study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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. 

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She bucked and trembled against him and he held her just as steady through it all. For a moment it felt like all the pain and uncertainty of the past few days had all been a dream and that nothing in the world could touch her, nothing could bring her down from the high she was feeling from the pure pleasure that continued to wrack her body.

Her orgasm seemed to stretch out forever with Clint’s thumb still working its magic and his cock still hard and moving inside of her. It wasn’t until she’d finally leveled out and slumped against him and he had pulled her up to hold her tight against his body again that she realised with surprise that he hadn’t come with her. He had been so close she had felt sure that her release would have pushed him over as well. He was still moving his hips slowly though she no longer moved with him. Her brain was having a hard time turning back on again so she hadn’t found anything to say nor moved to help him before he voice his request.

In all honesty she probably would have given him almost anything he asked for in that moment. Nodding against him, she made herself speak as well so he would be certain, knowing he would want to hear it. “Yes,” she whispered, finally making her body cooperate and squeeze him gently.

It took just that little answer of her muscles to his shallow movements to let Clint know, this wouldn't take long at all. His hand tightened on Natasha's ass, pressing her tightly against him once more before he forced himself to step back, slowly and carefully, knowing, she'd be sensitive after having just come. He winced a little himself at the sudden loss of contact but reminded his hormones there was more to come later.

For now there was something else he really liked to do, and since Natasha didn't seem to mind, that was a chance certainly to take. He swept her back into his arms, carrying her around the sofa so she could sit more comfortably. He wasn't sure how he managed to gather enough self-control for that but it was certainly worth it. Natasha looked scorchingly hot in her afterglow, with her lips slightly red and swollen and her body still trembling against his. It wasn't easy to let go off her for even a moment, but she was still all slick and hot against his painfully hard cock when he had her that close, and that overrode even his desire to hold her for the moment.

Her warm juices all over him served perfectly as lube after he had sat her down gently and gave in to his body's needs, starting to stroke himself just the way he needed it. With no playing around and no stretching things out, it really needed just a few hard movements to take him to the edge and over it. Especially with the beautiful sight of his naked partner right before him.

He somehow managed it to make sure to aim for Natasha's chest and not her face before his brains checked out for several long moments, his knees nearly gave out under him from all that heat finally relieving itself. He was pretty sure he was moaning, maybe shouting something, probably her name or something in Italian he couldn't remember. Finally he had to lean over Natasha and brace himself against the backrest to keep himself upright, the other hand, trembling heavily, caressing her shoulder and arm.

"Oh fuck..."

Clint was still so hard when he pulled out of her that Natasha gave a little whimper. Gripping the back of the sofa she was just lowering her feet back to the floor to steady herself when he surprised her again by sweeping her into his arms and carrying her around the sofa. Her knees still felt week and her body still tremble and she wasn’t sure where he found the strength, but when he had something in his head he almost always made it happen, no matter what.

He set her gently on the sofa and she shifted only slightly to get comfortable; planting her feet on the floor she kept her legs spread, the cool air in the house feeling good against her heated body. His eyes raked over her, seeming to focus on her chest, while hers never left the sight of his strong hand stroking himself right in front of her, his cock glistening with her juices. It was hot watching him like this, seeing him let go, and it was a good thing it didn’t take long or she would have been tempted to help him.

The semen hit her square on the chest in steady spurts, and she she shifted her body to make sure it covered her breasts. When he was spent and leaning over her she tilted her head up to kiss his chest, tasting the salt of sweat on his skin while she ran her hands along the backs of his thighs in soothing motions.

Still caught up in the last waves of lust, Clint couldn't help another shiver when Natasha's lips touched his skin. Instead of coming down quickly from its height as usual, his body still felt heated, on the edge, though exhausted for the moment. Yep, this would definitely be a long night.

As much as he would have loved to hold her for a while, softly caressing her back, there was something he had promised... And though she would probably call him a caveman for it, admittedly, he wanted to enjoy the sight, too.

So he gave in to his trembling legs and knelt down on the floor, not even trying to swallow his appreciative moan when he saw Natasha sitting there like this, with her legs spread and her breasts marked with white. One of these overwhelming arousing pictures to save on his internal hard drive for lonely nights to come, definitely.

His hands stroked her thighs gently, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he raised his head to look at her, her reddened cheeks and the relaxed bliss of her own orgasm in her eyes. Maybe he should give her a break, but temptation was just too big... She would tell him if she needed to stop. And well, this was supposed to be her night... He might as well start with worshiping her the way she deserved it.

