When Natasha started moving, Clint let her, staying still with the last of control he still had. Heat of desire radiated from her body onto his, their hips slick with sweat, with her juices, with oil, and every single twitch of her muscle he could feel on his skin where they pressed together. It was strangely exotic, warm, comfortable and just plain mind-blowing.
Slowly, with every of her moans and whispers, he began to lose his concern, feeling how very much ready she was, so good clamping around him. The feeling of her slight slick channel working him drove him absolutely mad with need. He'd never get tired of telling her how amazing she was.
He was close to lose it again for another second when he looked down at her and saw her all trembling and hiding her face, her hair a fiery mess around her sweat stained shoulders, while her beautiful slim body pressed so closely into his. He made a mental note to take the time to watch her like this more often, instead of losing himself in fucking her right away as this position mostly lead him to. She was breathtaking, all stretched and bending for him, waiting for him to give her pleasure.
He had made the lady wait long enough, definitely.
"Don't." Softly, he cupped her neck, trying to make her relax, look up, not shield her noises of lust anymore. "Want to hear you moan my name, beautiful."
Not even waiting for a reply, he answered the movements of her hips with his own, sighing and panting with every bit of friction. Even when he pulled back just the slightest bit, to push back into her firmly, it didn't feel any less overwhelming. Soon enough, he was grabbing the arm rest again for support, his whole body shivering.
"Oh, fuck. That want you want, red? Want me to fuck you hard and deep?"
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Date: 2013-10-30 04:07 pm (UTC)From:Slowly, with every of her moans and whispers, he began to lose his concern, feeling how very much ready she was, so good clamping around him. The feeling of her slight slick channel working him drove him absolutely mad with need.
He'd never get tired of telling her how amazing she was.
He was close to lose it again for another second when he looked down at her and saw her all trembling and hiding her face, her hair a fiery mess around her sweat stained shoulders, while her beautiful slim body pressed so closely into his. He made a mental note to take the time to watch her like this more often, instead of losing himself in fucking her right away as this position mostly lead him to. She was breathtaking, all stretched and bending for him, waiting for him to give her pleasure.
He had made the lady wait long enough, definitely.
"Don't."
Softly, he cupped her neck, trying to make her relax, look up, not shield her noises of lust anymore.
"Want to hear you moan my name, beautiful."
Not even waiting for a reply, he answered the movements of her hips with his own, sighing and panting with every bit of friction. Even when he pulled back just the slightest bit, to push back into her firmly, it didn't feel any less overwhelming. Soon enough, he was grabbing the arm rest again for support, his whole body shivering.
"Oh, fuck. That want you want, red? Want me to fuck you hard and deep?"