Clint's answer wasn't all that surprising considering the circumstances. Natasha smiled against his skin for a second before withdrawing to pull her/his sweater over her head as quickly and gracefully as her shoulder allowed it. She knew how much Clint liked to watch her when she was on top of him and didn't want to rob him off the sight.
With one hand gently pressed against his chest she pushed him back until he was comfortably lying on the fur and hurried to kneel over him. There she paused, just pressing against him and slicking up his hardness with teasing movements of her hips against his. Resting her good hand right next to his face, she leaned forward slowly, moving her hips just right until he was pressing against her entrance. She made sure to hold his gaze while she took him in, just as slowly, accompanied by low moans and purrs, to catch every smallest expression on his face, each flash of lust in his eyes.
"Feel what you do to me?" she murmured huskily, her face just inches away from his. "Want you so bad..."
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Date: 2014-10-08 08:58 pm (UTC)With one hand gently pressed against his chest she pushed him back until he was comfortably lying on the fur and hurried to kneel over him. There she paused, just pressing against him and slicking up his hardness with teasing movements of her hips against his. Resting her good hand right next to his face, she leaned forward slowly, moving her hips just right until he was pressing against her entrance. She made sure to hold his gaze while she took him in, just as slowly, accompanied by low moans and purrs, to catch every smallest expression on his face, each flash of lust in his eyes.
"Feel what you do to me?" she murmured huskily, her face just inches away from his. "Want you so bad..."