study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

She could definitely feel him pressed against her, could imagine how hard he was through all those layers of clothing, and it took all of her willpower to not reach for him. She loved how he could almost get off just seeing how much pleasure he was giving her, and she loved just how much he seemed to enjoy taking care of her needs. Most men weren’t so generous and attentive. The way he sweetly held her head to protect her was almost too much. She would make definite sure to make it up to him later.

Natasha certainly wasn’t one for public displays, preferring to keep her private life very private, but there was something enticing about the idea that they could get caught, though she trusted Clint enough to know that they wouldn’t

This tongue on her ear accompanied by that sexy murmur of his made her shiver and bite her lip. When he finally slipped a finger inside her and worked her fast and deep she bit down hard enough to draw blood. “So... so close,” she gasped, trembling against him. Sliding her hand from his shoulder and down his chest, she kept going lowers until she could squeeze his cock through his jeans.

"Fuck..."
Her hand suddenly on him, when he had thought her to be far too much gone for like that, was nearly too much. Clint threw his head back, grinding his teeth, doing his best to think of Fury's bad hair face on a hangover morning. Or he probably would have come in his pants immediately.
Damn, Natasha just knew exactly how to touch him, even through two layers of clothes. It took all his willpower not to rip open his jeans shove hers down here and now.

As much as the thought of being buried in her sweet warmth left his cock aching... There was still a little remaining risk. And he had a funny feeling, his tenants wouldn't quite respect him anymore, if they caught his naked ass in the middle of the hallway.

So he focused on Natasha's breathless whimper instead, on her relief that was as much his own. He seemed to do a good job with that at least.

She was lost in her arousal more by the second, in fact so much she was starting to hurt herself. That definitely was not the plan.

"Careful, honey, I've got plans for those."
He brought his lips back to hers, shortly licking that one sensitive spot her teeth had left, before his tongue plunged her mouth. His groans of pleasure vibrated in their kiss when she worked his most sensitive part so damn good.

He was fast to return the favor, a second finger slipping inside her delicious heat, with the first staying right were it was. For all her tightness - which didn't exactly help the state of his rock hard cock - there was not a hint of resistance. He probably shouldn't be as immaturely proud of it as he was.
"God, I love it when you're so hot, Tash'."

He withdrew from her lips to watch her, his hips now bucking against her hand without his will, when he saw her beautiful green eyes darkened with lust.

In nights like this she was his, no roles, no faces, no faking, and that was when she was most stunning. Especially now, with her hair untidy and the color of her cheeks battling a hint of rouge on her skin.
Before the night would be over she would be even more a mess and he loved it because it was for him. Just the two of them, raw and pure, far from any rules and distance. In such moments, he sometimes thought, this was what a happy normal life felt like.

It would be even more perfect once he got all these clothes off her, though. So he stopped teasing her, wanting her away from here and in that bath he had promised her.
His fingers started circling and scissoring inside her, pressing against that one sensitive spot again and again, while he brought the hardened pad of his thumb back right to her clit. He followed every movement of her hips when the overtaking heat left her pressing against him and moving away in turn, driving her past this point without mercy.

She was getting to him. With just one touch he was close as well, a fact she would have found very satisfying if she hadn’t already been so far gone herself. She was grateful for the kiss, though; the coppery taste of blood soon washed away leaving only the remnants of coffee they’d had with desert, and as she deepened the kiss, her hand still moving against him, her moans mixed with his own.

Whimpering against his lips when he slipped another finger inside her, she was panting heavily when he pulled back to look at her. She met his eyes completely unabashed, stilling her movements a moment. “Only for you,” Natasha said, holding his heated gaze a moment longer before his motions caused her eyes to flutter closed. Throwing her head back with a deep moan she had to give up her goal of getting him off as well so that she could cling to his shoulders with both hands; her knees felt so weak she thought she might collapse otherwise, though she knew Clint would never let that happen. He would never let her fall, he would always catch her.

When she finally reached her climax she buried her face against his chest to try to muffle her cries before she dissolved into incoherent mumblings in Russian, punctuated sporadically with his name. Bucking and trembling against him, she fisted the material of his shirt in her hands as she tried to catch her breath.

Clint held Natasha softly against his chest, his fingers kneading through her hair, trying to catch his own breath. Not exactly easy with a moaning hot redhead pressing against him, but her pleasure always came first, as simple as that.