His hands wandered higher, gently grabbing her hips to pull her forward so he could lean over her easier. He started with placing a little teasing kiss right below her navel, just a promise of where his mouth would be later. Then he made his way upwards with little kisses and sweeps of his tongue, bathing in her clean scent and the salty taste of their game, until he reached the mess he had left on her. Slowly, very thoroughly, he started licking her skin clean, looking up at her from heated eyes, especially in these precious moments when he caught her nipples between his lips and took a little extra time to make sure she was really clean there...

When Clint knelt on the floor between her feet, Natasha gave him a blissful smile and ran her fingers through his hair. “Like what you see?” she spoke in a rough, low tone, taking a deep breath so that her chest heaved provocatively. The look he gave her was one of pure admiration as he drank her in, committing the image to memory.

She expected Clint to join her for a rest and making teasing comments while he cleaned her up with a tissue, so when he grabbed her and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch she let out a surprised grunt and raised an eyebrow at him. She should have known he would not be so conventional.

A slow smile curled her lips as she watched him making his way slowly up her body and leaving a trail of kisses behind. There was something very raw and erotic about watching him lick the proof of his own lust from her skin, especially when he looked at her with such passion and desire. He was just so fucking sexy sometimes, and even though she was entirely satisfied there was no way Natasha was going to stop him right now. Dropping her head against the backrest when he focused on her nipples, she let out a soft noise and arched her back, hands trailing up his beautiful arms.

Clint smiled up at her a little when she leaned back, enjoying the attention, and made very sure he covered every inch of her beautiful curves with his administrations, alternating between gentle kisses, thorough sweeps of his tongue and little nibbles. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed but he didn't mind, and for getting his mouth on her beautiful breasts he never needed much of an excuse, really.

But there was something about the act itself that kept him just on that exciting edge of arousal, ready to start new anytime, with the worst burning desire sated for now, though. With Natasha, it could happen that she kept him in this state for days, especially when they were doing undercover and he had to watch her sexy ass through a scope 24/7. But here, in their holiday and with all time in the world at their hands, he could enjoy this, knowing that she felt the same and looking forward to the next time they would give in to this lurking arousal.

Finally when he was satisfied with her skin being clean, he rested her head against he chest with a deep sigh and just held her against him for a while, softly stroking her back and hips.

"You're just amazing, you know", he murmured, turning his head up to look at her. "Thank you for this. Tell me what you feel like doing?"

After watching him a while Natasha closed her eyes and relaxed, losing herself in the sensation of the gentle attention he lavished on her. He had satisfied her initial needy lust, but that wasn’t to say she was done for the night by any means, the way her nipples hardened again attesting to that. He didn’t push her, though, and before too long he settled against her and she let out a sigh of contentment. Running one hand along his arm and across his shoulders and back, she left her other draped comfortably around him, enjoying the embrace.

Eventually Clint stirred against her and she looked down to meet his eyes. He was always so grateful, as if he saw it as some sort of blessing that she let him near her like this. It was silly, but she said nothing about it.

“This is nice,” she answered. “Though you might want to get off of your knees. That will hurt after a while, and we wouldn’t want you hobbled for later.”

She fully intended to take him up on that offer of a fully body massage, but for a few minutes longer she just wanted to hold him and be held by him.

"You'd be surprised about how long I can be on my knees."

Clint raised an eyebrow at her, none too innocently, but gave in to her suggestion then. Maybe another time.

Sitting down parallel to the sofa, he snuggled close to Natasha's body again, one arm draped around her hips, with his head gently resting against her side and belly. He could still smell what they had just done on her, and it made him sigh a little, place a few soft kisses on her skin, that was enough for the moment.

The thought was there, below the surface, vaguely, that there was a reason why her body felt so especially soft at exactly this place where he nuzzled his face, and why he had to be careful to not put too much pressure there... But he managed to keep it at bay for now. It just was easier if they tried not talking, thinking about it the whole time. Still he couldn't resist placing another quick kiss right to the middle of her belly. Just to let her know he knew and that things were as alright as could be, at least tonight.

She laughed at his comment and shook her head. “Better watch what you say, I may ask you to prove it,” she replied, though she was pretty sure he would wear her out long before his knees failed him.

She had expected him to join her on the sofa and could only smile when he stayed on the floor, hugging her belly instead. Laying one arm along his she threaded the fingers on her other hand gently through his hair, every once in a while applying a little pressure to massage his scalp, or gently running her nails along it.

