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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It was part of the job to be observant, to pick up on every little detail and nuance, and it was something she couldn’t turn off easily even in her normal life. It was made even more difficult by the fact that she enjoyed watching Clint, enjoyed studying him and learning everything she could about him. He was always so attentive to her every feeling, and while she didn’t show it as easily or readily she definitely paid attention when it came to him.

She smiled against his lips at the simple thanks and kissed him slowly, but it was made quite clear quite quickly by the way he kissed her back and pulled her closer that this was moving far past the simple cuddling stage.

“Well...” Natasha said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her breath still playing across his lips. “You’ve been a very good boy. Maybe you’ve behaved long enough...”

"Hmm... You mean, I have your permission to make you come again?"

That suddenly smug tone in her voice was something he could easily keep up with, accompanied by one eyebrow raised and his hand moving down her back, stopping right above her ass.

"I should warn you, that's a job I'll take very seriously. Since that blanket thing is out of question, I will be very thoroughly making sure you won't freeze... You know..."

His hand found the way under her - his - hoodie, rough fingertips teasing along the hem of her shorts.

"I can't eat you out through those, you know..."

Natasha couldn’t help but grin at his cocky reply, though she made a half-hearted effort to hold it back. “Permission granted,” she said, brushing her thumb lightly over his cheekbone. She kept her eyes on his as his hand roamed down her back, and besides the gentle stroking of her thumb she didn’t move.

“That is true, though if you’re going to start removing my clothing then you’re definitely going to have to work harder to keep me warm,” she replied. She was secretly amused by his one track mind. All his talk about eating her alive, she wondered just how long he had been thinking about this, just waiting for her to give him the green light.

Something felt off and he wasn't exactly sure what it was. Maybe it was just still part of the teasing but he needed to go sure before he would lose part of his clear senses in sensation.

He brought his hand to Natasha's on his face, softly caressing it, his hand resting still and warm against her back.

"I'm pretty sure I can do that. But you do know we don't have to, right? I love to make you come apart. I love to make you feel good. But you're the one who needs to want it."

Natasha’s expression softened at his words, how completely caring and simply wonderful he was. It didn’t matter how bad he wanted her he was always very careful to make sure she wanted him just as bad, always so worried about pushing her, about making her do something she wasn’t really up for. He really was the most amazing man she had ever met.

She really did love him, and right now her heart actually ached a little with the strength of that feeling. Kissing him slowly, deeply, she hoped he could feel it too.

Breaking the kiss, when she looked at him again she had managed to get her emotions under control and gave him a look that was positively devilish.

“Then I want you to bury that gorgeous face of yours between my legs and... what was it you said earlier? Eat me alive?”

"Aye, Ma'am."

Clint pressed his lips to her palm, still resting against his cheek, locking all words inside for now, all the feelings vibrating between them. The deep warmth of joy spreading in his chest, when he could see Natasha like that, shaken by emotions she so seldom allowed herself to feel. They were there, that was all he needed to know.

And admittedly, right now, he also needed to know how she would taste when he finally got his mouth on her. A short, longing moan escaped his throat when his hand started wandering again, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her shorts to tease the little hollow right above her buttocks.

He would have loved to started slow, exploring every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, but as long as it wasn't really warm in the room, he didn't want her to get out of too many clothes.

So he sat up, instead, reluctantly, just enough to make Natasha lie on her back, using the slightest pressure of his other hand flatly pressed against her sternum. Though he wouldn't admit it loudly... He sometimes did enjoy it to handle her body the way he needed it, and that she let him do it to her without ripping his head off his shoulders.

He thanked her with a playful kiss on her nose and nibbled on her lower lip then, grinning, letting her know what he was about to do to her. His hand on her chest was already busy elsewhere though he honestly couldn't remember aiming for that. But then again... Natasha's glorious full breasts had always worked a certain kind of magic on him. He was massaging and teasing her through the thick fabric long before he knew, expertly finding one hardening nipple between his knuckles and giving it a slow, tight tug.