And he knew her well enough to remember she always needed this time to find back to reality, regain her composure after she had given herself over to him for just a few seconds. He would always be there to take care of her until she did, until she felt comfortable with herself and her surroundings again.

So he rested inside her without moving until he could feel her calm down slowly and gently pressed his lips against her forehead when he moved his hand away from her. It took him some effort for she was still hot and trembling against him, but this was something they would continue upstairs.

And the pictures of his girl coming in his arms right in the middle of the floor were enough of a memory to behold for every lonely to mission to come.

"I don't think my Russian is good enough for whatever that was", he chuckled softly.
Not really what he wanted to say. Sometimes he wanted to ask her if she even knew how how beautiful she was like that. She probably heard compliments too often to enjoy them and he had never been much of a great talker.

He gave her all the time she needed to level out but couldn't resist bringing his hand to his lips to lick her juices off his skin, groaning quietly when that urge came back to bury his face between her legs right away, get more of this. After.

"I think that bath is waiting for us, beautiful."

It took her a few minutes to come down, to get the ground settled under he feet again, and while she wasn’t aware of much in that time she was aware of Clint’s hand stroking her hair softly, and his fingers still deep inside her, though relaxed now. She wasn’t a woman who was truly afraid of much, but it was here, in his arms, that she felt safest.

Smiling at the gentle kiss, recompense for the loss of his hand against her and inside her, she lifted her head to peer up at him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll translate later,” she teased. She felt weightless, relaxed, complete. Resting her head against his chest a moment longer, she looked up at him again when she heard that little groan, one eyebrow raising when she caught what he was doing. Her eyes flashed as she looked from his slick hand to those lips; there was just something really arousing about the action, and just how it was effecting him. Just like he couldn’t resist a taste neither could she, and pressing a brief kiss to his lips she ran her tongue along them, smiling against his mouth as she tasted herself on him.

“Then we better go upstairs,” she said. Reluctantly stepping back from him, she let him retrieve his coat while she focused a little harder than should have been necessary to button her pants up again, her hands still a bit shaky as she tried to work the buttons.

"Let me."
Seeing her fumbling with her jeans was just a bit confusing and flattering- either she was really freezing now or this had been better an encounter than he had thought.
Biting back a grin he stepped back closer to her to make quick work of these buttons, his thumbs ever so slightly nudging her flesh while he worked his way up to tease her. He had to fight back the urge to just rip this damn piece of clothe off her even harder.
The way she had just kissed him, her taste sweet and promising in his mouth, was nearly enough to break his own privacy rules.

Before he could get too tempted, he made a beeline to these stairs, feeling like a teenager yet again when he was searching all his pockets for these damn keys.

"I swear I'll break this door if I lost them somewhere", he muttered, under his breath, more impatient by the second. But then finally pulled the item in demand out of an inside pocket, a triumphant grin on his lips.

"Don't... look too closely, okay?"

He shrugged sheepishly when he opened the door for her. He had been here in the morning, shortly, before they had met, to get some air in here and dust his way around, but the apartment looked perfectly like belonging to a man who spent most of his days traveling or on a huge floating boat.

It was actually a little of both. It had certainly been an amazing encounter, and now that she wasn’t pressed against him she felt cold all over again, a quick reminder that they were both soaked to the bone.

Giving Clint a half-hearted glare at his teasing, Natasha was tempted to batt his hands away and finish up herself, but she took note of the look in his eyes, the bulge in his pants, and knew he wasn’t doing himself any favours either. If he wanted to push himself to his limits right here in the hallway then why should she stop him? When he finished she was grinning at him, but he barely gave her a look as he immediately headed for the stairs.

She kept up with him easily, though he was just shy of flat out running up each flight, and when they reached the door she bit her lip to hold back a laugh as he frantically searched his pockets for his keys. It didn’t help to hold back her wide smile, though, especially when she caught his muttered words. “Why the hurry?” Natasha asked, putting on an innocent expression.

When he finally produced the keys and let her in, she stepped in slowly and glanced around. The fact that he still cared what she might think of him if she found his place untidy was endearing. “As long as the bathtub is clean who cares about the rest?” She threw a look back over her shoulder at him as she slipped off her jacket and tossed it his way.

