beautiful."
He leaned down to kiss her forehead again while he carefully pulled his hand back to wriggle his way out of his pants and reached for the oil again. Under other circumstances he'd have loved her to do what was left for preparation. But he couldn't trust his control anymore.
So he just hurried with getting another big amount of oil onto his hand and quickly, clinically coated his rock hard cock all over, his eyes firmly shut with strain. He needed all discipline he had ever been taught for his job, for his body control, but somehow he made it not to just end this overwhelming pressure and heat in his groin with a few hard movements.
His other hand, a little stiff and itching from resting on that arm the whole time, still was caressing Natasha's neck, holding her close to his chest, while his body trembled against hers, demanding for release just like hers. So fucking close, he could just have taken her right here...
Not like that, though he was pretty sure, he could have made it work, but not now, not the first time. He wanted and needed to be in full control to take care of her the best way.
Taking a deep, hoarse breath, he moved away from her as much as he could without getting out of balance, his oil-slick hand gently massaging and caressing her leg, her ass.
"It's easier when you get on your knees, beautiful."