study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

“Doubtful,” was all she said. She highly doubted that Clint could do anything wrong when it came to sex. He was far too careful and considerate, never pushing nor assuming anything. He always asked if he wanted to try anything out of the ordinary, and always gave her ample time to change her mind about everything. She had never had a more attentive nor caring lover. He was as close to perfect as they came.

With the open invitation out there, Clint wasted little time in burying his face between her legs, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Another point in his favour: most men enjoyed receiving oral but Natasha had never met one who enjoyed giving it so much as Clint, not that she had looked for one. It was too intimate, too close, so the only time she had had another man’s head between her legs was when she was choking him out with her thighs.

The attention he had given her hands earlier left them supple and slightly greasy, and she made good use of that oil as she continued to massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers in time with Clint’s ministrations. He drove her crazy, bringing her close to the edge before slacking off, drawing out her pleasure instead of giving it as quick as he could. Every so often she arched her back or bucked her hips up against him, her toes curling against the bed and her eyes fluttering closed before she forced them open again to watch him. It was a sight she never grew tired of, seeing his lust filled eyes watching her intently from between her legs as his mouth played her body like an instrument.

Clint's eyes were wide with lust when Natasha played with her own nipples, hard and sensitive and very inviting looking. His own neglected lust roared a little in its cage and had him press his hips into the mattress harder, seeking friction.

She was so fucking beautiful when she was pleasuring herself, when she showed him how she liked to be touched and how much she enjoyed it. He doubled his efforts and brought his mouth back to her clit, slightly swollen and sensitive, just waiting for him to suck it between his lips for playing. Two of his fingers, still covered in oil, played through the wetness between her legs, teasing her for a moment before gently slipping inside of her. Her own slickness in combination with the oil made it an even more hot, smooth feeling than usual, very exciting to say the least, and he had to hold back from thrusting into her too hard, too fast right away.

Instead he slowly stretched her, let her get used to what he was planning to do with her later if she liked to. Finally he turned his hand palm up, crooking his fingers to stimulate that very sensitive point inside while his tongue was busy playing the other center of her lust with fast swipes.

"That's right, beautiful", he murmured, encouraging the movements of her hands in a low, husky voice, his hand and fingers still busy with driving her closer to her release. "Roll them hard for me, show me how much you like it. Want to feel you come..."

She could see how much he was enjoying this, both what he was doing to her and what she was doing to herself. She knew he loved to watch her pleasure herself, and she certainly didn’t mind the audience, especially when he looked at her like that. She did as best she could to keep her hands from blocking his view, though as he continued it was getting harder and harder to think.

When he started working her clit her moaning intensified, and by the time he added his fingers to the mix she was practically writhing against him. He knew just how to touch her, and exactly where to find that spot inside of her that made her breath hitch and her hips buck wildly.

His words egged her on and she gave him exactly what he asked for. Using her nails for a little extra stimulation, she pinched her nipples and rolled them between her nails and her thumb, tugging none too gently and crying out as their combined efforts finally sent her over the edge.

There really weren't more things hotter than watching and feeling Natasha fall apart right under his hands and mouth. As soon as her body was giving in, Clint went back to treating her clit with fast, tight strokes of his tongue while his fingertips pressed down on that certain point inside insistently to carry her through her climax.

The way her muscles clenched around him, left his cock achingly hard, begging for attention, but somehow he made it to keep his free hand on her ass, holding her gently against his mouth while she bucked against him. The lower half of his face was covered in her juices and it was wonderful, her taste and scent all around him, he couldn't help but lick his lips slowly, with pleasure, once she went still in his arms and he gave her a while to catch her breath.

He rested his head on her thigh with a content sigh and tried to ignore the burning throb down in his loins. Instead he softly caressed Natasha's hips and stomach and enjoyed the feeling of her heated, oil-smooth skin against his while he tried to get his own breathing under control. Jesus, she was so fucking hot, just watching her sometimes brought him close to getting off, and this was one of these days.

Clint kept up his delicious ministrations through her orgasm, drawing it out and carrying her through and knowing exactly when to slack off. When she finally fell limp he still stayed, softly stroking her skin, his breath playing across her sensitive lips and making her shiver.