Now that the overwhelming need was sated, it was impossible not to think about the pregnancy, especially with Clint placing kisses on her slightly swollen belly. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she presumed it wouldn’t be long before the wild nights like these would come to an end. Eventually her body would grow fat and unattractive and he wouldn’t want her so desperately, and she would be tired and not want to do much.

She didn’t want to think about it right now, and she definitely didn’t want to think about what to do afterwards. She had gotten pregnant once; it had taken years but it had happened, so would they have to start taking precautions against it in the future? Just more things to discuss, but some other day.

“I may fall asleep if we stay like this too long,” she said after a while. “And I do believe you still owe me a massage.”

"As if I could forget."

A wide grin spread on Clint's face. He pressed his lips to Natasha's belly once more and straightened up then, kissing his way gently up her chest. Somehow he made it not to stray on the way before he reached her throat, her chin, and finally pressed his lips shortly, tenderly against hers. Just a promise for the moment.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

He hurried to get up - without his knees making any problems, as he liked to note - and got to the kitchen first, retrieving two bottles of water. One he brought Natasha before he hurried right back to prepare a small plate with chocolate from the fridge. He brought the snack to Natasha's nightstand while he emptied half of his own water bottle to rehydrate and then stopped by the bathroom.

It turned out, it had been a very good idea to bring that nearly full bottle of massage oil... He also brought along two big towels and a smaller one for himself to wipe his hands in between. He hadn't forgotten a certain warning about not messing up the sheets again...

When the towels were spread out on the bed and just waiting for Natasha to get comfortable on, he went back to the living room with a slight blush on his cheeks and put his arms around her from behind, nuzzling his face against her neck.

"Ready?"

Clint kissed his way up her body, and by the time he reached her lips she was smiling warmly. “I wouldn’t dream of moving,” she said, snuggling down a little deeper on the sofa. It wasn’t all that comfortable, to be honest, but she waited until Clint had disappeared before straightening up again. Of course he had made sure to get her some water first which she gratefully sipped at.

She could hear him moving between the rooms, and while it would have been sappy and cliché she wouldn’t be surprised to find candles and flower petals awaiting her in the bedroom when she got there.

The water helped to rejuvenate her and she was feeling alert again by the time Clint returned for her. “Mm, definitely,” she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand. “Carry me?”

He had said it was her night and had offered whatever she wanted, so why not take advantage of that offer?

Clint's smile was surprised but definitely not unhappy. Some evenings he just really liked to pamper his girl, and if she offered it herself, he certainly wouldn't say no.

"My pleasure."

Still smiling, he leaned down to sneak his arms under Natasha's legs and back and lifted her effortlessly. Of course he had to take the chance to kiss her, now that she was so close, a little longer this time but still feathery, with a small, teasing nip on her lower lip at the end. Before he could get carried away he brought her to the bedroom, maneuvering through the door elegantly, and set her down on the bed carefully.

"Wherever you want to start, M'lady."

He pointed at the towels and the oil bottle waiting with a little bow, waiting for Natasha to lay down.

His surprise was obvious but Natasha only smiled coyly back at him. She knew how he liked to take care of her in any way she would let him, and sometimes she let him more than others. Tonight was one of those times. After the past few days she was enjoying the pampering. Fussing over her and being too protective got old really quick, but worshipping her and making her feel like the only thing that mattered she could handle.

Sliding one arm around his shoulders, she marveled momentarily at how easily he lifted her, like she weighed nothing at all. She returned the kiss just as softly, resisting the urge to deepen it, before relaxing into his arms as he carried her to the bedroom. Seeing that he had covered the bed in towels she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t want to give Angelina more reason to scold you?” she teased as he set her carefully on the bed. Rolling over onto her stomach, Natasha made sure to smooth the towel back out before folding her arms and resting her head on them.

"I can think of more interesting ways to spend our holidays, than to discuss our nightly activities with anyone", Clint gave back with a small grin.

He forgot of the snark quickly though when Natasha laid down, because fuck... She was a piece of art and he would never get tired of ogling her. While it was no secret, he was falling for her magnificent breasts every other day, he loved her backside just as much. Especially when she was spread out for him like that, with all her wonderful curves on display, her shapely legs and the sweet round of her ass, her hair a softly glowing flame down her shoulders. Her fair skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark sheets and towels, the brighter lines of her bikini a memory of the beautiful hours they had spent here. The sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs was still flushed from excitement, last - or maybe new - faint proves of her lust glistening there.