Never one to forget his most important target, he started drawing her shorts from her legs at the same time, very carefully, inch by inch.

"I begin to like these clothes on you."

He scooted down on the sofa enough to bend over her body, kiss and lick that small bright stripe of her belly where his administrations had pulled that hoodie upwards.

Edited Date: 2013-09-14 09:34 am (UTC)

There was a tenderness between them that a part of her reveled in while another part still wasn’t entirely sure how to accept, so she was ready when the mood shifted, grinning at the noise he made just for touching her. She obediently let him move her, let him gently push her over onto her back, her eyes never leaving his face and the slight grin never leaving hers; he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it when he took control and moved her how he wished. She was always so in control, so dominant and commanding, that she secretly enjoyed letting him take over so she didn’t have to think, she only had to react. It was freeing.

Crinkling her nose slightly when Clint kissed just the tip of it, Natasha proceeded to just return his grin because she simply couldn’t not right then. Even through the thick fabric of his sweater his hands were magic and she arched her back to press herself into his touch.

“Funny you say that as you’re removing them,” she teased, lifting her head to look down at him, her body giving a slight shiver when he kissed her stomach. She knew what he meant, though, and she agreed completely. There was something very attractive about wearing his clothes while he had his way with her, something possessive but in the best way possible.

“Hang on,” she said before propping her elbows on the sofa and pushing herself back until she could prop her head up on the arm of the couch. “I want to watch you.” Her voice held a deliberate husky quality when she said these words.

Clint totally meant to tease her back but his voice betrayed him, rough with desire of seeing her getting caught up in the game more and more.

Natasha was so goddamn sexy in her absolute confidence and lust, he could feel himself growing hard just from watching her. Her cheeks lightly colored, this darkened look in her eyes inviting him to get moving... It was out of question for him who really was in charge here, and he happily submitted.

With his face so close to her body now, her warmth and the familiarity of her smell welcomed him, drawing another moan from his lips. He had to try hard and not just roughly push all that fabric aside and away.
Instead he caught the hem of her underwear between his teeth and pulled it down her legs, not taking too much time to make her wait. His eyes were drawn to every smooth inch of her center being revealed and his cock went back to full attention in an instant. Damn.
When the annoying piece of cloth finally was out of the way, he ran his hands back up her legs slowly, firmly massaging the tight flesh, looking up to meet Natasha's curious gaze.

"In that case we should give the show a little more room."

When he reached her knees, he gently pushed her leg up the back rest so she could place it there. He appreciated the view with a soft groan, holding back violently from reaching down his body to touch himself.

"Fuck, that's hot."

The couch was just long enough to stretch out comfortably before her. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his cheek against her leg, teasing the inside with his stubble the way he knew she liked it.

"Comfortable?" He couldn't help but grin up at her for another moment, a look of pure innocence on his face.

She smirked when he moaned again, taking great pleasure in the fact that she had such an effect on him just by being there, by letting him touch her, by wanting him to touch her. It didn’t take much to get him going, but he never left her unsatisfied, that was for certain.

Her eyes darkening when he proceeded to remove her clothes with his teeth, she watched his eyes roam over her before he met her gaze again, the look that passed between them practically electric. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as he repositioned her leg, her breathing grew the slightest bit shallower as she watched him admiring her. When a lot of other men looked at her they made her feel like an object, but Clint actually made her feel beautiful in a way that nobody else ever had, and even when he was so openly ogling her body, she still felt attractive for more than just was on the outside.

Sucking in a sharp breath at the delicious scrape of his stubble against the soft skin of her inner thigh, she gave a chuckle at the look he gave her. How he could manage to look innocent with his head between her legs she had no idea, but he somehow pulled it off.

“Almost,” Natasha replied. Leaving her left leg where he had put it over the back of the couch, she moved her right off the edge of the cushion until she could rest her foot on the floor, further opening herself up for him while keeping her eyes locked on his face so she didn’t miss his reaction. Curling the drawstring of her hood around her fingers she grinned down at him. “Yes.”