The way Natasha smiled at his impatience, under different circumstances might have make him feel ashamed. But remembering how very much wound up she had been herself just a few minutes ago... In a night like this, acting young and silly wasn't so bad.

So he grinned back over his shoulder instead of pouting, making haste of losing his jacket and throwing it somewhere near the wardrobe, followed by his boots.

"You'd rather have me tell you all the things I'm gonna do to you tonight for another hour? That can be arranged..."

A most innocent whistle on his lips, he made his way to the bathroom to turn the water on, more glad than ever he had taken a few moments to clean up in here in the morning.

The apartment wouldn't win a medal for tidiness but you didn't step on pizza boxes or arrow tools anymore. And he was indeed a little proud of the work he had especially put in the sanitary stuff. He never cared much for where and how he slept- he hardly got any, anyway. But a broad tub with a retractable tray for a fast snack right over it, and a radio in reach, that could probably be called a guilty pleasure.

While the water flowed in, he made it a show to peel his shirt of his body slowly, stretching a little more than necessary, before he turned back to Natasha, just to find hers very... beneficially soaked through.
"Oompf."
So much for teasing. Right away he felt like opening his jeans and pumping himself to his release again. Fuck, this was not going to last long.

"You should get rid of that before you catch a cold." He really tried but he couldn't take his eyes from the way her beautiful breasts peered through the thin material.

Raising an eyebrow at his reply, Natasha shook her head. “You wouldn’t last another hour,” she pointed out as she bent to zip off her boots. He had left her completely satisfied just a few minutes ago, but he had yet to get any satisfaction, and considering how hasty he was moving now she had the feeling it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge.

Folding her arms across her stomach to ward off the chill, she followed Clint to the bathroom, waiting in the doorway as he started the water running and watching appreciatively as he stripped off his wet shirt. She had seen more muscular men in her life, but she still swore that Clint had the most perfect body she had ever seen. Too muscular wasn’t nearly as attractive, and she loved that he had a bit of softness to him while still being incredibly fit. Then, of course, there were his arms that just constantly begged to be touched.

Unabashedly admiring his upper body, Natasha’s eyes shot up to his face at the noise before trailing down to her own chest. It was very obvious that she was cold, that was for sure, and the soaked shirt only emphasized that point. Or points, as the case may be. Looking back up at him she grinned teasingly and approached him, moving slowly like a cat stalking its prey. She didn’t stop until she was directly in front of him.

“My hands are still pretty shaky,” she said, injecting a pitiful note into her voice. Placing her cold fingers on his abs she slowly slid her hands up over his chest, his shoulders, before continuing upward until she held them over her head. “Maybe you should help me take it off.”

"I have an idea or two about how to warm you."

A man could only take that much teasing. Especially when Natasha's still slightly cool fingers sent the sweetest of shivers over his skin and her delicious rack was close enough to get all kinds of ideas.

Clint decided, he definitely needed to take a closer look at that. He sat down on the tub edge to get Natasha's pants off her body first, along with her panties, pulling them down enough for her to step out of both.
It was quite a challenge, leaning back up without burying his face right away there where he could see and smell her still wet, but she was in fact cold, and her concern for her came first.

So he settled for pulling her closer, ignoring the rest of his own wet clothes in favor for running his hands softly up her back, taking her shirt with him. After years of practice it took him just a short finger snip to open her bra. And then he finally had her with him the way he loved to see her most.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

A deep content sigh came from his mouth, a soft smile following when his eyes raked up and down her nude form, everything he had memorized so well and still could never get tired of seeing. His hands were already busy rubbing her back and her thighs to get some warmth back in her skin, although seeing her like that made it nearly impossible to resist her looks.

In a moment. Right now, no matter how painfully aroused he still felt, he just wanted to look at her.

"Feeling better?"

Natasha slowly lowered her arms to rest on the top of her head when Clint didn’t take the bait right away. Of course he had his own ideas to play with, and she watched him curiously as he sat on the edge of the tub. She put up no resistance when he made quick work of her pants, and stepped gracefully out of them, a shiver running through her as the air touched her skin.

She let him pull her closer, just barely resisting burying her hands in his hair before he could remove the rest of her clothes. When she was standing in front of him, naked, she drank in every nuance of his expression as he took in every inch of her body. Many men had looked at her with some combination of love and lust over the years, but none of them had ever looked at her quite the way Clint did. He looked at her like she was something precious, like he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life, like he could stare at her forever and never get tired of the view. When most men stared at her it made her feel annoyed, sometimes dirty, but when Clint looked at her the way he was now she felt truly beautiful.

