Just that look on his face and that hot, violent kiss had Natasha grab the back rest tightly with both hands for support. It was amazing how much that man could undo her. She went with the flow easily, let him handle her and allowed his tongue to plunder her mouth while she thrust her hips down onto his fingers greedily. His game right now.
"Oh fuck."
She shuddered and closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip again, exactly that little spot Clint had just nipped, relishing the memories that his big strong hand on her ass provoked. Memories of dark and perfect, endless pleasure or just his fingers working her until she screamed out with lust, a nice, sharp hit here and there... They shared certain preferences for certain body parts which had always made their nights very exciting to say the least. It was enough to make her wetter by just thinking of it, soaking him until every of his thrusts made a delicious, obscene noise.
Right now she needed no games, though, right now she just wanted to get off, and Clint was very well on the way to achieve that goal in no time. Pure, raw pleasure spread on her face when he started fucking her just the way she needed it, her lip red and sensitive from her own teeth, her forehead crunched in a nearly concentrated frown of just enjoying all the sensations for once. Of letting him handle her how he wanted it, while her fingers dug small prints into the leather of the sofa.
"Right there... Fuck..."
Her hips trembled against him, angling slightly so she could feel his skilled fingers pressing down where it made her breath hitch in her throat, every time he trusted them back inside her. The tension was already coiling in a ball of heat in her lower body, making her weak in the knees. She couldn't decide if she wanted that perfect torture for a while longer or rather have it explode right away. Probably both.
Whimpering softly, she let go off the sofa with one hand to catch one of her nipples between her fingertips, twisting and pulling hard while she moaned a row of praises and filthy things to Clint, about all the things she was planning to do to him soon.
If he didn't kill her in this very moment, that was, which she definitely couldn't guarantee.
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Date: 2014-06-14 03:57 pm (UTC)"Oh fuck."
She shuddered and closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip again, exactly that little spot Clint had just nipped, relishing the memories that his big strong hand on her ass provoked. Memories of dark and perfect, endless pleasure or just his fingers working her until she screamed out with lust, a nice, sharp hit here and there... They shared certain preferences for certain body parts which had always made their nights very exciting to say the least. It was enough to make her wetter by just thinking of it, soaking him until every of his thrusts made a delicious, obscene noise.
Right now she needed no games, though, right now she just wanted to get off, and Clint was very well on the way to achieve that goal in no time. Pure, raw pleasure spread on her face when he started fucking her just the way she needed it, her lip red and sensitive from her own teeth, her forehead crunched in a nearly concentrated frown of just enjoying all the sensations for once. Of letting him handle her how he wanted it, while her fingers dug small prints into the leather of the sofa.
"Right there... Fuck..."
Her hips trembled against him, angling slightly so she could feel his skilled fingers pressing down where it made her breath hitch in her throat, every time he trusted them back inside her. The tension was already coiling in a ball of heat in her lower body, making her weak in the knees. She couldn't decide if she wanted that perfect torture for a while longer or rather have it explode right away. Probably both.
Whimpering softly, she let go off the sofa with one hand to catch one of her nipples between her fingertips, twisting and pulling hard while she moaned a row of praises and filthy things to Clint, about all the things she was planning to do to him soon.
If he didn't kill her in this very moment, that was, which she definitely couldn't guarantee.