Natasha laughed against him and pressed another soft kissed to his chest. “Not doing too bad yourself, hotshot,” she replied in a deep, breathy tone that betrayed her own excitement, catching his nipple between her teeth again for another gentle bite. She wasn’t normally so quick to get this aroused, but the whole intimacy of the situation brought in a whole different level she hadn’t been prepared for but was glad to accept.

With every thrust she made a small noise of pleasure at the friction, Clint’s hand holding her flush against him right where she needed it. Her cries became longer and more frequent as the pace increased until he hit it just right and sent her toppling over.