study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"You don't want me to lose my clothes right now, believe me, unless this is supposed to be over in two and a half seconds...
Hmm, keep doing that."
Clint sighed throatily and tilted his head aside to give her better access, trying to concentrate just an the sweet tenderness of her touch. On the lovely way she smelled, being so close to him now, and how her hair on his skin felt.
If he focused on her hips thrusting against his right now, there wouldn't be much of control any longer.

Time for some distraction, definitely. He gave her sensitive nipples a last tag before he let his hand, still under her shirt, trail to her back and downwards, in long, warm circles. It wasn't long before he started cupping and massaging her firm butt cheeks.
"God, I love your ass."
He groaned, pressing his hips against hers, betraying his good intentions.

Determined to not get derailed again, he moved his hand through her widely spread legs to dip into her wetness again, just briefly, nudging her clit with one fingertip before he reached behind him to where he had left the tube. Not that he really had thought she wouldn't be ready, but... With Natasha, he preferred to go sure too often than too little.

"Want you to get used to the feeling of this", he breathed, turning his head back to hear to watch her when, he slowly ran the cool mental through her slick folds.

Natasha chuckled against his skin at the comment. In all honesty she wouldn’t mind because the way this night was going she knew it would only be round one and they would have plenty of time to slow it down later, or tomorrow, or the rest of the weekend, but she was content at the moment to let Clint run the show, and if he wanted to draw this out she certainly wasn’t going to argue, especially considering how good it all felt right now.

Dragging her teeth over his neck, she smile when he tilted his head to give her better access. Flicking her tongue over his pulse point she worked her way down his neck until she reached a spot that he could cover with a shirt collar if he chose, though a t-shirt wouldn’t cut it. Moaning against his skin when he started massaging her ass, she gently sucked on that one spot on his neck, leaving her mark. “Mm, yours isn’t so bad either,” she murmured against his skin, slipping her hand under the waistband of his pants and giving one firm cheek a tight squeeze.

Pressing herself flush against him, she flinched at he first touch of the cold metal, sucking a little harder at his throat. A shiver ran through her, but it was just as much from anticipation as it was from the cold and she gave his ass another encouraging squeeze.

"Hmm... Fuck, yes, more."

Clint had a hard time not getting distracted again when Natasha started to work his neck with her mouth, in a way he would never accept it from anyone but her. It was the adrenaline of knowing, he'd see a good share of marks in the mirror tomorrow, that made him enjoy every sting, every burn of her strong teeth.

Knowing, in theory, she could easily bite through his main artery, only fueled that adrenaline. All this strength and abilities this beautiful body held in complete surrender to his touch... Sometimes that still felt surreal.
He loved it when she was reminding him with the smallest of gestures that she could easily and always stop this, if she wanted to, take control, make him hers all night if she wanted to, and he would happily submit.

Right now she seemed satisfied with leaving a reminder, one harmless enough to not have him completely out of control again right away. He should make use of that before temptation would grow too big again.

Clint did notice her shiver at the first touch of coolness against her slick skin, but there was no word of stopping, so he didn't. This was an essential step on the way to what he really wanted to do to her right now, and he planned to make her enjoy every second of it.

"Guess you'll have to heat it up a bit", he whispered huskily, teasing her slick opening with the tip of his toy before he slowly eased it inside her pussy. In spite of the thin girth, he was going as careful as possible, listening to Natasha's breath and feeling every of her movements even while he had his eyes closed and enjoyed what she was doing with her mouth.
That she actually let him do this, let him fuck her with a toy... It was one of his hottest fantasies coming true, and there was no way she would miss how his cock twitched against her body, or the groan of pleasure from his mouth.
He wanted to give her time get used to this and left his toy right where it was while his fingers went back to caressing her sweet wetness, catching her clit with playful, rubbing circles.

Everyone had their sensitive spots that, with even just a little attention, really turned them on, and one of Clint’s was clearly his neck. Natasha was definitely enjoying the power she had over him with every kiss and every nip, even though tonight wasn’t about that; as much as Clint was determined to put his own needs aside to give her as much pleasure as he could, her goal was to give herself over to him as completely as she dared. Yes, she could take control instantly in a hundred different ways, but she wanted to let him move her, instruct her, dominate her; she wanted to know what it felt like to put that much trust in another person.

She could always push him over and dominate the fuck out of him later.