"Damnit, red."

Clint drew in a sharp hiss of pleasure when Natasha presented herself to him like that, willingly giving herself in a most vulnerable way. She didn't only look beautiful and sheet scorching hot, just on the right sight of dirty, with half of her clothes still on and her most intimate parts just waiting to be touched. She was offering herself to him with all the trust she put in him. Aside from the growing throb of pleasure deep in his guts it also left him simply and strongly happy.

He answered by pressing his lips softly to the sensitive skin of the juncture of her hips and legs, now so perfectly in reach, dwelling in her sweet scent so close. Following the movement, he rubbed his cheek teasingly against her tender folds, as long as he could stand it to wait himself for another moment. It wasn't long.

His hands came to rest on her loins, close enough for his thumbs to brush the sensitive white skin of her mons. Locking his eyes with hers again, lust clouding his sight more by the second, he carefully stretched her tender flesh, spreading her lips open for his mouth, his breath ghosting over the pink flesh. His tongue darted forward without a warning, circling the most sensitive spot his fingertips had exposed.

She could see how much he was enjoying this, how much pleasure he took in watching her, in giving her pleasure, and it just made her want him all the more. This wasn’t something she normally allowed her lovers because it made her feel vulnerable, because it felt so much more revealing and honest than everything else, not that she had had a lot of lovers, despite popular belief. In her old life she, more often than not, could get the information she needed without having to sell out her body to do so.

Her breath catching when he brushed his cheek, rough with stubble, against her, Natasha flexed her fingers in the cord of the sweater, fixedly watching his every movement. She felt her heart beat fast when he met her eyes, the darkness in his almost animalistic and looking every bit like he really did want to eat her alive. She shivered as his breath teased her sensitive skin, and she couldn’t hold back a moan when his tongue, so hot and wet, moved over her.

Clint loved the little sounds of pleasure from Natasha's lips and definitely needed more of that. He could have had her writhing and asking for more within seconds but that wasn't what he wanted this time. He wanted her to know, how good this could feel, that he had and wanted to have all time in the world to give her pleasure.

Keeping her spread open, his fingertips softly massaging her tender flash, he started lapping at the same hardened spot that had made her voice her pleasure, in long, gentle strokes, sucking it in between his teeth from time to time. The heat radiating from her center engulfed him, sending shivers of pleasure down his back and coiling in his groin, and he could long smell her before he felt her, sweet and moist and delicious against his skin.

He smiled at her softly from below, letting her see how much he enjoyed it feeling her lust, but never took his mouth off her. Instead he drew her swollen clit back in between his teeth and rubbed the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud, tight and quick.

If it was more he wanted it was more he definitely got. Pressing her shoulders back into the cushion Natasha arched her back slightly, a long, low moan escaping her lips. Fisting the material at the bottom of the sweater in her hand, she clutched it right below her breasts as her eyes drifted closed.

God, he was good at this. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, his teeth adding a sensation just on the verge of being painful that sent thrills of pleasure shooting up her spine. Forcing her eyes open again, she looked down at him through her lashes. She couldn’t see his smile with his mouth moving so expertly against her, but she could see it shining in his eyes, especially when she felt that first rush of wetness.

A flash of lightening lit up the room but she barely even noticed. The storm outside was forgotten in wake of the one that was building within her with each roll of his tongue and scrape of his teeth that caused her to gasp and moan. It took all of her self control to keep from grabbing a handful off his hair and holding on.

Feeling how Natasha reacted more to him by the second made it impossible to resist getting a real taste of her any longer.

Soft, wanton growls rolling through his chest, Clint started running his tongue over every small inch, every hidden sensitive spot of her soft pink lips, enjoying her well-known strong, sweet taste before he went straight for the spring. His tongue deep inside her body gave him another pretty good impression of how wet, how tight she was for him, and his cock ached with unfulfilled passion. He ignored it, just pressing his hips firmly into the cushions to dampen his own need.

