"Better position. That was difficult." The ropes were good, that was an awkward position to be fucked in. He could eat her out to his heart's content, and even stick things in her holes, but once he started actually fucking her it got difficult to maintain the position and Natasha was a master at getting out of things. She had always been great at that sort of thing. It might have brought about some of their differences, but she was doing her best to be a better person now than she had before.
Life with Clint was pushing her to be the type of Avenger he'd be proud of, and not only the world's greatest spy. Feeling him inside her like this and knowing how much she loved him, had her wanting to be all that she could for this man. He made her body come apart at the seams. She knew he couldn't be a violent man, but he was pushing his limits for her. She'd push hers for him.
Crying his name aloud, she came and came, arching back and dragging her fingers along his back-- most bets were off during an orgasm. There were things she knew she'd never be able to control when he had her at the peak of existence. When he comes up into her she cries out again, getting off on the knowledge that he's losing himself-- the freedom he has when he's inside her. Breathing deep she relaxes eventually, feeling so fully of everything still.
"I love you. You're the most perfect, wonderful man there ever was, and will be. I hope you know that."
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Date: 2024-06-13 03:23 pm (UTC)Life with Clint was pushing her to be the type of Avenger he'd be proud of, and not only the world's greatest spy. Feeling him inside her like this and knowing how much she loved him, had her wanting to be all that she could for this man. He made her body come apart at the seams. She knew he couldn't be a violent man, but he was pushing his limits for her. She'd push hers for him.
Crying his name aloud, she came and came, arching back and dragging her fingers along his back-- most bets were off during an orgasm. There were things she knew she'd never be able to control when he had her at the peak of existence. When he comes up into her she cries out again, getting off on the knowledge that he's losing himself-- the freedom he has when he's inside her. Breathing deep she relaxes eventually, feeling so fully of everything still.
"I love you. You're the most perfect, wonderful man there ever was, and will be. I hope you know that."