With Natasha's clever tongue on certain sensitive spots it was too much of a challenge to hold completely still any longer. Clint felt himself pressing into the warm touch soon, the need for more, harder stimulation emerging that he usually liked to see as some kind of guilty pleasure. With Natasha he didn't need to hide such desires.
His hand had tightened its grip on her waist without him really realizing, pressing her closer into him again, their movements falling into a casual, still slow but common rhythm.
He was teasing her with the casual contractions of his muscles again, everytime he thrust his hips up and held her close to him, seeking touch of that one spot that would make her shiver and moan.
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Date: 2013-11-29 02:19 pm (UTC)From:His hand had tightened its grip on her waist without him really realizing, pressing her closer into him again, their movements falling into a casual, still slow but common rhythm.
He was teasing her with the casual contractions of his muscles again, everytime he thrust his hips up and held her close to him, seeking touch of that one spot that would make her shiver and moan.