Somewhere amongst it all she had dropped her hands to her sides and clenched the towel beneath her in her fists. Releasing her hands she smoothed it out before reaching down to run her fingers through Clint’s hair and scratch gently at the back of his neck.

“Best massage ever,” she said with a breathless chuckle, raising her head enough to look down at him still nestled between her legs. She could see her wetness on his chin and the dark, burning desire still evident in his eyes. He probably could have gotten himself off pretty easy with her, just a few hard strokes while she clenched around his fingers, but clearly he had held out. “You must be so hard, baby,” she cooed, pressing her fingers along each bump of his neck as far down his spine as she could reach without stretching or moving.

The seductive tone of her voice made Clint shiver, all the way down where her fingers played over his back. His hips pressed into the mattress on their own accord and he moaned, licking his lips again without even realizing. He had actually been close to coming down a bit, suppress his own lust for the moment and wait for whatever Natasha wanted to do next. But all she had to do was tease him to set his body back on fire immediately.

With even more blood rushing down to his groin, his coherent speech went on holiday. He chose to just turn his head to look at Natasha, let her see the heat of arousal in his eyes, and hear the anticipation of whatever wish she had for next in his hoarse whisper.

"Just for you, you know..."

His reaction made her grin; it was hard to not feel at least a little ego boost at how even her voice got his motor revving. That look in his eyes and the tone in his voice would have done the same to her if he hadn’t just left her so completely satisfied.

“I know,” she said and a completely honest tone. It wasn’t being cocky, nor was it bragging; she knew it was for her, only for her, and that nobody else had such a strong, instant effect on him.

“Since you got me so well oiled and loose,” she said, running her hands back up over her body to grasp her breast again and pushing them together. “I think we should switch places so I can give you a little massage of my own.” Dropping her hands to the bed she pushed herself up to sit, every movement graceful and fluid. “On your back, Barton.”

Another moan escaped Clint's lips when Natasha started touching herself again, and for a moment he felt disappointed when she stopped immediately. He thought the he could probably watch her get herself off the whole night and not get bored.

But her next words, formed in that deep, seductive kind of order he loved so much, left his mouth dry and his blood boiling and he hurried to obey. His skin felt too hot, sweat pooling in the middle of his chest and on his forehead as he laid back. A soft groan rumbled in his chest from the sudden loss of friction against his rock hard cock. The rough fabric of the covers had left the skin reddened and sensitive, and God, he wanted her to touch him badly right now.

He withstood temptation to do that himself bravely and reached out to touch Natasha's thigh instead, his hand trembling softly from rising arousal. With his lower lip drawn between his teeth he watched her, anticipating whatever she was planning.

"All yours..."

Natasha watched him change position, his movements far from graceful as he laid himself down beside her. His cock stood at full attention as he settled on his back, and seeing how red and hard it was she was tempted to ease his discomfort right away. Tempted... but she didn’t. How could she resist teasing him a little longer when he was looking at her with such breathless anticipation and giving himself to her so willingly?

“Mmm,” her voice rumbled as she leaned over to kiss him rather roughly, possessively. Her hand slid down his torso to rest just below his navel. “Mine.”

Flattening her hand on his stomach she trailed kisses over the line of his jaw before pausing to nibble at his ear. “All mine,” she purred, running her tongue along his ear before sucking the lobe in between her teeth and giving it a less than gentle bite.

Now she was being a tease as she had already practiced it all evening, and he loved every second of it. His hips thrust upwards into nothing, against the soft pressure of her hand much too far from where he wanted to feel it. A breathless moan escaped his lips, sounding more like a whine when she repeated his statement, so simple, so true.

He belonged to her in every sense of the word, his body, his heart, all of it. He could allow himself that dangerous notion because he knew, she would never abuse it. There was no one on this planet he could trust like Natasha, no one in his life he felt so strongly for. He didn't need to be ashamed of writhing in need under her hand or of the sighs of pleasure from his lips when her mouth went for one of his most sensitive areas.

