You have the most ridiculously beautiful body I've ever seen. I really want to go down on you right now. My mouth is watering for that cock of yours.
You could lick me clean too. I'd rub my pussy all over your face, feel your tongue right inside me and then up against my clit. No one else knows how to eat me out like you. I think the last time you did that, my orgasm was over a minute.
Tasha, stop. You are the pretty one out of the two of us. God, I love waking up next to you, moving down your body, between those fucking incredible thighs of yours and get my mouth on your sweet pussy.
God, you're so incredibly sexy, Tasha. I wish you were here, right now. In our new place.
I know, I wish I was home too instead of this horrible mission. This cot is nothing like our bed, and using my little fingers are nothing like that big cock of yours, or your amazing mouth.
The weight of your body on mine is like nothing else. I love every position we get into, but there's a new intimacy now that we're together, and it makes feeling you heavy on top of me when you're deep inside me... I can't describe it. Your mouth attached to mine, your body one with me... I really feel more in love with you than a person should be able to love another. I want you more and more, every inch of you, Clint.
[ He hates when she's away but he understands the necessity of it. They both need to be away from each other sometimes, but it doesn't stop it from sucking. ]
I love you too, babe. I wish you were here more than you know. Maybe when you get back we can take the weekend off, just spend it in bed.
A whole weekend in bed with you sounds like exactly what I want. I want you in every part of me, filing me, using me. I want to taste you, and for you to taste me, and I want to taste us together as we kiss.
Fuck. I really want you inside me right now. I'm so in need of being filled. I'm like a little girl throwing a tantrum. I need your punishment, and your guidance. I love you.
Edited (PS: that's actually her real foot and leg. I got these great icons, that have a few sexy parts like this one. rawr. okay. had to share.) 2024-02-06 14:10 (UTC)
Can't wait for you to come home tonight, babe. The air won't be fixed, but at least we'll have each other. But we're just gonna make it hotter in here, aren't we?
I wish I was too. You feel so good around my cock. Can't wait for that, babe.
It feels like forever before she makes it home. The plane flight, the car ride, all of it is far too long before she's back to their loft. She feels like an old married couple already. It's fitting in a way. Nat loves her new place with Clint. She loves how it feels that it's neither hers nor his, but theirs together. All of the furniture is either new, or a mix of a few favorite pieces. They have Nat's huge bed, and all her sheets, but a lot of Clint's little knicknacks here and there from all over the world. His bows and various arrows are either on display, or are being worked on. She set up a little place in the corner for him to put together all his special arrows. There's also space for her to work on weapons as well. Who are they if not for work.
Tonight isn't about that however, it's about being together again after a separation. It feels like forever now that they're a couple. It was never ever like this before, but now it feels like Nat can barely go a few days without seeing Clint. Her body goes through withdraw. Knowing he's home waiting, she makes it in record time, even if it felt like forever. Keys click in the door, and she keys in her security number, banging through the front entrance with her bags all attached. "I'm home, lover."
Looking around, Nat doesn't see Clint right away. It doesn't matter. She drops everything at the door. It's hot as hell, but she's been in the desert, so comparatively, it's not so bad. Stripping off her shirt and her pants, Nat's left in the simple lingerie set she put on this morning knowing she was coming home to Clint. It's nothing fancy, because she was traveling-- but it still looks fabulous on her, especially with her killer heels. This is the sight he sees when she finds him.
Where she finds Clint is in their bed with about eight fans pointed at him. He has bowls of ice in front of them, blowing their cool evaporation on him. He smirks at her when she appears in the doorway. "I was gonna tell you to come in here to cool down, but you're so hot you're gonna melt all my ice." He shoots her a wink and then moves over to make room for her.
"Glad you're home, Tasha, now get on my face. It's valentine's day and I owe you a present." Clint's been looking forward to his all day. He has a small gift for her, too, but that can wait until he gets her of once or thrice.
Walking into the bedroom, she can't help but laugh at the way Clint is all stretched out on the bed with a veritable forest of oscillating fans. Nat knows that if she walks in there, she's probably going to freeze her ass off. It's a good thing she's partially used to it. Stalking up to the bed, Nat unhooks her bra in the back and pulls it down off, because she knows that Clint loves to watch her tits move no matter where she is.
Pulling at her nipples, she moans for him. "Fuck, that feels good. You should feel how wet I am for you, baby." Teasing him is extraordinarily fun. Next go one heel, and then the other. Finally she climbs up onto the bed with him. One finger hooks around the corner of her thong and starts to pull it down. She pretends to slip, and dips a finger inside her. Placing it on Clint's lips she grins. "How's it taste lover? Missed me?"
Laughing softly, she pulls it off the rest of the way and crawls over him on her knees and holds onto the headboard, slowly lowering her body until she's at the perfect height for him to hold onto her thighs and direct her exactly as he wants. "Is this what you wanted then?"