His husky voice sent another thrill through her and she moaned against his neck when she felt the cold metal tube sliding inside of her, contrasting greatly with the warmth he had filled her with earlier. When he answered with a moan of his own and she felt him twitch against her, she laid the flat of her tongue over the small mark she had been making before placing the gentlest kiss on it. “You sure you don’t want to take care of that first?” she purred, trailing kisses down his neck before focusing on a spot just below his collar bone. Pressing back against him when his fingers got busy again, she gave his ass another squeeze. “Because I do believe I owe you one.” They could play the game of oneupmanship all night but in the end, honestly, they would both come out winners.

"Tease."

There was actually something like a needy whimper on Clint's lips and he totally blamed Natasha. Just when he had thought to have gained something like control over his exploding lust, she came tempting him again.
He did contemplate giving in to what his hormones definitely demanded right now, which was pulling down his pants and replacing that toy between his fingertips with his cock. Hard, quick and satisfying for both of them, no doubt. But he also knew he would be pretty much worn out after, and starting this all over tomorrow again would be nothing easier.

Maybe he should just think about buying a cock ring.

The thought left him chuckling, and sighing before he softly guided his head from her shoulder up to kiss her, slowly and deep, filling her mouth with his tongue. His hand between her legs did the same, occasionally slipping the toy out of her hot wetness and back in, not in a real rhythm, it was just letting her feel it and think about where it would go next.

"I plan to fuck you very soon, red", he whispered against her lips, just on the edge of too cocky, to not go too dominant on her. But it expressed all the same, he had his mind pretty much made up as long as she didn't change hers.
"Just need to prepare you a little for that. Just... enjoy. Relax."

He gave her another soft, quick kiss before reaching back for the bottle of oil, snipping it open with one hand easily to get a good amount onto his palm. Then he reached under the blanket again to cup her sweet firm butt cheeks again, glad that he had though of storing the bottle half between his hip and the couch to warm the content up.
He rested his head beck on his arm to watch her, a small, turned on smile on his lips when he started to nudge her opening with his slick fingertips, teasing her.

She could hear the need in his voice, could feel how bad he wanted her, and she was more than willing to go along with that, all he had to do was say the words. Hell, all he had to do was forgo words all together and just take her, which was what she was expecting.

The last thing she expected was for him to chuckle.

Before she could ask what was so funny his lips were on hers again in a searing kiss, so slow and deep that she was sure it made her even wetter. Between his tongue and the toy she was practically writhing against him again by the time he broke the kiss. His words didn’t help one bit, and there was a part of her that wanted to push him over and straddle him right there, but she knew what he was alluding to, the direction they had decided to take tonight, and no matter how much discomfort he was clearly in he was determined to follow through.

Biting her bottom lip as he started to work the oil over her, his fingers just barely teasing, she met his eyes again. “You sure you’re going to be able to handle this?” she asked, raising her eyebrow playfully. 

"What, challenging me, red? In bed, really?"

Clint repeated her gesture, not sure if she was actively trying to relieve the tension but it sure worked. There was never a better motivator to pull himself together and get his job done than Natasha tickling his ego.
The little cooling surge of adrenaline was just what he had needed to focus his mind on what his hand was doing to her, instead of her gorgeous body pressing against him. With a little effort, he even made it to move just the slightest bit away from her, to escape temptation from her hips grinding against his.

There was still the rest of the weekend for that. Right now... He had other plans.

To turn the tables a bit and make her even hotter, he bent over to lick and suck on her ear and whisper some more promises into it, while his hand went back to where it had stopped before. One finger slowly, carefully was pressing inside her, and God, she felt so fucking good. The thin cool tube was still buried inside her pussy, and he could already feel her muscles fluttering around him, stretching for him.
This was not a good time to imagine what it would feel like to be inside her. Not at all.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll be asking for more, beautiful. I love it how it sounds when you scream my name, you know..."

“What?” Natasha replied, feigning innocence. “It was a valid question, considering.” He was already so hard, so achingly ready, but simply questioning his ability and stamina seemed to do the trick and cool him off rather quickly. He never could back down when a challenge to prove himself was posed. Still, she pouted at him a little when he scootched back to put a little space between them; fortunately he made up for it by getting back on track and moving full steam ahead.