Resting her hands on his shoulders for support as he rubbed the heat and life back into her body Natasha nodded slowly. “Starting to,” she said.

"Hang on."

Reluctantly, he let her go just long enough to get rid off his jeans, leaving his underwear where it was for now. He was still so fucking hot for her, it wasn't easy to gather his thoughts, but maybe he didn't need any right now.

Maybe it was enough, just the way she looked at him, with her cheeks flushed, her skin still shivering. She was stunningly beautiful standing there in the middle of his bathroom, all pale skin against dark piles, and that flame of her hair so beautiful, even when wet...
And even more important: She was just here now, on her free will, wearing none of her masks. Just plain Natasha, with him, in this cheap hole, with a man who easily kept up with her when it came to psychoses. She could be anywhere right now. She wasn't.

The need suddenly was overwhelming to feel her close, and adrenaline sure was not the main concern right now. So Clint pulled her closer gently until she came to sit on his thigh, his arms tightly embracing her upper body to continue rubbing and messaging her back while he buried his face softly on her shoulder. They had a few minutes before the water would be ready, and he was perfectly happy with where he was right now.

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Natasha stood back while Clint shed his jeans, and now it was her turn to stare. Really, his underwear did very little to hide how hard he was, nor did it leave much to the imagination in regards to his rather impressive package, not that she needed her imagination. She had her memories, after all.

Then he was right back to raking his eyes over every inch of her again, and Natasha was lucky she was as confident in her body as she was. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit self conscious under his heated gaze, though she gave no indication of it. If he wanted to look then she was perfectly happy to let him, and even stretched a little to show off her assets to their best advantage. It was amazing how good he could make her feel just by the way he watched her.

She let him pull her close again, and lowered herself to sit on his leg when he tugged her gently down. Her brow furrowed when he held her so tightly, and even though he kept rubbing the warmth back into her skin she knew there was more to it than that. As was their way, though, she said nothing, just held him back just as tight, hands moving over his shoulder and back, feeling the chill on his skin. “Mm, much warmer now,” she said quietly, running one hand up into his hair as she turned her head to press a light kiss to his temple.

"I love it when a plan works out."

Clint hid the last of his melancholy in a playful wink, forcefully shoving away what he really wanted to tell her. How much he wished it could always be that way. That would never happen with the way they lived, and he had long brought himself to accept that.

Still he couldn't resist taking another long look at her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek where the warmth of the heating air had spread, and these full lips that haunted him at night. He couldn't keep her, never, and he shouldn't want to. Natasha didn't belong to anyone, that wasn't her. He'd just have to settle with making every second of this night memorable and take them with him after the next good-bye.

Two of his knuckles softly grasping her chin, he pulled her closer for a kiss but stopped for another whisper, too quiet hopefully to be heard over the swooshing of the water.

"I just love you too fucking much, you know."

Natasha could see something lingering behind his eyes, behind the playfulness he put forward, but she said nothing about it, not sure she was prepared to face it herself.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes watching his as he studied her face, lingering on her lips. She parted them slightly, drawing in a breath, and her hand rand up his arm to lightly encircle his wrist. She had seen people look at the most esteemed artworks in the world with less reverence and emotion than Clint was looking at her with right now.

Closing her eyes when he pulled her in for another kiss, she almost protested when he stopped just short. The words were quiet but she still heard them and they made her heart ache. Did he know that she felt the same? Did he know, without her saying it, just how much she love him too? That she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else, more than she ever thought possible to love another person?

“I know,” she whispered just as quietly before finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to his. She poured everything she was into the kiss, everything she felt, hoping she could make him feel the thing she had yet to bring herself to say. Someday she would, but it had to be real, not just a response to his proclamation. It had to be a moment when she felt it so strongly she could barely contain it. She had had those moments before, but next time she wouldn’t let them pass by silently.

The uncertainty and sorrow gleamed in Natasha's eyes before he had even finished his sentence or their lips met, and Clint silently cursed. Shouldn't he know better by now? He wanted to make this night good, special for her. Making her shy away from words that she just couldn't tell him, did not qualify as that.