"You miss me?" Clint asks, dick already swelling at the sight of her. He steadies her hips as she climbs over him and sucks her finger into his mouth. "You're so fuckin' hot, babe. Taste amazing." He leans in to lick over her, finding that she is indeed very wet for him. he runs his tongues over her folds and moans at the taste of her.
"You're never allowed leaving again," he says, grabbing her hips and moving her forward so that he has better access. He just wants to make her feel good, and he starts by giving her long, wide licks, dipping his tongue into her pussy and squeezing her perfectly tight ass. His fingers dip between her cheeks and press gently against her hole, testing to see how she reacts.
He wants to lick her everywhere, give her every single type of pleasure that he can.
"Holy shit did I miss you, miss you hard. There's no one in this world that sucks a pussy like you do." She starts to roll her hips against his tongue and mouth, and she can feel her body quickly start to vibrate inside, every bit of her feels like it's short circuiting already. It's not going to take long. They were only apart a short time, but there are days where minutes feel like hours, and with all the sensations, the cold air and his warm mouth. She grabs at her tits and squeezes at her nipples tight.
"Oh fuck, Clint. This is too much." She rocks back against that little tease of a finger and moans. "Slip it in, use my wetness. It'll make me cum. Oh baby. Fuck. I'm so close." She rocks back and forth, feeling everything. Her voice gets more and more uneven and then suddenly she's coming and crying out. She's not done yet. It keeps going and she wants more, she wants to be fucked, to have her pussy sucked. She can't even describe it. "Fuck Clint. I want more. Gimme more. Don't stop..."
Clint does nothing but gently touch her hole with his finger, and it has Natasha coming. He keeps sucking on her through it, blindly reaching for the lube leftover from when Natasha had fucked him. When he finds it. he kind of makes a mess, but he can't really find fault in himself for that, because he's busy milking Natasha's orgasm.
Now that his hand is covered in lube, he smacks her ass with it, delighting in the way she jumps in surprise. To soothe the act, he sucks on her clit, reaches his other hand up to squeeze her tit before pushing the tip of his finger inside of her.
It's so hard to say what it is that she wants when her orgasm keeps coming, and she feels like she's on some rock and roll thriller ride with a finger filling up her ass. It's not a thing that she's let happen before, even with all the experience she's had, Natasha is still very much a virgin back there. It feels thick and partly uncomfortable, but during her orgasm she could feel it vibrate through her entire body in an entire new way. She wants more of that, and she has no idea how to get it.
"I want that. How does that work. I read that a woman can have an anal orgasm and I think that was a taste, Clint." She breathes, feeling the mess she's made of his face. Sitting back on his chest, she still lets him play with her, lifting herself in the air on her knees, but giving him more room to breathe after all but smothering him. "You are so fucking good at that. Damn. That's something that's different. Not bad, but makes me feel so full in a way so strange from how you do."
Clint is so damn hard right now, with Natasha telling him that she wants him to play with her ass like this. She's just come, but he knows that women can come a lot more often than men, a fact that he often takes advantage of. He wiggles his finger inside of her and arches an eyebrow. "So. Can I open you up? Put a vibrating plug in you? I want to see how you like it."
If it's something Natasha likes well, that's good, because Clint is dying to get his cock in her ass. "Maybe you'll let me rim you sometime? God, your ass is so tight babe. I want you so fucking bad right now."
"You know I'll let you do anything you want. Try anything you want. It feels good, and I want to try it. There's a ton of nerve endings all along there and we can climax in a different way if we do, or it can still feel good even if we don't." Leaning down to kiss over his chest, and up to his chin, where she licks herself off of some of his face so that she can sweep her tongue into his mouth. She speaks against his lips.
"Tell me how you want me, and I will be exactly that way. Fuck my ass, Clint, but if we can do it where I can hold you and see you, I'd like that best." It feels good like this, but she knows that for things that are really different, she likes to watch him, and his reactions help hers along in an enormous way.
"Let's try it then," Clint replies, wiggling his finger a little before gently taking it out of her. "I'll fuck you face to face, but I want to make sure I do this right, so get on your knees and I'll get the lube." Clint reaches into his bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube he keeps there in case they need it, or in case he's having a nice night alone. Once she bends over for him, he teases her with a lick from her clit to her asshole, swirling his tongue around that tight pucker.
"Aright sexy, spread 'em," he urges as he slicks up his fingers. "You're gonna feel so full, babe." He wants to make sure that she feels incredible, though, so he reaches and grabs a small bullet vibrator and presses it into her hands. "In case you need it."
"You're trying to make me think I'm not flexible any more?" She teases him, but does as he asks, because he's the one who's in control for this part of the evening and she will more than happily let him take over. She know that he doesn't do it often, and it feels good to let go now and then and really let him do all the work.
