Feeling Clint bite into her shoulder has Natasha cry out even louder. It was one of the last things she expected from him. The bite will be a perfect reminder of one of the most intense experiences she's ever had in the bedroom. As the sensation drags on, she can feel Clint reach his peak with the way he fucks her-- and how he falls. She starts to come down off the edge a little bit and begins to let up with her finger, letting herself breathe because she thinks that they are done, but then Clint begins to move down her body.

"Fuck, Clint. Oh my god. What are you..." She cries out, when he goes at her overly sensitive clit, making her jump straight back to that peak, and then even when she drops she's completely over stimulated and can't stop moaning and crying out with every touch, every lick. It's like he drowning her in fire and ice at the same time. Trying to breathe, all she can do is pant, and then moan. Cry out his name, and then grab at his hair and the bedsheets. He's got her trapped in this beautiful fraught place of pleasure that's so close to pain it's torture, but she knows there's more there-- if only she lets him keep going.