Natasha Romanoff | The Black Widow (
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They didn’t get a lot of time off together, at least not enough to make a trip away worthwhile, so for this one weekend they decided to stay in the city and play tourist for the day.
They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.
Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.
They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.
Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.”
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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?"
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That one word, ‘don’t’, spoken from his lips made her freeze, wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but he continued and she smiled, turning her head more toward him and moving her arm away. When he moved again she made small noises of pleasure, grabbing the hand he’d laid against her neck and holding it firmly in hers, bringing it close to her lips. The short thrust made her gasp.
“Yes,” she said, dragging her teeth over his knuckles before kissing them softly. “Oh god, yes.”
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And now that he could be sure, he wouldn't hurt Natasha, he concentrated all the more on making her feel good.
His first deeper thrust was still a little shy, while the moan coming with it was all the more louder. Her muscles were working him from tip to base, and he thought, he could easily come from just that, from just being inside her.
It was far too good to make it that easy. He concentrated on putting up speed instead, one of his hands resting on her hip to steady her, hold her in place and keep the last bit of control.
The other answered her touch, knuckles playfully brushing her lips, showing her that he had no objection at all if she continued that little game of her teeth and lips.
If she kept on working him so hard that every single push inside of her felt like the first, his cock painfully throbbing from too long held back lust... Then he would end with more than one bite mark by his own teeth on his skin.
He kept his eyes on her face, the beautiful grimace of pleasure she let him see, and the unmistakable expression gave him more courage by the second. She was letting go, more than in many other nights before, all from only having his cock inside of her. From this intimate position, from everything they had done before...
It was so much more than even all the words they had exchanged earlier. She was everything she couldn't be with other people around him. Watching her like this actually brought him closer to lose it than just being inside of her.
A moan close enough to a whine came from his lips, and only now he realized he had started melting into her body much faster, halfway pulling out with every push now. What still remained of his clothes on his body was soaked with sweat. The overwhelming sexiness of her pussy pressing against his heavy balls again and again didn't exactly help.
A sweet naughty sound accompanied every time their hips met, speaking of Natasha's lust. Clint couldn't resist pause for a long moment, his hand on Natasha's thigh pulling her as close as possible, to dwell in this hot feeling of her wetness, soaking him without being even inside of her. Then he let go off her leg enough to push two of his fingertips along her hot mound, finding her clit and rubbing over it slowly, tightly.
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The thrusts became longer, faster, harder, and in answer her moans and screams became louder.
Every time he bottomed out inside her she felt his hot skin against her pussy, but there wasn’t time to relish in the sensation before he was pulling back again for another thrust. Until he decided he liked the feeling just as much as her and paused with his cock buried as deep inside of her as he could go, their bodies almost melded together by sweat and her own slick juices. She tried to take the brief lapse to catch her breath, but each exhale came out as a moan until she gave up and just moaned his name, long and low, drawing the soft flesh of the pad of his tongue between his teeth and biting down, not enough to do damage but enough to leave an impression for a minute or two.
A second later his skilled hand had her screaming his name, and she clenched around him as tightly as she could. As much as he had already done for her she wanted to bring him off first, knowing she would be only a heartbeat behind him.
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His mind whitening out with arousal, he let instinct take over, the well-known feeling of his balls tightening up hard against his body, and moved away from Natasha just enough to thrust back into her quickly, as hard as possible, while his fingers on her clit worked the sensitive bud the way he knew her to need it. Precise, hard, carefully holding her in place when the lust threatened to overwhelm her and she unconsciously tried to escape his administrations.
"Fuck, Tash'... God, yes."
He thought, he probably said - or more screamed - her name once more, a second later, when he came deep inside her. Just the feeling of it, of being buried like that in her perfect tight heat and spilling his lust like that, drawing the orgasm out like he had seldom felt it before. His body was shaking heavily and it was probably just hers so close to him holding him upright, while he still had his hand on her, doing his best to take her with him.
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She felt him hit his limit, felt as he came inside of her where nobody else had ever been allowed, and just the thought of that intimacy made her gasp, tears springing to her eyes. She had done so much more tonight than merely admit she loved him. She had proven it, both to him and to herself, not just how much she loved him but how much she trusted him as well. She had let him claim her in a way that she had never let another man before him do, in a way she had never realised she wanted until him. She had given herself to him, so completely and honestly, and it felt good, exhilarating, not frightening as she had expected.
When his skilled fingers brought her screaming to her climax while his seed was still hot inside of her, she thought she would have given him anything he asked of her in that moment. Or she would have thought this had she any ability to think remaining.
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There was nothing but their skin pressing together and the stunning smell of both their sex filling the air, the world around them narrowed down to only what they were doing, how close they were to each other. Sweat stung in his eyes until he had to close them, still moaning out with every breath, and he was sensitive inside of her but it was the sweetest of strains.
His hand had grabbed the arm rest in reach without him realizing, holding him somehow up when the lust kept on rippling through his body, causing him to bend forward over her body. Natasha's perfect form melted into his even closer like that while she screamed out her own height, her wetness drenching his balls, his legs, and fuck, he thought he had never come so hard.
His fingers never stopped working her sensitive flesh, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible while he stayed still inside her, rough pads rubbing up and down her swollen clit. His longest finger stretched out, reaching further between her legs, parting her slick, swollen lips until it dipped inside her. Just slightly, just teasing her while he kept on pressing down on her sensitive bud.