And that was exactly why Natasha was the only person he could surrender to in bed and fucking loved it. That sexy purr of hers left no doubt that she enjoyed it just as much to have him in her hand like that. IT made his breath hitch in his throat, his muscles contracting and releasing under her hand in a strained attempt to lie still instead of pulling her into his arms.

His cock gave a protesting twitch at where it rested heavily against his stomach, small beads of white sticking to his skin. His hand that was loosely tangled in Natasha's hair, trembled slightly from the effort not to move.

"Love it when you do that", he murmured hoarsely, between too fast, too heavy breaths.

He was writhing and panting beneath her, and while Natasha felt entirely in control and powerful, Clint was right in his belief that she would never abuse it. She had given him her full love and trust and that was not something she gave lightly. With each other they could be completely honest and exposed; no shame, no guilt, just honesty and understanding.

She could feel his muscles contracting against her hand and knew she was unravelling him, bit by bit. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, but she was enjoying having him entirely at her mercy and so turned on he was practically trembling.

“You do,” she replied, the words somewhere between a statement and a question. Giving his ear one last bite she made her way down his neck, lingering to flatten her tongue over his pulse point and relishing in how fast it fluttered. “How about this?” She proceeded to suck the skin into her mouth before letting go, not wanting to leave a mark there again. Instead she continued her trek downward to the hollow of his throat.

Clint was only capable of affirmative sounds at this point. He leaned his head back to give her better access and tried hard to stop the rest from his body moving but it was really of no use. The muscles in his thighs were tensing hard, his whole lower body taut from pressing down into the mattress instead of thrusting up into nothing. That wouldn't stop the muscles in his groin from contracting rhythmically, though, or these little twitches from his neglected cock.

It was funny how it only needed Natasha's teasing voice to undo him like that, just the harmless touch of her lips, to elicit a thousand of naughty fantasies inside his head. To remind his body how it felt when her lips were somewhere else, and how it would be when her hand started wandering to where he needed to feel it so badly.

His body felt too tight from sensation - or more the lack of it - and heated, trails of sweat marking these areas where Natasha's mouth played along. He hardly even realized that his free hand started clutching at the sheets to stop itself from moving. This was torture, and the only kind of torture he would gladly accept anytime.

"Nat..."

Even her name on his lips was more of a needy whine at this point. But somehow he made it to let his hand rest loosely on her neck instead of trying to push her into any direction. That was not what this was about. He wanted to be all hers, he wanted her to take him apart, piece by piece, even if he would die of pleasure in the process.

That tone in his voice made her grin against his skin. She knew she was pushing him to his limit, and he would likely get her back for it later, but it had been a long time since she had had him at her complete mercy and had taken advantage of it.

“I know, baby,” she purred, moving down to catch his nipple between her teeth and give it a little tug before kissing it soothingly and repeating the action on the other. She would have liked to linger there, to really drive him wild, but he had been so good to her, had given her exactly what she wanted, and it would be cruel to torture him too much. “You’re so tense...” Continuing to trail kisses down his torso, she stopped when she reached those tight muscles and his strained and twitching cock.

“You know...” she started, her breath playing over the head as her hands reached down to spread his legs apart. “You did miss a spot...” Placing just the most chaste of kisses to the underside of his swollen member she sat up abruptly and positioned herself to kneel between his legs. Snatching up the bottle of massage oil she poured a little in her hand and started rubbing it over her breasts. Just one last little show before she gave him what he needed.

That predatory look on Natasha's face in combination with that innocent, soothing tone in her voice, went right to his groin and left him even harder, aching for touch. She could draw this out for hours, as he very well knew, keeping him just on the brink of too much and too little stimulation at once. Part of him wished she would, though she probably would have needed restraints then to keep him on the mattress- not that he would have objected...

The other part was too hot for her for much more waiting. There were nights of blissful torture and then there were these nights where they just liked to take care of each other. Both was glorious, but when she put her mouth to his hardened nipples, another of these sharp hot flashes went straight to his lower body, and he knew, he wanted more right now.