He did his best to show her it didn't matter, not as long as she was here and kissing him like she meant it. Not just devouring his mouth to turn him on - though a naked Natasha in his lap was certainly not helping his erection - but taking the time they had so seldom. Tonight she had it and she was with him. Really, there wasn't much more she needed to do to make him happy.

Soon his hand was back on her neck to knead through her hair, softly loosening her still wet curls, while he enjoyed just her tongue dancing along his, the way she used to bite his lip. The way she smiled against his lips when he tickled that one sensitive spot on her waist, to make her forget that damn one moment. This was something he never got tired of, no matter how badly he wanted her. Just her lips and her overwhelming soft skin, wherever he touched her, covering the strength underneath that answered him, when he gently massaged her thigh.

One of them actually thought of turning the water off somewhere in between, right before things could get too close again. After a few minutes more of just getting lost, shutting his thoughts out, Clint felt relaxed enough to softly move her away from him.

"You want to...?" He nodded inside, a rueful grin on his lips. "I can't promise, I'll not be having second thoughts when I have that hot ass of yours right in front of me."

He was very good at pretending it didn’t matter, but deep down Natasha knew it did, knew it had to. How many times could one person tell another he loved her without hearing it back without having that love die a little? Or at least without having it hurt?

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders again she pulled him close, trying to tell him with her embrace and her kiss, hoping that he understood. Soon enough the tension seemed to pass and the moment grew more relaxed and playful again. His hands roved over her body, not with any urgency nor intent, but just softly exploring her, tickling and caressing until she smiled.

They turned the water off before they got too carried away, and eventually Natasha climbed off of Clint’s lap, though she kept one hand on his shoulder, the other one threading idly through his hair. Chuckling at his words, she took another step back and bent over slightly to rest her hands on his knees. “Well, I could always take care of that for you before we get in...” Her hands glided slowly up his thighs.

"Teasing again, are we?"

Clint hesitated for a moment, trying his best to ignore these wicked hands nearing definitely dangerous areas. Not exactly easy with Natasha's best features so temptingly in reach.

Still, right now he wouldn't have minded just holding her, keep his mind in this seldom melancholy. The night was still long. Plus they didn't need to be back on home base before tomorrow evening.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, but fuck... There were things he could never resist. He found his hand magically drawn to her breasts, flickering over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. Great, Barton, now that helped much. If he didn't want to get another cold shower before entering that bath, this half excited mood wouldn't just die away.
Alsop- he knew from experience he would last much longer for her later if the first edge was taken off.

Maybe the thing was more that he had wanted to take care mostly of her needs tonight. There had been way too few people in her life doing that for her.
"Only if you really want to." He leaned closer for another soft kiss on her forehead.

“Maybe,” Natasha, well, teased. “But you have to admit, I’m very good at it.” Squeezing his thighs she grinned wickedly at him. She could see his hesitation but didn’t let her expression falter; maybe she was doing things all wrong, trying to distract him from the minor hiccup of a few minutes ago, but she always seemed to fall back on what she knew best. Besides, he had been in such a rush to get her up here, it would be cruel to expect him to wait out a long, luxurious bath with her pressed against him. She wanted them both to be able to relax for that, and just right now it looked like he needed a little help relaxing a few things.

Still, it was his choice and she made no further movements until he reached out to cup her breasts, which was as much an agreement as any. Closing her eyes, she let out a small noise at his teasing fingers, her own hands flexing on his legs.

Opening her eyes again to meet his after the fleeting kiss, she smiled warmly at him. “I want to,” she assured him as she lowered herself to her knees between his feet. She wanted to do for him what he had done for her, and even doubly so since it was so painfully clear he was willing to do without if she wasn’t into it. He really was amazing.

“Besides,” she continued, her hands gliding further up his legs and over his hips to grasp the band of his underwear, giving it a light tug. “It would be hard to relax in the bathtub with you poking me in the back.” She didn’t even try to hold back her grin of amusement.

Clint was about to point out, he could still sit in front of her, but having her breasts pressed against him all the time probably wouldn't help much either. Besides, there were a few things on this planet frying his brain instantly. Natasha kneeling in front of him was definitely among them.

"Oh God."

He closed his eyes while was peeling down his underwear off his legs and sat back down. Groaning, he tried to recall another most unsexy picture like a motel kitchen in Malaysia but still could feel his cock come to full attention immediately, his hands trembling visibly when he went back to caress her hair.
He tried his best to be patient, but the sight and where this was leading was too much to not reach for his cock, slowly stroking from head to base.