Instead he started fucking Natasha with his tongue, slowly and thoroughly, swirling inside her and pressing his face against her close enough to tease the sensitive spot he knew deep inside her. The delicious sounds of pleasure from her lips and their both fast breathing made up all the way for any other missing sound. It made it a lot easier now to blind out the rumbling of thunder outside.

He drowned in her smell, in her juices wetting his skin, his hands gently stroking her stomach and legs while he plunged into her again and again, feeling her muscles tighten around him. There really wasn't much he enjoyed that greatly like feeling her so close with all of his senses, and watch her, his eyes never leaving her face, letting go off all her borders for him.

Sometimes Natasha thought that Clint knew her body, her needs, even better than she did, but it was more likely that they were just so in sync with what they wanted and enjoyed that what she needed was exactly what he wanted to give. As it was, she didn’t have to say anything when she was practically aching to feel him inside of her; he was already exploring every fold before diving in.

Bucking her up into him she clutched the material tighter, her other hand moving erratically before grabbing one of his and lacing their fingers together. Her foot on the floor tensed, lifting up to press her toes into the floor as she moaned his name. She knew he liked to hear her, liked it when she was loud, so she didn’t hold back, didn’t try to reign it in. She never had to with him, not in any situation. He wanted her, all of her, completely uninhibited, and she had grown to enjoy giving him exactly that more than she had ever thought possible.

"Just like that... Fuck, you're so hot, Tash'."

His voice was nothing more than a hoarse growl against her heated skin, his eyes shining with the lust of a passionate watcher. And maybe a little with pride, when he searched her eyes, his tongue darting forward to merely tease her clit after every few syllables. It was both to tease her and give her a moment to breathe. They could both need it.

The hand not holding hers slipped from her stomach down, flatly caressing her inner thigh before he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her hot warmth. Feeling her clench and flutter around him left his cock achingly hard, twitching for her ins pants. He found himself grinding into the sofa aimlessly, his need growing by the second.

With his mind clouded by desire, the restraints he usually put around his dominant side, dropped a little. At least as much as he would let them, always careful with not pushing Natasha too far, never to give her the feeling she had to bring herself to do or say anything, not for him... But fuck, sometimes he just couldn't resist talking her into even more arousal.

"You like that?"
He crooked his finger inside her, finding that one spot she responded so well to, and lapped at the new wetness dripping from her tight center with an appreciative moan.

"God, you're getting so wet for me, Tasha. I just love your taste. Think you can give me some more? Think you can drench me with your sweet juices?"

He slowly started pressing and circling his fingertip against that one spot while he spoke, staring at her with blazed eyes but still fully attentive to her reactions.

Edited Date: 2013-09-18 02:09 pm (UTC)

His voice, all rough and uninhibited, just made her moan louder. Closing her eyes she pushed her head back against the arm of the sofa and arched into him again in anticipation as his hand travelled down her body. Thankfully he didn’t make her wait before his finger filled the empty space his tongue had left behind.

“Fuck, yes,” Natasha replied to his question before gasping, her whole body jerking slightly when he found her sweet spot. If she had known what he was thinking, if she knew how hard he sometimes had to hold himself back with her, she would have told him not to, told him to just let go. Clint was different than anyone else she had ever been with and she felt that if he asked for something she didn’t want to do that they could talk about it. If she knew about his hidden dominant side she might ask him to give into it. The idea of giving into him completely, of learning what he wanted and enjoyed, was exciting.

For now, though, she was enjoying the dirty talk, her breaths becoming shorter as he worked his finger inside of her. “Keep that up...” her voice broke into a low moan, “and we’ll soon find out.”

She forced herself to look at him then, to try to keep her eyes on him even though they just wanted to close. The look in his eyes held her captive, and it turned out easier than she thought. He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen, especially when they were so dark and burning with lust.

"Maybe we should try a little teamwork..."