While one of Clint’s “on switches” was his neck, Natasha’s was definitely her ears, and she closed her eyes and shivered when he started to focus some attention there. She wasn’t sure which was hotter: what he was doing with his mouth, or his words, and she really didn’t have time to weigh them both and figure it out because he was continuing where he had left off with one finger sliding slowly into her. Pushing back into his hand, she ducked her head and rested it against his chest as her breathing quickened.

“Clint...” It was just a moan for now, but she had no doubt she would be screaming it soon enough. “I’m going to be so tight around you that you’ll barely be able to whimper mine...” Sliding her hand up his back under his shirt, she traced every contour she knew by heart. “More...”

"I love it, how much you enjoy this, beautiful."

It wasn't much of a secret being given away, given how uncontrollably aroused his voice sounded, but he couldn't not tell her. Talking was better than moaning and grunting the whole time, though it probably wouldn't be long before he couldn't do anything but that.
Jesus, she was so deliciously tight around him even now, it would be hell of a job to hang in there for some time later.
And so worth it.

He actively tried to stop thinking about it, to rather get there, shifting on his arm a little, so he could caress through Natasha's messy hair, tease her heated neck with his fingertips.
He withdrew his finger carefully to massage even more of the oil on his hand into her sensitive skin. Adding a second finger, he pushed back inside her just as slowly, ignoring how she pushed back on him to slowly let her muscles stretch instead of hurrying anything.
His breath was a harsh, loud subway train in his chest by now, matching the rhythm of his heartbeat. He had to close his eyes tightly, turning his focus on something totally unerotic in his head when he was finally able to have his fingers all the way inside her tight heat, carefully circling them and scissoring them slightly to continue prepare her, let her know what was coming soon.

"Fuck... Feels so fucking good, red. You like that, having me inside like that?"

It was a growl rather than a question and at least his rock hard cock had a very clear answer to it, but he kept on ignoring the hot, painful throbbing. Not even halfway there.

"Think I'm gonna fuck you a little with this nice toy now. Want you to know what it will be like when I'm all the way buried inside you..."

His hand in her hair was a comfort, a reminder of how much he really cared for her, not that she needed the reminder. It was in his eyes when he looked at her, in how he told her everything he planned to do instead of just doing it. It was dirty talk, yes, but she knew there was that conscious thread behind it, that he was giving her every opportunity to back out if she changed her mind.

She pushed back against his hand as he pushed a second finger inside her.

It was trust, it was love, it was everything she had doubted she would ever find in her life, everything she had thought she didn’t deserve. He was everything.

“Yes...” she barely breathed her answer, her leg over his hip flexing to bring herself closer to him again. She wanted to feel him, all of him, his warmth along the entire length of her body.

“Okay,” she managed, as words were getting more difficult. She clenched around the tube still buried inside of her, anticipating him slowly pulling it out.

It was a little stunt act, getting another good amount of oil out of that bottle with his heavy trembling hand, under the cover, without spilling everything. It was a good thing, Clint was kind of skilled with his hands. Until he slowy, softly reached back between Natasha's widely spread legs, their little toy had already slipped halfway out of her ever growing wetness, all but slipping into his palm and the quick thorough movements of his fingers, slicking it up.

His other hand never stopped stroking Natasha's neck and back, kneading through the mess of her hair and softly massaging the back of her neck to make her relax into his arms even more.
Watching her just wait for what he wanted to do to her, her body so close to his, in the most intimate embrace, wasn't just arousing. It confirmed what she had finally brought herself to tell him tonight. His heart ached with the joy and relief of their deepened bond.

There would still always be situations when they would have to use their bodies in their jobs, play parts they both hated, but this, all of this... All of her lust, her trust, the want in her voice and thick smell of her lust dazzling his senses, that was for him. He very much doubted she would ever do this with someone else. Where he maybe should feel pride, it was only affection, tenderness, thankfulness flowing through him.

People like them didn't have much they could call their home.

His lips rested softly on her forehead, his breath quick and hot on her skin when he brought the toy to where his hand had been before, teasing her still oiled and slick opening shorty with his fingertips again. He took his time, making sure she wasn't tensing up, before he slowly started easing the tube inside her. It wasn't hard at all, two of his fingers were thicker than this. Yet he stopped before it was even half way in, giving her time to feel it, to get used to it, just holding the toy steady where it was.

"Move a little for me, red? Take it in, slowly, learn how to relax."

