As well as Clint thought to know Natasha, sometimes she still caught him by surprise. He was all but gone the second she used her teeth on him, the sharp adrenaline pumping the last needed bit of heat right to his loins. And when her muscles squeezed down on him deliberately, it was him to scream out in pleasure.

His mind whitening out with arousal, he let instinct take over, the well-known feeling of his balls tightening up hard against his body, and moved away from Natasha just enough to thrust back into her quickly, as hard as possible, while his fingers on her clit worked the sensitive bud the way he knew her to need it. Precise, hard, carefully holding her in place when the lust threatened to overwhelm her and she unconsciously tried to escape his administrations.

"Fuck, Tash'... God, yes."

He thought, he probably said - or more screamed - her name once more, a second later, when he came deep inside her. Just the feeling of it, of being buried like that in her perfect tight heat and spilling his lust like that, drawing the orgasm out like he had seldom felt it before. His body was shaking heavily and it was probably just hers so close to him holding him upright, while he still had his hand on her, doing his best to take her with him.