Watching him stretched out beneath her is more than a small turn on. It's nothing like anything Natasha's ever experienced before. She feels immense pleasure, and is barely holding on by a tiny thread to the orgasm that is waiting, clinging to her every little nerve to explode the second Clint does. Never did she think she could do this, make Clint feel like this. This had been a pleasure only men could give him before and now she has that ability. It pushes her closer and closer.

It's not even all the vibrations and the constant rubbing, although that is a thin edge that's peeling away each and every thought with how she fucks into the love of her life. It's the way he reacts. "Fuck is right. Oh god, Clint. You feel so damn good, I'm going to come too. Jesus, baby. Look at you."

Leaning over she locks her lips with his as he jerks forward into his hand, hers wrapping around his to make sure that he's not alone in that moment of making himself come. She follows him over the edge, everything in her body screaming, right through her orgasm, including her lungs. She cries out his name, and keeps pushing into him as she bites at his shoulder to keep from being any louder. Her orgasm lasts and lasts, rolling her over time and again. Panting, she finally comes to a stop, her body finishing and she has to turn the vibrator off-- everything in her is far too sensitive. She imagines it feels the same for Clint too.

"That was remarkable baby. You are so beautiful, so gorgeous. I love you so fucking much. Oh god."