She felt empty when both his fingers and the tube had been removed and she found herself clinging to him a little tighter. His other hand never stopped, though, and she was practically purring from the attention by the time she felt his lips on her forehead. She wanted to tilt her head back enough to look at him, to meet his eyes, but he was already working her body again so she stayed where she was, nice and close with his breath teasing her skin.

The tube felt much different than his fingers had. It was slimmer, but hard and unyielding, unlike his fingers that had been so warm and pliant. Clint was so in tune with her, though; so conscious of her body and her mind and everything she was feeling that he gave her time to adjust and left the next bit up to her.

For a moment she was still, just focusing on the sound and feel of his breathing and letting it draw her her down into a completely relaxed state. Lifting her head she met his eyes finally, a small smile just barely curving her lips before she pressed the softly to his. Only then did she move, taking the tube in further. Soon it wouldn’t be some unfeeling metal or even his strong fingers inside her but his big, hard cock, warm and throbbing. The very thought of it had her moaning against his mouth.

Clint shouldn't be surprised by how fast Natasha was adapting to the situation- full control over your own body was kind of part of the job requirement. Still he couldn't help but gasp with pleasure and excitement, meeting the wonderful quiet noises she was making against his lips, when the toy fully settled inside of her. He held the end firmly between two of his fingers, his palm lazily rubbing her slick mound, and just enjoyed feeling her pant and shiver against his body.

"So. Fucking. Hot", he murmured against her mouth, a breathless groan between every word.
His cock was already painfully hard again, pressing against her stomach. His tongue darted forward, teasing and tickling her slightly swollen lips before he bit down on her lower lip playfully, waiting patiently for her to fully adjust to the feeling of something buried that deep inside her body.

Slowly, tenderly he began to kiss her, to push his tongue into her mouth again and again, until his fingers joined the slow rhythm, moving the toy inside of her in light circles. He pulled it out just the slightest bit and pushed it back just as slightly, until he could be sure she was fully relaxing to the feeling, pressing against him without any resistance.

By the time he was fucking her with the tube on a faster and harder pace, his breath was nothing but a series of moans, the need to finally be inside of her overwhelming, to give to her what a toy couldn't. Their bodies were pressed together in the hottest, tightest embrace, both of them wet with sweat, and if he wasn't still be wearing far too many clothes, maybe he had already been inside of her. that was how fucking wet she felt against him.

God, he would not live through this.

When his hand began to tremble too much to keep his little game up, he carefully removed the toy from her body and brought his fingers back to her tight heat, gasping at how she felt, soft and easily responding to him when he pushed two of them back inside her well slicked channel.

"Fuck, Tash'... So fucking good. So hot. Need you..."

Her whole body was already slick with sweat and her skin felt like it was on fire beneath the heavy sweater she still wore, the material rough against her sensitive nipples as she pushed herself against his chest. She could feel the tube buried deep inside her now, and Clint pressing hard against her stomach, straining for release. His kisses started out playful but it was hard to reply in kind when she wanted to devour him, to steal the very breath from his lungs as her own breaths grew shorter. Soon enough they picked up a rhythm, the kisses deeper until it became too hard for either of them to breathe. She rested her forehead against his shoulder instead, her nails digging into his back under his shirt as he drove the tube into her and pulled it out again at a staggering pace that had her gasping and moaning and more than ready for the next step, the final step.

She let out a whimper when he finally removed the tube, and a sigh when his fingers took its place again. It was too much, too slow, too torturous, and when he finally said he needed her, completely and fully, her whole body tingled. Scratching her nails lightly down his back she pushed the band of his pants down over one hip before slipping her hand inside to wrap around his cock, giving the base a squeeze.

“Then take me,” she said, her voice husky and confident and filled with want.

The noise Clint was making when Natasha sneaked her way inside his pants, going straight for his straining arousal, probably wasn't very manly, but he couldn't fucking care. She knew exactly how to touch him, knew that he wasn't far from exploding right in his pants, and was careful enough not to push him over that edge.
He loved her a little for that because right now he really wanted to fuck her. He gave himself a moment to enjoy her touch, resting his head on the cushions, his fingers still softly, carefully working her.
It was nice, hot and promising and he thought, maybe another day he would be perfectly satisfied with just getting her off like that, maybe while licking her to completion... But right now he badly needed to be inside of her.