Relieved that he hadn't made it to offend her with all the naughty conversation, Clint decided to take his chances a little further. He guided Natasha's hand upwards to one of her breasts and left it there. Slowly, gently at first, he began twisting and pressing her other nipple through the layers of the sweater, his eyes still firmly holding her gaze asking her to do same.

The violent shivers and moans from her body made it nearly impossible to stay still much longer. He loved the way, her cheeks, her skin all the way down to where the hoodie blocked his sight, was flushed with arousal, the smell of salt and her growing lust heavy in the air.

There was no overthinking, in such moments, no reservations, just the affection and trust he could see in her eyes, and the anticipation of more... and he certainly didn't intend to disappoint her.

There had been affairs in the past, mainly between the time in the circus and S.H.I.E.L.D., but he couldn't remember any of this woman - or one very drunk day, that one guy - giving him that much pleasure. And surely not just by giving herself over to him, by responding to him like his hands weren't made to kill. Like none of them would have ever have had to seduce a mark for the good of the mission. There was no S.H.I.E.L.D. in here and no past.

Just Natasha's beautiful moans, the throbbing desire deep down in his guts and the patience to put that aside the whole night, just to have Natasha revel in this beautiful, blissful state of mind.

His fingertips caressing and massaging her damp folds, slowly slid back into her wetness when her breath grew even faster, even more uncontrolled. Soon he was back to rubbing her sweet spot in slow, deep strokes just watching her and moaning her name when he could feel herself respond even more to him.

"Keep touching yourself. Want to feel you come all over my hand, beautiful."

With that, he lowered his head back to her body and sucked the little swollen bud of her lust back between his lips, while his hands continued their work.

She let Clint move her, instruct her, and easily followed his lead. Gasping a little as he caressed her through the material of his sweater she found herself wishing she had forgone that last bit of clothing so that she could feel his hand on her. Even so she did as his eyes silently asked her to do, her own hand squeezing her other breast, teasing the nipple to a hardened peak.

Moaning and arching against him, her foot was near to cramping up where she held it so rigid against the floor, so she moved her leg back up to the sofa, her foot sliding down along his side and over his shapely ass. His fingers were inside her again and her breathing grew more rapid, her her movements more erratic as her hips gyrated against him of their own accord. She could feel herself getting close, her moans answering his, his words pushing her almost to the brink.

It was his lips against her again, sucking and teasing her, that finally pushed her over the edge. Now that they were safe, in his apartment, she let herself go, loudly voicing her pleasure for him. Only for him.

Clint kept up his administrations, just reducing the pressure he had used on Natasha's enticingly hard nipple to drive her over the edge. Caressing both her hand and her heavily rising upper body, he sucked at the wetness gushing from her body, staining his skin and the sheets. A series of deep moans escaped his lips. Natasha's foot nudging a well sensitive body part didn't exactly help keeping his concentration only on her.

But it was more than worth it, keeping his eyes on her, seeing her fall apart like that, trembling, her face a beautiful grimace of lust. He kept on teasing her swollen clit in turn with her lips, using just the tip of his tongue, to give her a moment to breathe. He kept on pumping and circling his fingers inside her, drawing even more of her sweet wetness from her body when her muscles tightened around him.

"That's it, beautiful. You're doing so good. Love it when you come all over me."

His words were a breathless whisper against her slick skin, his lips just teasing her most sensitive spot, along with the harsh, quick breaths speaking of his own lust.

It had long gone from cool to sinfully hot in the room. At least that was what it felt like with his clothes still on. Seeing and feeling Natasha lose herself like that for him had left him maddening hard, exposed, sensitive skin rubbing against the rough insides of his pants. But he didn't trust himself in not wanting to be all over her when he took them off. He was far from being done with her.

So he just changed the angle a bit, rolling to his side and resting on one elbow, to stop himself from grinding into the cushions which left him more frustrated than anything. His hands never left Natasha's body, letting her know, he was there, holding her, catching her in her aftermath and carrying her even further.