It took Clint all willpower to not kneel down behind her and get his tongue between her legs instead of anything else. At least he could somehow tear his sight away and kneel over her legs to reach for that oil bottle. He leaned down for nothing more than a soft, chaste kiss to her shoulder and carefully parted the long waves of her curls, draping them on the pillow to have free access to her neck.

It was there where he started, with a first small amount of oil slicking up his hands, gently massaging and caressing fingertips seeking out every small tension that the turmoils of the last days had left. He tried to soothe them away of course, rather than hammering than out like the sadists over at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s health care centers did. But from time to time he needed a little pressure. Especially when he wandered lower then, put more strength in his strokes and found more of these hard knots. He made sure to treat every spot with small kisses and an extra amount of oil when he had to get a little rough. Finally he could run his hands steadily from Natasha's neck down to her waist without finding any sore spot on the way and made an appreciative little sound.

"Hope you haven't fallen asleep yet..."

Bending down again, he let his lips wander softly over Natasha's neck to her ear to give it a playful bite while his hands, still smooth and slick, wandered deeper, exploring the sensitive skin right above her butt.

His hormones had fallen asleep pretty much in spite of Natasha's wonderful body so close to his, due to all the concentration he always put into work. Now they immediately remembered that his partner was still being very naked. Not yet... They were far from done. But with him pressing himself close to her like that for a moment, she had to feel it.

"Because you know, I'm not halfway done with you, beautiful", he added in a low, husky murmur.

“It’s just a good thing you have air conditioning,” Natasha returned. “If we had to leave the windows open there might be even more curious people around.” It wasn’t that they couldn’t be quiet if they had to be, but when they didn’t they much preferred to let loose, and things often got very vocal.

For a long moment after she made herself comfortable there wasn’t a sound nor movement in the room, and she knew Clint was taking a minute to admire her body all laid out for him as it was. It was tempting to move and teasingly draw his attention wherever she wanted, but she decided to behave. She really was looking forward to this massage, after all.

Eventually she felt him join her on the bed and smiled at the light kiss, but after that he was all business. His touch was gentle, more persistent than relentless. Instead of trying to harshly work out the tension as quick as possible he took his time, easing it out bit by bit. She only winced a few times when he found some particularly tight knots, but those too melted away beneath his expert hands leaving her feeling practically boneless.

“Mm, that would be an awful shame,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Chuckling at the little bite, she shifted a little on the bed in what could have been a perfectly innocent readjustment of her position, but that happened to press her ass back against him. “I can tell,” she said, cracking one eye open and trying to peer back at him.

"Sh. Don't crack your neck after all the work I've just done."

Clint leaned down a little more to press his lips to her cheek and the corner of her mouth. His too fast breath met her skin, followed by a quiet moan when her ass pressed so perfectly against his growing excitement. He all but physically had to pull himself back from her, reminding himself of the work he still had to do. Not that it was bad work, at all...

He sat down next to her legs to put a little distance between and got more oil for his hands to work with. Gently, nearly harmlessly he ran them down Natasha's back until he could cup her perfect ass, more caressing than anything else, at least for the moment. Then one hand wandered lower while the other searched its way to that very same thigh, of course taking the most obvious way between her legs. He'd have to let go off her otherwise and he wasn't planning to do anytime soon... Somehow he managed not to stray by that promising waiting heat either, just brushing his fingertips over the tender skin, before he concentrated on her thigh.

Her legs were Natasha's deadliest weapons, the best trained muscles of her body, and Clint made very sure to put the same care and thoroughness into his work as he would have with his bow and arrows, or with his own hands. He listened to the reaction of her muscles very carefully as he made his way down and eased his grip immediately when she was tensing up too much, rather pushing out all irregularities from constant tension and work with soothing strokes.

As tempting as it was, he didn't try to tickle her when he reached the back of her knee, just bent her leg softly against the careful press of his hand to make sure there was no hidden sore spot waiting there.

By the time he was done with taking her of her lower leg, he had his hormones under control and could turn to her foot with the same slow patience. He remembered very well from the last massage, how she liked to be touched there, and worked all these tricks on there that had made her purr and sigh last time before repeating the same process on her other leg. It wasn't impossible she would fall asleep until he was done...

But it was definitely worth it, touching her like that, feeling every inch of her skin lively and warm under his fingertips, find all these little spots that responded so well to his caresses and a little kiss here and there. Sometimes he chased a shiver away with a playful nudge of his nose, sometimes he gave her firm, waiting flesh a bite before he started to treat it with oil.

But it was all good and harmless and coy. At least until he was back to having her perfect ass under his working fingers, his touch decidedly tighter this time, fingertips slipping teasingly between her firm round cheeks.

