Raising her head to meet his eyes, she felt his smile warm her right down to her toes. Natasha wasn’t the one to throw around the term ‘perfect’, as it was an idealistic notion that didn’t exist, but she was pretty sure that this moment was about as close to perfect as it could possibly be. This was the closeness she had wanted, feeling him against her, around her, inside of her until it was almost impossible to distinguish where she ended and he began. They fit perfectly together in every way, like they were made for each other, just as Clint had said, and she wouldn’t change any of it for the world.
Her lips moved gently over his skin and she let out a soft noise when he arched his hips into her. It was slow, wonderful torture, the subtle movements and soft touches, but she didn’t want to rush it, didn’t want it hard and fast this time. This was something different and she wanted to savour every moment.
Rotating her hips in slow circles, she imitated the movement with her tongue around one of his taut nipples, a hand laying over his heart in an almost comforting manner as she felt him tremble beneath her.
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Date: 2013-11-28 11:46 pm (UTC)From:Her lips moved gently over his skin and she let out a soft noise when he arched his hips into her. It was slow, wonderful torture, the subtle movements and soft touches, but she didn’t want to rush it, didn’t want it hard and fast this time. This was something different and she wanted to savour every moment.
Rotating her hips in slow circles, she imitated the movement with her tongue around one of his taut nipples, a hand laying over his heart in an almost comforting manner as she felt him tremble beneath her.