"You're so goddamn sexy, Tash',"

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The way he reacted, like he couldn’t quite control himself fully, was a definite compliment.

Making short work of that one last remaining article of clothing, Natasha sat back on her heels a moment and let her eyes travel over him, drinking him in. How he had planned to carry on without a little release of his own she wasn’t sure, as it was very obvious he was in desperate need of it. He couldn’t even wait for her to touch him, grabbing himself instead in the meantime.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, crawling a little closer on her knees. Reaching for his hand, she didn’t move it away but wrapped her own hand around his as he stroked himself. “Want a little help with that?” she asked, flicking her tongue just over his very tip before grinning up at him mischievously.

"One of these days, you'll be the death of me, woman."

Clint groaned through his teeth, his fist firmly closed around the base of his cock while he waited for the dangerous pressure deep in his guts to subside.

Sometimes he thought, Natasha knew exactly about that carefully hidden dominant streak of his and played with it on purpose. She was definitely pushing more than one button, being and moving on her knees like that. He more than often had to remind himself not to make use of such teasing. At least not more than they had done it on the way here, or in the hallway.

But damn it, she was challenging his body, the lust building deep inside with every second she was offering herself like that. He certainly wasn't feeling cold anymore.

When he could be sure, he could trust himself with her touch, he removed his hand from under hers slowly to brush his knuckles against her cheek, two fingertips carefully caressing through her hair, just the slightest tugging within the movement.

"Please."

Natasha chuckled low in her throat, her other hand gently massaging his upper thigh. “Hopefully not any day soon. I am far from done with you,” she said, and when she looked up at him again if he looked close enough there was something more tender in her gaze than had been there before. She didn’t let it distract her, though, and as soon as he moved his hand from beneath hers she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, applying just a slight pressure.

Between the light tug at her hair and the near strangled plea she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock, her tongue circling him. She didn’t want to torture him, didn’t want to make him wait, not when he was so ready, not after what he had done for her downstairs.

Slowly she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, at the same time stroking her hand up to meet her lips.

Clint's breath stuttered in his throat when he watched Natasha work her magic on him. Gone, within seconds, the little control he had scrambled.

How was it that even in this position the aura of strength and pride never left her eyes? Probably no one knew better but him how much depth and danger were in these beautiful green pupils. Knowing that she could kick his ass and detach several vital body parts in a flash, made it easy to remember for him, never getting too carried away. Always be aware of her, her fears and needs.

And much more so, it strengthened his affection even more, for a woman who really had made her oddest choice with him. And still she cared for him just as much as he did for her. She was deadly but when she looked at him like that, fully aware and seemingly enjoying this, and with the slightest of smiles in her eyes, it just didn't matter. She was so much more.

Right now she was mainly driving him crazy. He had to rest back against the opposite tub edge on one arm for support, when she started to take him in, warm softness meeting skin that had been trapped in rough clothing for too long. The heat left his hand trembling, making it harder to not try and pull Natasha closer.

He concentrated on caressing her neck instead, her shoulders, trying to ignore how his cock twitched against her skilled touch and deep inside her. Dwelling in her beauty and confidence had not delayed things for more than a few breaths.

Sweat tickled on his forehead and his chest, mingling with the heat from the water steam. He could feel himself leaking heavily in her mouth and moaned, gripping the cool ceramic beneath his hand tightly and firmly planting his feet to the floor to keep on holding still. Which got more difficult by the second.

"Damn... Been too fucking long, Tash'. Can't..."

His words got lost in another long, deep groan when that familiar pulse deep in his balls fastened along with his heartbeat. The heat left his sight dizzy, his eyes falling closed in a carelessness he couldn't ever give in to with anyone else.

He was struggling so hard to retain any semblance of control but Natasha was relentless. She didn’t ease up when he reached behind him for further support, didn’t falter when his other hand moved haphazardly over her neck and shoulders. Stroking her hand back down to the base of his cock she skimmed her teeth along his length as she drew her head back up before taking him in again. She could taste him already, feel him getting close as he shifted his weight to gain further purchase and keep himself upright.

When his words turned to groans she cupped his balls in her free hand and took him into her mouth as deep as she could, her eyes raising back to his face so she could watch him as he came apart.

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