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. 

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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.

Clint really didn't mean to but he had to take his mouth of her at her response, for his breath caught in his throat. Shit, shit, shit, and if he didn't think of the most unerotic place he had ever been his life, he'd come in his pants without even touching himself.

"You're killing me, Tasha", he groaned against her leg, resting his chin there for a moment, panting heavily.
Just as carefully as he had entered her, he withdrew his fingers, teasingly circling and scissoring them to let her know he was far from done with her. He just needed a moment to find his control back. Which didn't stop him from keeping on caressing her soaking wet folds, while his lips were busy nibbling the already reddened inside of her thigh.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

He knew it had to sound stupid but he just had to go sure before he went into this any further... And he would definitely explode right here and now if he let these pictures play further on his mind. It didn't help at all remembering how fucking good she had just felt, squeezing and trembling around his fingers and...

With a groan, he brought his hand down to his pants and grabbed the base of his rock hard cock tightly, hissing with the strain of too much heat, too much pressure.

She suddenly felt empty when he withdrew both his fingers and his tongue, and she let out a soft mewl of disappointment. He didn’t pull away completely, though; he continued his teasing and caressing so she was pretty sure she hadn’t said the wrong thing.

Raising her head and fixing her eyes on him, she watched his every reaction, from his panting breath to the almost wild look in his eyes, but when he couldn’t keep from touching himself for any longer, she knew she had said exactly the right thing.

Grinning almost wickedly at him, Natasha got one hand behind her and pushed herself up, bending at the waist so her lower half barely moved; fortunately she was very flexible. Tightening her fingers in Clint’s hair, she pulled his head back back just a little rougher than necessary and crushed her lips against his. It had been far too long since she’d kissed him and the taste of herself on his tongue, the slick feel of her juices all over him, made her growl in an almost animalistic way. Breathing heavily when she broke the kiss, she held his eyes in her fierce gaze. “I want to feel your big cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me in the ass until we both come apart,” she said, her voice deep and ragged. There was no putting on a sultry mask for Clint, there was only raw honesty.

It was good that Clint still had his hand close to his crotch, or he would have been gone the second she kissed him, devouring his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

Whenever this had turned from fantasy to the damn hottest setup he could imagine, he didn't know. When you had so little time to spend together, there wasn't much left for the extraordinary. There were nights of tenderness - many of them - and there were a few nights for games, and obviously this was one of the latter.

He didn't ask Natasha if she was sure. Why? They had both enjoyed it equally, however little far they had taken this particular practice in the past. That killing rough tone in her voice told him what he needed to know.

But he told her his way, what he thought of her wish, and of these deliciously wicked words from her lips. His tongue soon was battling with hers, probing her mouth with the rhythm of his fingertips that were back to stroking her lips and clit. With nothing but pleasure he leaned into her rough touch, letting her know she always had just as much control over him as she wanted it.

It took him a few long moments until the worst burn of threatening orgasm in his loins subsided. His hand was trembling around his straining cock, his breath somewhat between shallow panting and an embarrassing helpless groan. He would need a rain check on that plan to make her come with his mouth a few more times. His mind and body were struggling enough with the sheer realization how far Natasha was willing to go for him.

"Gotta give me a second, red."
With a shaky laugh on his lips, he brought his hand back up to wipe his sweat stained forehead. Just shortly, he leaned back down for a quick, teasing lap over her engorged clit.
"Stay right where you are, beautiful. I need... I don't want to hurt you."

At least a break gave him a chance to finally hand Natasha a blanket from the cabinet. The cool air against his naked arms left him shivering and helped him clear his head, though he longed back for the warmth and excitement of her touch immediately.
Bathroom. Right.

A bottle with massage oil was something you probably found in every S.H.I.E.L.D.-agent's household. About that other thing he needed, he didn't know, though- and there was no way in hell he would proceed without. Not with her, not with someone whom he didn't want to be in even the slightest of pain. She had been through enough of that in her life.
But he was lucky. He had actually kept that brand new, unopened cigar tube from some S.H.I.E.L.D. gala dinner- whoever of the authorities thought, a field agent wanted to blacken his lungs.

The thin stainless steel cylinder was perfect, though, and Clint was absolutely guilty to admit, it had played a part in his fantasies concerning Natasha before...
Just the thought brought back the increasing lust at once. When he returned to the sofa with both bottle and tube, he felt dizzy from all the heat, the whole exotic freshness of the game.

He also was a good deal high on feelings, as soon as he saw her lying there, waiting for him. Waiting for adventure and passion, like they both wouldn't be who they were, like nothing counted in their lives but what was between them. In such moments Clint sometimes could believe it.