Of course Natasha still didn't make it easy for him, backing away just as quickly as the touch had come, and a small noise of protest came from his lips. That same merciless treatment on the other side, leaving his nipples slightly red and sensitive, didn't make it better. Just too gladly he followed her urging, opening up for her to take her place between his legs, and looked down at her from hooded lids, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't hold back the relieved groan from his throat, or stop his hips from thrusting up again, silently asking for more.

It was ridiculous how close she already brought him to ask for it, when she withdrew again. The pout on his face didn't stay there for long, not when Natasha reached for that oil bottle and his mouth suddenly felt too dry to breathe, leave alone speak. Somehow he managed to murmur something anyway, probably something along the lines of praising the lord for blessing him with such a perfect woman by his side. Because Jesus, she was touching herself again, and as much as he loved to play with her breasts, it was just was arousing watching her do that herself. More precum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach, and it was all he could to do grab the pillow under his head to not do the same with his aching member and get himself off to the sight.

"You're killing me here, you know..."

Every reaction filled her with pride and desire and a million other different emotions. He was panting and sweating and barely in control, and it was a glorious sight to behold. Her archer with his endless control and patience on the job quickly coming apart beneath her. She barely had to touch him, just a few kisses and nibbles and he was practically incoherent.

He was straining so hard against giving in and touching himself, relieving the pain and pressure that had built so strong. The proof of it was leaking on his skin, and the veins on his arms stood out as he gripped the pillow and the sheets, his muscles taut. She wanted to lick a trail up his arms, to trace those prominent veins, but first he deserved some relief.

Stopping with her breasts squeezed lightly in her hands, Natasha pouted back at him. “Now we wouldn’t want that,” she said. Her chest was sufficiently oiled now, and she had made sure to leave it more concentrated in the valley between her breasts, her skin glistening. Dropping her hands to his knees, she slid them up over his thighs, her body moving with them. “So tense. You look like you could use a massage as well...”

When she finally reached his cock again she gave him a wicked smile. Grabbing her full breasts once more she pushed them together around it, shifting until his length was settled properly. Licking the precum from the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes on his face as she started to move, practically fucking him with her tits, the oil quickly coating him and making the movement smooth.

Clint was about to protest - just a little - again, because while he certainly enjoyed Natasha's hands working his muscles into obedience, right now he wanted to feel them somewhere else.

His sex-addled brain caught up with her plan though, when she started leaning over him, and his head fell back on the pillow as a strangled moan came from his lips. Yep, she was going to kill him. Mercilessly, slowly, and in the best way possible.

He tried to keep his eyes on her face because she was the goddamn fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen, but damn... Being caught right in that valley between her wonderful breasts felt like heaven, and he shuddered helplessly underneath her. It was a little like being inside her, hot and goddamn glorious with her soft full curves all around him, a small bead of semen on her full lips and her eyes darkened with lust all trained on him.

He found half a thought to reach out to her and rest a trembling hand on her cheek, trying to tell her everything he was too turned to say right now. Just relaxing, that was something he didn't give in to often with Natasha in bed. He had always half a thought ready for worrying about her. But with this little special game she had him pretty much in her hand. It was easier for both of them, letting her do the work this time and just melt completely under her touch, and that didn't take long at all.

Soon he trembled heavily underneath her, with his head leaned back and his eyes tightly shut, breathless moans on his lips. He could feel her breathe, feel her heart beat fast against the taut, oversensitive skin of his straining erection, smell that scent in the air they were creating with lust and oil and sweat. Her skin and hair was just as soft against his hand as that smooth, exciting slide of her breasts squeezing him until he thought he would die of pleasure, and hopefully this wouldn't end too fast. It had been long since last he had felt that detached from everything, since he had been able to just lean back and enjoy and he was surprised how much he could do just that.

"Fuck... Nat... Feels so fucking good..."

She could feel him giving in, feel him giving himself over to her entirely and completely. When he threw his head back, eyes tightly closed, she knew she had him. He was always so attentive, so worried about hurting her, that he rarely let himself go. He always tried to keep one eye open and at least some sense of what she was feeling and how she reacted to everything he did. Natasha appreciated it, more than she could ever express, that he cared that deeply for her, but she wished she could get him to relax more often and just enjoy the ride.