He withdrew his fingers just long enough from her heated center to let her take a deep breath before he lowered his mouth back on her, his tongue pushing deep inside her to taste the vivid proof of her ecstasy. His slick fingertips slowly moved further between her widely spread legs, getting her juices on the insides of her pale, firm cheeks, coating and teasing her hidden puckered hole, while he continued to fuck her with his tongue.

Natasha trembled and gyrated against him as he continued to work her body with his mouth and his fingers, carrying her through her orgasm, prolonging it even.

“Clint...” she whimpered his name as she felt his words against her. Anything else she might have said devolved into another low moan, her leg tightening slightly around him. He was so fucking good at this she could barely form a thought right now let alone any words, and he was still there, touching her, licking her, pushing her even farther until her body gave a final shudder.

When he finally withdrew she was able to breathe again, a few gasping breaths as she relaxed back into the soft cushions of the couch, but it was short lived and she gave an embarrassing little yelp of surprise when his mouth was suddenly on her again, his tongue wasting no time in delving inside. He was amazing, she couldn’t think of a better word for him at the moment. She knew how turned on he had to be by now, but instead of burying himself deep inside of her like he probably wanted to, like she would eagerly accept, he kept his focus solely on her, on pleasing her in every way, and clearly multiple times.

“Fucking amazing,” Natasha cursed, her hand moving down to clutch at his hair. She couldn’t help herself any longer, her ecstasy still burning strongly despite her release. She held him against her, her passion building anew as he teased her with his slick fingers. “God, yes.”

Clint had been half and half expecting Natasha to stop him, or at least slow him down if she needed a break. When she pulled him close instead, all he could do was groan against her, a new wave of lust burning deep in his loins.

His cock was straining against his pants with every second more, throbbing heavily against his thigh, and it took all his willpower to not reach down and give himself some release. He wanted to have that with her, later, and right now she deserved all of his attention. It really didn't happen often she let him take care of her that long, staying that passive and clearly enjoying herself, and he would make the best of it.

He deeply inhaled the heavy sweet scent of her lust, moaning and sighing against her lips while his tongue explored her wet tightness, swirling inside her. Occasionally he teased the edge of that hidden spot he had just used to drive her crazy with. It was enough to leave her dripping wet still, her juices heavy in his mouth and on both their skin. Certainly enough to give her ass a little more attention.

It wasn't something they had often had a chance to explore though there had been some experiments, mutually... But boy, did he love it to give both of her tight, sweet holes all of the attention he was capable of. And Natasha obviously liked it just as much as he remembered it...

She had gotten him so wet, it was easy to slide one finger inside of her, slowly easing in, ready to stop at the slightest sign of resistance. Slowly, gently, he circled it inside of her, pumping her until he was buried deep inside her, two of his other fingertips gently massaging and further coating the sensitive rough skin of her entrance. The fantasies that just this wonderful hot feeling placed on his mind, were enough to leave him breathless, to withdraw his mouth from her for just a moment.

"Fuck, red... You're so tight. Love it... You want this?"

It wasn't as much a real question as a challenge and he was pretty sure she would see it from the look in his eyes when he brought his lips back to her clit. He just lazily grazed it to turn her on even more, while his finger kept on working her, ever so gently. He couldn't get enough of her voicing her pleasure and though he would never push her into any more submission than she already offered him tonight... It held a great appeal, having her say what she wanted.

It wasn’t often that she gave herself over to him so completely, that she let him be the one in total control for so long, but tonight was different. She had finally told him she loved him, allowed the possibility of spending more time here with him, and accepted that, if there was such a thing, they were made for each other. It had been an evening of revelations so far, and maybe she should be afraid of what was to come next, but instead of leaving her feeling vulnerable she actually felt happy, maybe even a little relieved, and excited for what was to come for them.

Her breathing was still sharp, short, and she only now noticed the thing sheen of sweat that had broken out over her body. Every noise he made against her just made her feel empowered, that he was getting so worked up just pleasing her, just seeing and feeling how she reacted.

