Natasha retracted her hand at Clint’s request and helped as she could to finally get him out of those pants. It was so tempting to touch him now that he was free, to help rub the oil over his hard shaft, but she knew his limits and she knew that he was far too close to reaching them for her to touch him now. Instead she rubbed her hand over his back, replicating the comforting brush of his hand on her neck, while he prepared himself.
Only reluctantly did she let him move away, the sudden space between them sending a chill through her as the cold air hit her sweat soaked skin. It contrasted deliciously with the heat she felt where the blanket still covered them and she let out a quiet gasp.
Her legs trembled when she moved and she couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have made them so weak,” she teased, stealing another kiss before shifting over onto her stomach. No man had ever made her weak in the knees before, and it wasn’t just literally with his hands and his tongue, but figuratively as well, with his words and his adoration and the absolute care he took with her. It was impossible to remain strong and hardened against such pure, selfless love; she had tried and she had failed miserably.
That failure was the greatest gain in her life.
Pushing the blanket off, she got her hands under her and managed to push herself up to her hands and knees before lowering her upper body down again and leaving her ass up in the air, the sweater sliding up her back and leaving her exposed from the chest down. Turning her head to the side she rested it on folded arms and looked at him as she gave a little wiggle, a flirtatious smile on her lips. “Don’t let me get cold,” she teased.
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Date: 2013-10-27 06:14 pm (UTC)From:Only reluctantly did she let him move away, the sudden space between them sending a chill through her as the cold air hit her sweat soaked skin. It contrasted deliciously with the heat she felt where the blanket still covered them and she let out a quiet gasp.
Her legs trembled when she moved and she couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have made them so weak,” she teased, stealing another kiss before shifting over onto her stomach. No man had ever made her weak in the knees before, and it wasn’t just literally with his hands and his tongue, but figuratively as well, with his words and his adoration and the absolute care he took with her. It was impossible to remain strong and hardened against such pure, selfless love; she had tried and she had failed miserably.
That failure was the greatest gain in her life.
Pushing the blanket off, she got her hands under her and managed to push herself up to her hands and knees before lowering her upper body down again and leaving her ass up in the air, the sweater sliding up her back and leaving her exposed from the chest down. Turning her head to the side she rested it on folded arms and looked at him as she gave a little wiggle, a flirtatious smile on her lips. “Don’t let me get cold,” she teased.