"Hold on, beautiful."
He leaned down to kiss her forehead again while he carefully pulled his hand back to wriggle his way out of his pants and reached for the oil again. Under other circumstances he'd have loved her to do what was left for preparation. But he couldn't trust his control anymore.
So he just hurried with getting another big amount of oil onto his hand and quickly, clinically coated his rock hard cock all over, his eyes firmly shut with strain. He needed all discipline he had ever been taught for his job, for his body control, but somehow he made it not to just end this overwhelming pressure and heat in his groin with a few hard movements.

His other hand, a little stiff and itching from resting on that arm the whole time, still was caressing Natasha's neck, holding her close to his chest, while his body trembled against hers, demanding for release just like hers. So fucking close, he could just have taken her right here...

Not like that, though he was pretty sure, he could have made it work, but not now, not the first time. He wanted and needed to be in full control to take care of her the best way.

Taking a deep, hoarse breath, he moved away from her as much as he could without getting out of balance, his oil-slick hand gently massaging and caressing her leg, her ass.

"It's easier when you get on your knees, beautiful."

Natasha retracted her hand at Clint’s request and helped as she could to finally get him out of those pants. It was so tempting to touch him now that he was free, to help rub the oil over his hard shaft, but she knew his limits and she knew that he was far too close to reaching them for her to touch him now. Instead she rubbed her hand over his back, replicating the comforting brush of his hand on her neck, while he prepared himself.

Only reluctantly did she let him move away, the sudden space between them sending a chill through her as the cold air hit her sweat soaked skin. It contrasted deliciously with the heat she felt where the blanket still covered them and she let out a quiet gasp.

Her legs trembled when she moved and she couldn’t help but let out a light laugh. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have made them so weak,” she teased, stealing another kiss before shifting over onto her stomach. No man had ever made her weak in the knees before, and it wasn’t just literally with his hands and his tongue, but figuratively as well, with his words and his adoration and the absolute care he took with her. It was impossible to remain strong and hardened against such pure, selfless love; she had tried and she had failed miserably.

That failure was the greatest gain in her life.

Pushing the blanket off, she got her hands under her and managed to push herself up to her hands and knees before lowering her upper body down again and leaving her ass up in the air, the sweater sliding up her back and leaving her exposed from the chest down. Turning her head to the side she rested it on folded arms and looked at him as she gave a little wiggle, a flirtatious smile on her lips. “Don’t let me get cold,” she teased.

"I'll do my best."

Clint hadn't really realized how tense he had been to this point, full of concentration, of control of every move. Filled with the worry of hurting his partner.

Only when she went down on her knees for him like it was the most natural thing in the world - it was, for them, for each other - and smiled at him like they were sparring or teasing each other in the cantina... Only now he felt something loosen in his chest.

He chuckled, slightly embarrassed, and leaned down to push her hair out of her face, kiss her neck and her ear, before he whispered to her, how fucking sexy and amazing she was.

What had seemed an act equally arousing and terrifying before, suddenly was so much easier, kneeling between her beautiful spread legs like he had done it a dozen times before- they both liked the angle, the intimacy of the position. It really wasn't much different this time. He just needed to be more careful.

The awareness not only helped him go slow, but not let the desperate want take over.
Instead he paused to run his lips over her smooth pale skin, let her feel his quick breath near her slick opening. He reached under her body, caressing along her stomach in gentle strokes until his fingertips met her bare mound, slowly working her sensitive clit in a firm grip. He wanted to have her moan and press against him and judging by how very wet she was, it wouldn't be hard.

With his fingers still slick from the oil he was all but welcomed by her tight heat when he brought his other hand between her firm cheeks once more. It was more to tease her this time than to prepare her, and it wasn't necessary. They both wanted it.
His fingertips stayed right where they were, massaging the sensitive skin, sliding in and out just a little, while he brought his body closer to hers. That way there was hardly any time passing before he brought his hand to his cock and carefully guided just the head inside of her.

Her slick heat enveloping him was nearly more than he could stand at this point. He threw his head back with a most aroused curse and just enjoyed the heat flowing through him, through her, through both of them, her juices coating his fingers as he kept on teasing her... and the scream for more that was the steeled sensitivity of his cock.

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

Maybe Clint hadn’t known but Natasha could tell how keyed up he was. He was focusing every bit of his concentration on making sure she was comfortable and prepared and wanting this as much as him, and when she finally saw that tension break she felt herself relax even more. They played off each other so well that oftentimes they unknowingly influenced how the other was feeling. When Clint was tense or worried it was difficult not to feel some of the same.

