Maybe Clint hadn’t known but Natasha could tell how keyed up he was. He was focusing every bit of his concentration on making sure she was comfortable and prepared and wanting this as much as him, and when she finally saw that tension break she felt herself relax even more. They played off each other so well that oftentimes they unknowingly influenced how the other was feeling. When Clint was tense or worried it was difficult not to feel some of the same.

Now they were ready.

Smiling warmly at his whispered words and tender kisses, she watched his movements through half-lidded eyes as he finally positioned himself behind her. It wasn’t long, though, before his exploring fingers had her eyes fluttering closed, a low moan escaping her lips. She was done with the teasing, done waiting; she wanted him so bad her body was practically humming with desire, with the need to feel him inside of her.

Thankfully he didn’t keep her waiting for long.

She gasped and moaned loudly when he finally pushed into her, so much bigger than the toy and his fingers, but he stopped all too soon for her liking. She felt herself stretch around him, contract and relax again, and for all his caution she thought that maybe it was time she took the lead.

She moaned his name, long and low, as she pushed back against him, slowly and surely taking him in. “You’re so fucking big,” she panted. Of course that was no surprise considering how often she had had him in her hands, her mouth, her cunt, but this was different, something yet unexplored, and he felt so much bigger than he ever had before.

She continued to push back, her words fading into uncontrollable noises that grew closer to the screaming he had claimed he would win.