Despite of his achingly growing need, he just had to lay back down next to her for a moment, to lean over her and kiss her again. Passionately, demandingly, just like she had kissed him before, his fingertips tenderly caressing her reddened cheeks.

"You are unbelievable, you know."

Natasha wasn’t sure when the shift had happened either, but she figured it was probably somewhere between the mind-blowing orgasm and the realisation that he planned to put his own needs on hold until he pushed her over the edge at least once more. Of course all the dirty talk and the way he played her body like an instrument with his talented fingers and tongue didn’t hurt either.

She was glad he didn’t ask if she was sure; he was always so worried about pushing her too far and sometimes handled her a little too delicately, and it seemed to be a step in the right direction that he believed her and didn’t think she was doing this just to please him. They both still had some personal issues to work through, but they were slowly getting there.

She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her back with equal fervor, his fingers going to work again. By the time they broke away they were both panting. Loosening her hold on his hair, she ran her fingers gently through it, a soft smile on her lips before she let out a noise that was close to a squeak at that last teasing lick.

“Hurry back,” Natasha replied, voice barely more than a whisper. This show of concern she would allow as it was completely founded being one of a physical nature rather than emotional.

Her skin was was hot but she felt the loss of that heat immediately when he moved from where he had been settled to comfortably between her legs. Shaking out the blanket he had given her, she spread it out over her before laying back on the sofa again, rolling over onto her side and closing her eyes as just pressing her thighs together sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth she smiled with nervous excitement for what was to come.

Hearing the quiet approach of Clint’s footsteps when he reentered the room she opened her eyes and threw back the blanket again to invite him in, her body already missing his touch. The kiss was fierce and demanding and completely in contrast to his gentle touch.

“Well you better believe it.” She nipped at his bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss right where her teeth had scraped him.

"Trying to."

Clint was still busy clearing his head a bit, but the way Natasha kissed him back didn't help at all. There was really no doubt, she was turned on by this just as much as him. He wanted to do his best not to disappoint her.

It felt much too good to have her lying close to him again to go back where he had been before right away. Also, he wanted and needed to watch her closely now, to go sure she was okay with everything that was happening. As much as he hated to admit it... He was a bit nervous. This was mostly new for him too.

So he kept on lying on his side and facing her, his army sneaking in between the couch and her body for her to lay her head on, and to hold on to.
His other hand resting warm on her hip, the items he had brought somewhere behind him, he brought under her sweater to give her what she had enjoyed so much before. He took as much time as his own need allowed him to, to just caress and tease her breasts with rough fingertips. When her nipples were sensitively pressing against him, he gently started turning and twisting them, just with enough strength to have Natasha back moaning and writhing for him.

"You don't know how hot you're making me, Tasha", he murmured, his lips close enough to her ear to tease her further. "Gonna make you come so hard... Want to touch you, beautiful. Rest your leg on my hip."
He gently bit down on her earlobe, nibbling and sucking while he waited for her to show him, she was ready to move on.

As fucking amazing as he had felt between her legs, Natasha wasn’t going to argue against having him stretched out beside her again, his entire body radiating heat better than any blanket could. Laying her head on Clint’s arm, she nuzzled against his shoulder, her finger trailing up his opposite arm to stop just at the sleeve of his t-shirt. His hand didn’t stop this time, sliding up under the heavy sweater to finally tease her breasts with no material separating them from his warm skin and wonderfully calloused fingers. It wasn’t long before she was squirming against him again, the brief ‘cool off’ time instantly forgotten.

“Mmm, I have some idea,” she muttered back, a shiver running down her spine as his breath across her ear. Doing as she was told she hooked her leg over his hip and used the leverage to shift herself closer to him. Oh yeah, she definitely had an idea of how hot she was making him.

Sliding her hand up over his shoulder, she let it glide down his back before slipping her fingers just under the waistband of his pants. “You are still wearing far too many clothes,” she commented, dipping her head in and running her tongue along his neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tease."

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

Maybe he should just think about buying a cock ring.

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

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

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

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

The last thing she expected was for him to chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Profile

Natasha Romanoff | The Black Widow

September 2020

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
		1	2	3	4	5
6	7	8	9	10	11	12
13	14	15	16	17	18	19
20	21	22	23	24	25	26
27	28	29	30

Page Summary

study_in_scarlet - (no subject)

Style Credit

Base style: Abstractia by chiming
Theme: Pulse by chiming

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Page generated Jun. 24th, 2025 02:07 pm