Now they were ready.

Smiling warmly at his whispered words and tender kisses, she watched his movements through half-lidded eyes as he finally positioned himself behind her. It wasn’t long, though, before his exploring fingers had her eyes fluttering closed, a low moan escaping her lips. She was done with the teasing, done waiting; she wanted him so bad her body was practically humming with desire, with the need to feel him inside of her.

Thankfully he didn’t keep her waiting for long.

She gasped and moaned loudly when he finally pushed into her, so much bigger than the toy and his fingers, but he stopped all too soon for her liking. She felt herself stretch around him, contract and relax again, and for all his caution she thought that maybe it was time she took the lead.

She moaned his name, long and low, as she pushed back against him, slowly and surely taking him in. “You’re so fucking big,” she panted. Of course that was no surprise considering how often she had had him in her hands, her mouth, her cunt, but this was different, something yet unexplored, and he felt so much bigger than he ever had before.

She continued to push back, her words fading into uncontrollable noises that grew closer to the screaming he had claimed he would win.

"Oh, fuck."

It probably wasn't the most intelligent sound he had ever made during sex but Clint had long lost control over coherent speech, and the brain department was about to check out too.

He surely wouldn't have allowed himself to move, not that fast, that resolutely, and when Natasha did, all he could do was surrender, holding on tightly to the sofa armrest while his whole body was vibrating with pleasure, her tight heat working him, nearly sending him over the edge immediately.

It probably shouldn't surprise him... It was Natasha he was dealing with, master of her body, of every single muscle. Someone in many situations, especially in bed ahead of him when he still tried to hold back.
Still she caught him unprepared every time in that beautiful devotion he knew her to show only for him. So much actually, that he had to bury his face in his arm to stifle his loud moans, biting down on his own skin while he tried to stay as still as possible, letting her adjust herself, get used to him. But fuck, it was hard.

He vaguely remembered there was something he was something he had wanted to do with his other hand, caught trembling between her legs. Just lightly he began stroking through her soft folds again, running his knuckles over her engorged clit. God, she was wet, coating his hand, the insides of her thighs, and all he wanted to do was fuck her into even more ecstasy.

She could hear him moaning, feel him trembling, and if she wasn’t so far gone herself she probably would have felt pretty victorious.

She stopped part way, breathing heavily and giving her body a moment to relax. It was impossible to describe how she was feeling now, so hot and keyed up and yet thrilled at the fact that she hadn’t taken him in completely yet, that he still had yet to fill her.

“Oh god,” she moaned when he got busy with his hand again, his fingers on her sensitive clit making her twitch and tremble. “Are you trying to make me come before we’re even done?” For emphasis she pushed back just a little more, biting her lip as her breath caught in her throat. She tried to look back over her shoulder at him, to see him in all his ecstasy, but it was hard to keep her eyes focused on anything. “Take me,” she said again, holding her hips steady and challenging him to make the next move.

"Is it working? Because, you know, I plan to make you come more than once tonight."

Clint tried to grin through his panting and intensified his attempts, working her clit between his fingertips in turn with messaging her wet folds.

It was hard keeping his focus on that though, as great as it felt, when she challenged him so openly. There was only so much he do to could resist, when she was presenting herself like that. Her muscles working him tighter than he had ever felt it, made him a shivering mess as it was, his arm aching from where he had bitten down a little to hard. The way she pressed back against him made him more weak in the knees by the second and he was glad for a second to breathe when she stopped...

It didn't take more than her simple, hoarse order for him to lose it completely at this point. Making sure she still felt all relaxed against him, he slowly started pushing inside her deeper, make her feel every inch of fraction, accompanied by a low series of groans he hardly recognized as his own.

"Fuck, Tash'... You feel so fucking great."

He made sure to stop before he could be all the way inside her, still careful not to ask too much of her... And he wasn't sure he would survive this right now anyway.
His whole body trembled heavily against hers and without him realizing, his hand working her heated center had picked up speed, stroking through her damp folds and pressing up against her clit gently. The other one let go off the sofa to reach down under her too, teasing her nipples into hardness.
He wanted to feel her fly apart against him just as much as he needed to fuck her and his body couldn't quite decide where to start, purely acting on instinct now, on the lust pulsating through his veins and his hardness deep inside her.