Nuzzling against his hand a moment, she soon added her mouth to the mix, licking at his tip or sucking just the head into her mouth on the downstroke. “You’re so hard,” she remarked, giving him an extra little squeeze. As much as he enjoyed pleasuring her it must have been torture on him to have no relief. “Relax, baby. Just let it go.” Her voice remained quiet, sultry, more about the timbre than the words. Taking the head in her mouth again she swirled her tongue around it while continuing to pump his shaft.

It was more her voice that undid him than anything else, though the perfect hot pressure of her breasts and her clever tongue certainly didn't hurt. But she was still talking to him in that seductive, firm tone, even sexier than her usual husky voice, taking the lead and telling him just the right thing when he needed to hear it. There really wasn't any resisting to that.

Relaxing wasn't exactly easy with her working his most sensitive parts so perfectly, but at least he gave up trying to hold on to a control he didn't need right now. His hips sank deeper in the mattress as he let her take control completely, enjoying her every move instead of trying to go with it to make it easier for her. His free hand grabbed the headboard tightly when he felt himself fall into thoughtlessness, every sensation concentrating on his mid-section and the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He had to bury his face in the crook of his elbow to stifle his moans when a new wave of heat rushed to his loins and he could feel his balls tighten up to his body. This time he didn't try to fight it. Natasha let him know pretty clearly what she wanted, and it wasn't like he had to top any performance records. Also, she had her wicked tongue right on that perfect spot on the underside of his cock, and that was where every fight became useless anyway. Especially after already staving things off for a while before.

He just hoped that it was something coherent like a warning he could babble out through his moans, before they turned into a shout that not even his arm against his mouth could dampen as his orgasm washed over him.

She felt the change, was able to pinpoint the moment when he completely gave himself over to her, and she smiled around him. He always minded her, never let himself slip, always made sure to give her everything, to do everything for her. It was about time he let her do the same for him.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, much as he had back in his house in New York. He didn’t need to stifle his sounds of pleasure with her, didn’t need to hold anything back. She wanted to hear him as he fell apart, wanted to feel every breath and tremble and muscle contraction.

His verbal warning was incoherent but his body told her all she needed to know. She kept working him through his orgasm with her breasts but removed her mouth, letting his seed cover her neck and face instead. With her stomach feeling as it had these past days she figured it was better not to swallow, assuming it would only end up coming up in the morning.

When he had finished and lay trembling against her she ducked her head to place a gentle kiss against his hip bone. “You did so good, baby,” she spoke softly. Kissing him again, she lifted the corner of the towel to wipe her face.

The world was still reduced to that heavy boneless feeling of satisfaction, but somehow Natasha's gentle words made it through to Clint's brain anyway. His cheeks blushed a little because he didn't really know what to make of this kind of praise - it was her who had been doing all the work after all - and he made it to crack an eye open.

He had to bite his lip hard to not let out another moan at the perfectly debauched sight he was faced with. Caveman as it might be, sometimes he just really enjoyed seeing Natasha all covered in his come. He allowed himself a second to enjoy it, with a slightly fuzzy, rueful smile on his lips aimed both at her and the last dutiful twitch of his softening cock. Some things didn't leave you cold, even half a second after a mind-blowing orgasm.

When she moved for the corner of the towel, somehow he got his own hand moving that had fallen from her face to the mattress when his hormones had gone wild. The small extra towel he had brought was in reach, fortunately, because he didn't think he could have moved far right now. Very gently, carefully, he used it to help Natasha clean her skin and then put it away to rest his hands on her neck, softly caressing her.

When he took his other hand from the headboard to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he realized, amused, that the wooden form of the bars had left quite an impression on his palm. His coherent speech was still on holiday, so he didn't manage more than a croaked "Wow", but he hoped, Natasha would know it anyway how much he had enjoyed this.

