"Okay, you say that and I'm going to say that you have the best dick ever and that we will have sex up until our parts don't work anymore, cause I'm never going to stop needing you Clint Barton. I love you so fucking much." It doesn't matter if they never have a true wedding. Natasha figures that one day they'll have their own little thing that makes sense in the world they've made together. They know that this is it and Natasha won't ever need another man in her life. Clint's perfect in every way for her.

She sighs against the feeling of his hands, even as she starts to move down his body. Tonight is about him. He's always so wonderfully giving and tonight he's letting her take this lead and give to him. She plans on giving him exactly what he needs and showing him that all he could ever want, she can still offer.

Hovering over his hip, Natasha pauses before she runs her tongue along the full stripe of protruding bone. It's one of the favorite parts about him being so perfectly fit. It sticks out and is great to wrap her lips around-- even before she reaches his pant line. "Okay, tomorrow. I don't want to wait." She moves back so he can get out of his pants, and then goes right back to where she was.

This time she slides her hand along the inside of his thigh and cups his balls gently, lowering her mouth further she takes them inside and sucks on them, licking and barely pulling at the sack. It's always a weird feeling, but she likes the textures and the way he squirms. Her free hand plays with his perineum.