"So good, beautiful... You're so fucking sexy when you come for me."
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She didn’t try to respond to his words verbally, was pretty sure she didn’t have the ability at the moment say much more than his name and maybe a few nonsensical Russian curses drawn together. Instead she planted her hands on the sofa cushion under her and pushed herself up to all fours, moaning again at the change of angle and wishing they had ditched their shirts so she could feel his sweat drenched chest pressed against her back. She didn’t dwell on it, though, as she turned her head toward him as best she could, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but spoke of all the things she couldn’t find the words to say as she continued to tremble against him, around him, her hips bucking of their own accord.
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Instead he pulled her close to his chest and buried his face in her damp hair, trying to get the shivers shaking him under control, with little success.
He felt completely drained, for the moment at least, a beautiful nothing on his mind but the scent of her body and her lust and the perfect way they fit together. His arm hugging her close was gently draped across her chest, fingertips caressing her shoulder and neck, and he smiled when he could still feel her pulse race.
"Jesus, Nat... Wow."
Okay, so coherent speeching was still on holiday. But he thought she would still have a pretty good idea how very much he had enjoyed this. He pressed his face against her neck, still smiling, just felt and listened to her breathing. He let the last of their lust wash over them while the natural movements of her muscles and his flattening erection slowly guided him outside of her tight hotness.
Another blissed out sigh escaped his lips. Yep, definitely sensitive but so much worth it. Hopefully she felt the same.
"You good, Tash'? I didn't hurt you, did I? You've had me pretty far gone there in the end."
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“I think ‘wow’ sums it up,” she said, grinning widely. She could still feel him inside of her while they both slowly came down from the euphoric high, but by the time they’d caught their breath he had softened and slipped out, though he kept her close.
“I’m okay,” she said, threading her fingers through his and holding his hand lazily. She felt tender, and she wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t be a bit uncomfortable to sit for a while, but the experience had been worth it. “You never hurt me.” Snuggling back against him, she breathed slowly. “You know, if any of your tenants are still here tonight then they now know how amazing you are in bed.” The grin was clear in her voice.
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The heat slowly subsided but for now the cool air was a welcome refreshment on his skin, and he held Natasha close enough to share his warmth with her. He didn't think he could move enough to search for that blanket.
Before long they both would need a quick stop in the bathroom, but right now he was fully content with holding her like that, too exhausted to move more than with the tender touch of his hand. Even his eyelids felt heavy though he wasn't really tired.
Natasha's assurance helped him calm his mind, too, put worry aside and just revel in the memory of the last minutes. A complete sexual blackout, definitely. And yet they had both wanted it just as much, had let themselves fall into it the same way they sparred, they fought, in instinctive consent.
It was really no surprise he had come to love this woman so much. And to think he didn't have to hide that anymore... He pressed his face a little closer to her skin when the deep thankfulness and happiness threatened to overwhelm him again, and turned his hand to take hers, softly caressing it.
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The air was a bit chilly but she barely felt it with the sweater and Clint’s body heat keeping her warm. Cracking one eye open she looked at the candle still flickering on the coffee table before her eyes moved to the window where she saw only darkness without. Somehow in the midst of their passion the storm had passed over. It was still raining, the sound beating steadily against the roof, but it wasn’t as heavy as before and the accompanying thunder and lightening was over.
She closed her eyes again when Clint nuzzled against the back of her neck and stroked her hand softly. “You may have to let a professional cleaner at this couch after tonight,” she teased. Rubbing her foot down his leg she tangled them together until there was no space remaining between them.
Maybe she really could get used to this.
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He pressed a soft kiss to her neck while he was on it and rested his head on his arm, the comfortable silence and laziness still thick in his head.
Natasha pressing her body even closer to his didn't allow any coldness to creep in. He couldn't remember ever holding her like this. Not like this, not with the scent of lust reminding him of what they had just done, his arm pressing her safe to his chest while his fingertips drew soft circles on the back of her hand. Where his thigh rested against her sex, her skin was still moist from their game and he sighed, keeping a soft, steady touch, enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure.
"I don't think I can ever stand up from this couch again."
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His thigh pressing against her was strangely comfortable despite how sensitive she still felt, and she thought she could fall asleep just like that even though she wasn’t tired. Physically, yes, she felt drained, but she wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet, it was still early.
“Mm, that might become a problem eventually,” she said, though at the moment she couldn’t exactly argue.
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Clint pretended to be not half as serious as he actually felt in such moments, when all he wanted to do was to forget that they did have a life outside of what was between them. And that they would eventually have to return to it.
Not now. He buried his face in his arm, sighing, and groaned when he felt the sensitive spots where he had nearly bitten his skin open.
"Then again, two days in, you'd probably kill me. Heart attack or whatever too good sex gives you."
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For Natasha’s part, she preferred to focus on the present than worry about the future. She knew they couldn’t really stay like this forever, and as wonderful as that sounded now she knew it wasn’t something she really wanted. As important as Clint had become to her, the most important thing in her life if she was honest, she knew they couldn’t build their worlds around each other, it wasn’t healthy. They needed time apart too, time to miss each other and think about each other so that they never began to take each other for granted. Every couple needed space sometimes, but that was in the future and for the present she was content to make that space as small as possible.
“Only two days?” she questioned, wondering what he was groaning for. He couldn’t possibly be ready to go again so soon. He certainly didn’t feel ready against her. “Had I known you were such a lightweight maybe I would have chosen a different partner.”
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