Clint's body decided for him, he really didn't need any more confirmation than Natasha's last aroused whisper, and his mind surrendered. His brain would probably have gone on overload from all the sensation if he had dragged this out any longer. And now that he could be sure, he wouldn't hurt Natasha, he concentrated all the more on making her feel good.
His first deeper thrust was still a little shy, while the moan coming with it was all the more louder. Her muscles were working him from tip to base, and he thought, he could easily come from just that, from just being inside her.
It was far too good to make it that easy. He concentrated on putting up speed instead, one of his hands resting on her hip to steady her, hold her in place and keep the last bit of control.
The other answered her touch, knuckles playfully brushing her lips, showing her that he had no objection at all if she continued that little game of her teeth and lips. If she kept on working him so hard that every single push inside of her felt like the first, his cock painfully throbbing from too long held back lust... Then he would end with more than one bite mark by his own teeth on his skin.
He kept his eyes on her face, the beautiful grimace of pleasure she let him see, and the unmistakable expression gave him more courage by the second. She was letting go, more than in many other nights before, all from only having his cock inside of her. From this intimate position, from everything they had done before... It was so much more than even all the words they had exchanged earlier. She was everything she couldn't be with other people around him. Watching her like this actually brought him closer to lose it than just being inside of her.
A moan close enough to a whine came from his lips, and only now he realized he had started melting into her body much faster, halfway pulling out with every push now. What still remained of his clothes on his body was soaked with sweat. The overwhelming sexiness of her pussy pressing against his heavy balls again and again didn't exactly help. A sweet naughty sound accompanied every time their hips met, speaking of Natasha's lust. Clint couldn't resist pause for a long moment, his hand on Natasha's thigh pulling her as close as possible, to dwell in this hot feeling of her wetness, soaking him without being even inside of her. Then he let go off her leg enough to push two of his fingertips along her hot mound, finding her clit and rubbing over it slowly, tightly.
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And now that he could be sure, he wouldn't hurt Natasha, he concentrated all the more on making her feel good.
His first deeper thrust was still a little shy, while the moan coming with it was all the more louder. Her muscles were working him from tip to base, and he thought, he could easily come from just that, from just being inside her.
It was far too good to make it that easy. He concentrated on putting up speed instead, one of his hands resting on her hip to steady her, hold her in place and keep the last bit of control.
The other answered her touch, knuckles playfully brushing her lips, showing her that he had no objection at all if she continued that little game of her teeth and lips.
If she kept on working him so hard that every single push inside of her felt like the first, his cock painfully throbbing from too long held back lust... Then he would end with more than one bite mark by his own teeth on his skin.
He kept his eyes on her face, the beautiful grimace of pleasure she let him see, and the unmistakable expression gave him more courage by the second. She was letting go, more than in many other nights before, all from only having his cock inside of her. From this intimate position, from everything they had done before...
It was so much more than even all the words they had exchanged earlier. She was everything she couldn't be with other people around him. Watching her like this actually brought him closer to lose it than just being inside of her.
A moan close enough to a whine came from his lips, and only now he realized he had started melting into her body much faster, halfway pulling out with every push now. What still remained of his clothes on his body was soaked with sweat. The overwhelming sexiness of her pussy pressing against his heavy balls again and again didn't exactly help.
A sweet naughty sound accompanied every time their hips met, speaking of Natasha's lust. Clint couldn't resist pause for a long moment, his hand on Natasha's thigh pulling her as close as possible, to dwell in this hot feeling of her wetness, soaking him without being even inside of her. Then he let go off her leg enough to push two of his fingertips along her hot mound, finding her clit and rubbing over it slowly, tightly.