She was definitely going to make all of this up to him later.

When he slowly slid his finger inside of her she sucked in a sharp breath before moaning loudly as he eased deeper inside. Throwing her head back against the cushion she cursed breathlessly in Russian, her body arching and trembling against him of its own accord. His voice drew her back and she forced herself to raise her head, to meet his eyes, her own so dark and dilated.

“Yes, I want this. All of this. Want...” she replied, her words tapering off into another moan but she made herself hold his gaze. “Want you.” Any way and anywhere he wanted her.

Even while the next uncontrolled moan came from his lips, Clint pressed them softly against Natasha's thigh. He wanted her to feel how much he appreciated it, that she responded so eagerly to his teasing and the hidden requests.
He would never take her for granted, in any way, and he found himself stuck with a silly grin at her words, and having to kiss that same spot right again.

It was just another sign of how close they had come over the years that she allowed him to play her body like an instrument, finding all the ways to make her feel good. In some of these nights she really was breaking whatever restraints and filters she usually used to cover her feelings and reactions. Right now, she was completely open about them, relaxed both in body and mind, and Clint tended to make use of that.

He withdrew his hand just long enough to run his fingers through her sensitive swollen folds, massing the flesh between strong knuckles while he watched her squirm and tremble for him, gently nibbling that spot on her thigh. Her skin was deeply flushed with lust, her darkened eyes demanding just for this exotic, wild kind of ecstasy he wanted to give her.
She was definitely aroused enough for him to play this out further, though he would have killed for a bottle of oil right now, but it would do. He didn't intend to let her sober up anytime soon, anyway...

"That's right, beautiful. Love it when you get so hot."

He kept his mouth close enough to her clit again to tease her with the tip of his tongue, while he ran two of his fingers slowly through the sticky mess covering the insides of her thighs and his own skin. His words were a rough mutter through his heavy, aroused panting, the mischievous smile on his lips letting her know, he was just beginning to talk and touch her into completely incoherency.

"Gonna make sure you'll be all ready and wet for me, so I can fuck your ass nice and deep. Want to feel you ride my fingers..."

His cock gave another painful strained protest against the tempting pictures on his mind. It didn't get any easier to tell himself to wait, to enjoy being with her even more later on, when he brought his mouth back to her slick entrance. His tongue was entering her even harder, deeper than before, and he could feel what just his words had done to her. His groans vibrated against her, while he brought his hand back to her ass, slowly starting to ease two of his fingers inside of her.

He could have responded a million different ways, but the soft sweet kiss against her leg was perfect and she smiled a little in return, even as she drew her lip between her teeth again, though she didn’t bite down as she had before, instead just worrying it softly between her teeth.

Slumping back against the cushions as he withdrew his finger, Natasha kept her head propped against the arm and her eyes on Clint as she idly stroked her fingers through his hair. It wasn’t much of a breather, though, as his fingers were already busy elsewhere causing her to tremble and moan again. Her whole body felt hypersensitive, his every touch amplified, and she was not coming down off this high any time soon, not with his constant stroking and nibbling and that damn sexy note in his voice when he spoke. She noted the promise in the look he gave her and as tempting as it was to try to challenge him and thwart this little mission he had set himself on, she was far too gone at this point to make him really work for it. She was content for now in just giving herself over to him and letting herself enjoy every second of it without making this some sort of challenge.

“You make me so hot,” she breathed, fingernails scraping lightly over his scalp. No one had ever made her lose control like this, and more than that nobody else had ever made her want to.

Her fingers tightened in his hair at his words, her hips involuntarily pushing upwards to meet him as he thrust his tongue inside her again, deeper and harder, the vibration of his voice making her answer in kind. She licked her lips in anticipation as his fingers slid between her cheeks again, and she let out a long, low moan as he slowly pushed them inside her, her free hand clutching the material of the sweater again and pulling it up to just below her breasts before she slid her hand beneath it.

“Doesn’t have to be... just your fingers...” she panted between moans.

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