Always so used to being in control of everything in her life. It's not easy to allow anyone else an ounce of it. There are so many things precariously balanced right on the edges that to lose a plate means her whole world might come crashing down-- even in bed, Natasha has always been fine being the one in control, but it's an entire new level of trust, connection and fucking sexy feeling Clint turn the tables. He is the only person in her life that she'd ever allow to pull a thread of control from her.
When he flips them, she moans softly, sliding under his body to mold against him perfectly as always. What's new is the strength that he uses to grip at her wrists. She tugs at the feeling because she knows that she can and that he will pull back. Knowing that he has the power to hold her there is thrilling, and has her biting back into their kiss until he breaks it to kiss down her neck.
"Fucking hell, Clint." She rolls her body under his, writhing at the bites to her neck. "Harder, please." She begs. She knows that he's not used to doing things like this, but it feels so fucking good that she can't help herself. She wants this so bad, and to have his mouth on her overly-sensitive neck is driving her through the roof.
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Date: 2024-04-25 02:27 pm (UTC)When he flips them, she moans softly, sliding under his body to mold against him perfectly as always. What's new is the strength that he uses to grip at her wrists. She tugs at the feeling because she knows that she can and that he will pull back. Knowing that he has the power to hold her there is thrilling, and has her biting back into their kiss until he breaks it to kiss down her neck.
"Fucking hell, Clint." She rolls her body under his, writhing at the bites to her neck. "Harder, please." She begs. She knows that he's not used to doing things like this, but it feels so fucking good that she can't help herself. She wants this so bad, and to have his mouth on her overly-sensitive neck is driving her through the roof.