"You'll have to turn around for the rest, I'm afraid..."

Natasha settled her head back down following Clint’s chiding, an easy smile on her lips that only grew at his attention, and the clear signs that he really was far from done with her tonight. He managed to reign himself in and get back to work, though his hand got very close to wandering before he started working on her thigh. Letting out a content sigh, she closed her eyes again and gave herself over to his skillful hands.

By the time he reached her foot she was teetering on the edge of sleep, though it was nothing she couldn’t easy shake herself from. Of course the kisses and nibbles he occasionally treated her with helped to keep her awake as well. As he worked on her feet she let out small sounds of pleasure. Too often her work seemed to require uncomfortable shoes to match fancy dress or business wear, and while she could run in heels and kick ass in them without missing a step, that didn’t make them comfortable. It felt amazing having them rubbed and soothed.

Of course Clint’s hands eventually found their way back to her ass, and although he teased her he never went further. He really was determined to make good on his promise.

“That involves moving,” she said, languidly lifting one foot into the air. “I think you may have left me incapable of doing that.”

"That's what you got your friendly neighborhood archer for."

Clint chuckled at her weak attempt of moving and forced himself to let go off her wonderful ass, at least for the moment. Instead he brought his arms carefully under her body and helped her turn on her back and stayed leaning over her for a long moment, with his lips softly pressed to hers. Her skin was even softer than usual with all that oil worked in, her body warm and completely pliant in his arms. It was nearly physically impossible to not treat her with a whole different kind of massage than planned immediately. But just as much he wanted to see her melt completely under his hands.

So he sat back again and reached for a new amount of oil to treat every inch of her arm and hands just as carefully as her legs. Even more, especially her hands, where the muscles were so fine, so sensitive and yet so strong. He knew from his own regular treatment and more rehabs than he cared to count, how to work the sensitive tissue. How much pressure was just enough, which joints gave in how when you rolled them, until every work of at least 5 years seemed forgotten.

He lost himself a little in that, but by the time he was done with the second arm, he definitely remembered again that there was even more fun to do tonight. He scooted down further on the bed, between Natasha's legs, to rest one of them on his thigh and continue what he had started on the backside. With how thorough he had been there, there wasn't much to do left. So when his hands finally made their way up the insides of Natasha's thighs, to tease the sensitive skin there with what was left of oil on his skin, his conscience was completely clean.

"Anything I forgot?", he asked with a small grin while his fingers slowly made their way higher.

“Oh, that’s what you’re for,” she teased. She thought about letting her body go completely limp so he would have to do all the work, but not wanting to disrupt the towels he had carefully laid out she aided him in helping her turn over until she was stretched out comfortably on her back. With him so close she couldn’t resist kissing him, her fingers stroking softly over his cheek, but she refrained from letting her hand wander, no matter how tempting. He still had much to do.

Closing her eyes, Natasha let out small noises here and there as Clint continued his work, especially enjoying how he worked her hands as thoroughly as he had her feet. By the time he had finished and moved down the bed she barely cracked her eyes open to watch him until the serious part of his task was over and it was clearly time for more fun.

As his hands slid slowly along her thighs she opened her legs a little further, inviting him him to touch her, to taste her, to do whatever he liked. Moving her hands from where she had folded them over her stomach, she trailed them up her torso to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze. “Mmm, I can think of a few areas,” she purred, looking at him through her lashes.

"Maybe you should give me a list... You know, so I don't do anything wrong..."

Right before Clint's hands could reach their target, he changed course and slid them under Natasha's ass again, raising her hips a little. That mesmerizing thing she was doing with her hands drew a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl from him, as the blood quickly went back to the lower regions of his body. He decided to ignore it for the moment, pressing his hips into the mattress, and brought his mouth between Natasha's legs with a longing sigh, taking her invitation gladly.

He welcomed his foresight of keeping the oil away from there - at least for the moment - as he licked broad, longing swipes over the tender skin of her pussy, quickly as ever lost in her familiar taste and sweet scent. The tip of his tongue found the hardened bud of the center of her lust and pressed down on it insistently while his hands kept up that slow, strong kneading of her ass. He breathed heavily against her, drowning in her lust with every sense until her hips were bucking against his mouth, then he pulled back a little to tease her, and started to slowly fuck her with his tongue instead, just to taste more of her.

He honestly didn't know where to look, with her beautiful breasts all caught up in her strong hands and her face marked by pleasure... But well, he definitely enjoyed both views equally so he sure as hell wouldn't complain.

“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.

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