It's that. That effort right there that makes her body shiver and begin to quake against his mouth. Her hips stagger and then her careful control is gone. Natasha's orgasm runs across her like a freight train. Curses rain from her lips and she bucks like a horse gone mad against Clint's mouth. It's lucky he's got the strength he does, or she'd be jamming herself down on his teeth against some deeper part of him, but he never fails to see her through this wild part of her journey. Screaming his name, she finally drops and falls back, laying backwards along his body.

Turning sideways, she kisses his thigh, and then his cock. "You are so amazing. Fuck, clint that was so good, baby. God. I can barely breathe." It takes a few minutes of laying there, strewn across the man she loves before she has the energy to do much beyond kiss little parts of him and stroke this end of him softly, teasing at his sensitive spots to start the buildup to what she's got planned for the evening. Her thumb runs along the inside crease of his leg, and fingers play with the area of his taint.

It's nice when she can do this before they're too worked up. Sure, there's plenty of him being excited from merely getting her off, but it's not the same as what's about to come.