“You already have,” Natasha panted, but who was keeping count? “I might have to step up my own game.” Because he wasn’t the only one going for multiples here. She loved to feel him come apart inside of her, to watch him even when he wasn’t, and she was determined to tear him down more than once as well.

He was trembling and hesitant, but when he started to push deeper she let out a loud moan in response before turning her head and biting down on the sleeve of his sweater. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, molding around him, drawing him encouragingly in. All the while his hands kept moving, driving her into a frenzy where she could do little more but moan and shake and mutter in Russian. She couldn’t handle much more.

“So... so close already,” she managed to say, her breathing shallow and harsh. “All the way... please...” She pushed back again, finding it difficult to continue to move so slowly, but she wanted him to meet her, to finish this, though she was sure it would finish this, that it would send her over the edge before he ever really got chance to move inside of her. “Clint...” she all but whimpered his name.

"I've got you, beautiful."

He felt her tremble beneath him and slowly, carefully moved his fingers away from her most sensitive parts, rough palms worshiping her stomach, the underside of her breasts, her legs. Her words made it clear that she wanted this just as much as him and if he made her lose it now... She'd take him with him without a doubt. Just for a little bit longer he wanted to enjoy this unbelievable closeness before that.

Still slowly, carefully enough, his hands just resting on her thighs, not holding her, he started pressing his hips into hers. He refrained to small tender circles until he could be completely sure, her muscles were welcoming him instead of tensing up. Then his hands grabbed her just a little tighter, pulling her against him in the rhythm of a harder push, and he cursed, something between German, the Bronx and French, throwing his head back.

"Fuck yes, Tash'... That's it. So good."

They were so fucking close now he could feel every inch of her hips and legs pressed against his, making him forget where his own body ended and where hers begun. The soft sweetness of her pussy pressed against his balls and it was only thanks to his teeth buried in his arm again, that he didn't come right there and then at this feel.

"So fucking perfect. You're so fucking hot and tight around my cock."

He didn't dare move again, not yet, wanting to stay like this for another moment, until he could be sure she was as much turned on by this at he was. But this wouldn't definitely be one of their records in pure fucking.

It was almost a relief when he stopped the ministrations of his hands and gave her just one sensation to focus on. She was so close to overload that she needed a moment to breathe, and she relaxed a little further as he shifted to gentle caresses over her less sensitive skin. It was exactly what she needed too keep from tensing up and accept him when he pushed the rest of the way inside of her. The last fraction of an inch was harder, rougher, and she screamed his name in response, but she was able to hold on, the break he had given her enough to keep her from hitting her climax too soon. Not yet, she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her, wanted more than just that one thrust before she lost it.

“I can feel... every inch of you,” she said, her voice muffled by the sleeve of the sweater as she pressed her face to it. Relaxing, she contracted around him again, feeling him throbbing inside of her. Letting out a moan she she moved, just slightly rotating her hips. “You feel so good.”

When Natasha started moving, Clint let her, staying still with the last of control he still had. Heat of desire radiated from her body onto his, their hips slick with sweat, with her juices, with oil, and every single twitch of her muscle he could feel on his skin where they pressed together. It was strangely exotic, warm, comfortable and just plain mind-blowing.

Slowly, with every of her moans and whispers, he began to lose his concern, feeling how very much ready she was, so good clamping around him. The feeling of her slight slick channel working him drove him absolutely mad with need.
He'd never get tired of telling her how amazing she was.

He was close to lose it again for another second when he looked down at her and saw her all trembling and hiding her face, her hair a fiery mess around her sweat stained shoulders, while her beautiful slim body pressed so closely into his. He made a mental note to take the time to watch her like this more often, instead of losing himself in fucking her right away as this position mostly lead him to. She was breathtaking, all stretched and bending for him, waiting for him to give her pleasure.

He had made the lady wait long enough, definitely.

"Don't."
Softly, he cupped her neck, trying to make her relax, look up, not shield her noises of lust anymore.
"Want to hear you moan my name, beautiful."

Not even waiting for a reply, he answered the movements of her hips with his own, sighing and panting with every bit of friction. Even when he pulled back just the slightest bit, to push back into her firmly, it didn't feel any less overwhelming. Soon enough, he was grabbing the arm rest again for support, his whole body shivering.

"Oh, fuck. That want you want, red? Want me to fuck you hard and deep?"

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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