She didn’t notice the blush in his cheeks with his skin already flushed from their activities, but his reaction to seeing her in her current state did not go unnoticed. She grinned wickedly at him, knowing from earlier how much he enjoyed the image of her with his semen on her skin, and made sure he got a good look. Before she could shift her position and free up enough of the towel to clean herself with, Clint recovered some presence of mind and produced a small towel for that very purpose. She let him clean her up, gentle as ever, with a soft smile on her lips at the slight tremble she could still feel in his hand.

When he had set the towel aside and relaxed back on the bed she crawled up beside him, laying her body the length of his and keeping her head propped on one hand so she could look at him. He still seemed to be having trouble forming words and Natasha counted that as a victory, mentally adding that act to her list of ones to definitely do again sometime. “My massages are a little less traditional,” she said, smiling at him.

"Nothing wrong with that", Clint muttered, still pretty dazed.

His arm curled around her waist immediately when she joined him while the other hand softly pushed her hair out of her face so he could look at her better. He couldn't get enough of that private little smile of hers, so light, amused, tender, affectionate, all at once and also something not many people got to see. He loved every second of it. She looked happy, and he'd take that gladly. It didn't happen that often these days.

Also, it was a relief, knowing that she enjoyed it just as much, being on the more active end of the game. It was very possible that her current condition had amplified his usual worry for her a thousand times, admittedly. The last thing he wanted was wearing her out. Well, she definitely didn't look like that had happened.

"Maybe I need to let you play more often", he remarked when he could finally speak again, returning her smile a little shyly.

Natasha settled more comfortably against him, one finger tracing idle patterns on his chest. She was happy, in this moment even blissfully so. Tomorrow would bring more sickness and worries and challenges, no doubt, but for tonight she was happy and relaxed and as close to carefree as she got.

“Maybe you do,” she answered, a note of almost ‘I told you so’ quality in her voice. She was happy to leave Clint in charge, to let him pleasure her and set the pace, but there was only so much of watching him ignore his needs for her that she could take. He wasn’t like other men where she had to put on a mask and take control to get what she wanted. With Clint she did it because she wanted to, because she wanted him to enjoy himself just as much, and get off just as often. She wanted to please him as he pleased her, to hear his secret desires and maybe even play into a few of them. She wanted him to relax and let go and trust her to stop him if they ever stepped into territory she didn’t want to be in, though she understood his desire to never let it get that far. She knew him, knew how much it would bother him if he thought he had hurt her in any way. It was just better for him to not risk it, and she would never push him. She was just grateful that, even if only for tonight, he had given in to her completely.

She didn’t say it, but she was sure he would feel the gratitude in the gentle kiss she pressed to his lips.

There was something he couldn't really grasp in Natasha's tone, in the way she kissed him. This wasn't just the arousal that came from getting the partner off. They both enjoyed that. This went deeper than power and satisfaction. There was something in her smile and the calm, soft way she kissed him, something he loved. And maybe he didn't need to try so hard to make everything right for her, to see her in this beautiful state of serenity more often. Maybe there was something else missing. If only that hadn't been the hardest part.

He sighed a little and kept her face close with his hand on her cheek when she pulled back, struggling with what was going on in his head.

"You know that I trust you, right? With my life and with everything else. I want to let go with you more often, really, I just..."

He squirmed a little, once again cursing his problems to form the right words.

"I guess I just don't know how."

Edited 2014-09-21 20:14 (UTC)

Natasha held his gaze, that soft, understanding smile remaining on her lips. “I know,” she replied, and she meant it. She knew how hard it was for him, this wasn’t the first time they had discussed it. She knew and she understood and she respected that feeling. She didn’t want to push him nor make him uncomfortable, she never wanted him to be uncomfortable with her. No matter what they did she was glad that they were always honest with each other, and that was enough.

“I won’t push you,” she continued quietly, stealing another quick kiss. “Just know that I’ll be ready when you are.”

It was what he had offered in the very beginning of their partnership. He knew so much about her life from the research that was done on her, but he never tried to speak with her about it, never tried to push her to talk, to open up, to trust him. He had just waited, had told her his stories and opened up to her until she was comfortable enough to do the same.

Ducking her head she nuzzled against his neck, his jaw, until her lips reached his ear. “I love you,” she whispered. “No matter what.”

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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