Taking a pillow from her side of the bed, she leans down on it and looks through the little hole made by the triangle of her body. It's a great view of his cock too. "Fuck, you look good from here." She licks her lips and takes the vibrator. She'll use it later if she feels like it, but right now she wants to concentrate on all the new sensations-- like the one of clint's tongue as it licks her top to bottom. "Well, fuck me.. you can do more of that. Mmn."
With that instruction, Clint licks her again, and then decides to tease a little more. He uses his thumb to spread her wetness and uses that to coat his finger before pressing it back into her ass. "You ever felt so good that you squirted before?" Clint asks. She never has with him, and she might not even be able to, but if she can, he wants to see if he can do it.
Soon, he's using the lube and opening her up properly. He thinks she'll need to take three fingers at least before he tries with his cock, but he's got two in her now, and he's scissoring them. "How does it feel, sugar?" he asks. "Can you take another one?"
"Oh baby.." She moans when he licks along her again. Then his finger is there, and she pushes back against it. It's unique and feels tight. It's internal pressure against her bladder and another part of her, but it doesn't feel bad. She licks her lips and continues to rock with him as he keeps fingering her. She shakes her head at the squirting question. "I've never done it before, but I've never sat down and been worked up to try it either. Maybe we can one day. I know there's techniques, I've seen them online. I've felt fluid build up now and then. It's possible it could happen if you're into that."
"mmm, yeah, another finger. I want more. Give me more. I like it." With the way he's got her opening up, she can feel how it's going to press on something in her. It feels deep but good. She wants more of that deep pressure, that one feeling she can't describe. It's good and Fuck does she want more of it.
Clint is only too happy to comply, gently pressing a second finger into her. He's lubed up enough so it just slides right in, but he pauses to let her adjust while he buries his face in her pussy, licking her sloppily and slowly starting to move his fingers.
He pulls back, not wanting to work her up too much before getting to the main event. "I just want to make you feel good in every way I possibly can," Clint replies. "So I'm gonna try to do that. In every single way possible."
"You know you already make me feel good in every way possible baby." She groans out, feeling his fingers pushing into her. It has her body undulating against his intrusions, seeing how differing angles feel. There's one that slips and seems to hit an area inside that's more sensitive than others. "Oh, yeah, that's good, fuck. Mmm." Then he's got his face buried in her pussy again and she can't help but moan and pant.
"Jesus Clint, are you trying to kill me. Oh fuck." She can feel an orgasm brewing from the way he's licking at her so solidly, the fingers help-- but it's not only that yet. She moans and rolls against him up and then back against those digits. It's hard to know what she wants more. It's that all over sensation that has her feeling incredibly intense in every way.
Clint's not about to stop when Natasha is clearly feeling this good. He uses his fingers to stretch her ass, making sure to pay extra attention to the spot that seemed to make her feel the most pleasure. He dips his tongue into her pussy while he adds one final finger. Hopefully, he can get her relaxed enough to put his dick in her.
Using his free hand, he presses two fingers into her pussy and moves back to pay attention to her clit. He wonders how she feels, being so full like this.
"OOh, Oh, God. Clint" When he adds fingers to her pussy, and rubs at her she's completely done for and knows it. One second her orgasm is building and the next it's pouring over her, drenching her in waves of wetness she's never felt before. She groans deeply, and then pants as another wave hits-- this one different from the rest. It's not like she squirts, but she's so wet, and it coats Clint's fingers in white that almost looks like he came inside her.
"Fuck, it's still going." Her body is tight, everything tense as she holds a pillow to her mouth to try and muffle the screams, the way it continues to ride her as long as he keeps rubbing her clit and pumping her full -- it doesn't stop. It continues to slam against her nerves, and drag her along for one of the longer orgasms she can remember having. Panting, she finally relents and begs him to stop for a second so that she can. It's the only way she knows it'll come down. The only way her body will relax and let her breathe. Everything attached to her is oversensitive, and stimulated to the very edge. "That was beyond. wow...Clint, my love." She can barely talk yet, body a quivering mass of edges and curves.
Clint wishes he could watch Natasha fall apart like this. He can tell this is probably one of the best orgasms he's ever given her. He wants to see her face, see her eyes squeezed shut. Instead, he's got his mouth on her clit and his fingers are working both her ass and her pussy as she literally creams all over them.
It's incredible. Natasha is still going, and she's coming so hard that she's squeezing around his fingers, as her pussy contracts through the waves of her orgasm. It's so fucking hot. He doesn't stop until she's begging him to, and even then, he slowly and carefully withdraws his fingers from her, and then moving up to gather her into his arms. "Tasha, babe, that was amazing. It was so fucking hot."
When Clint finally comes to collect her, she's still twitching and quivering here and there as aftershocks attack her nervous system. It was awe-inspiring and something she's never felt before. There was pleasure coming from everywhere and it didn't seem like it was ever going to stop as long as he kept riding her. Her breathing is still quite heavy, and her heart hammers away in her chest-- although it's beginning to slow.
Nat tucks her head against Clint's body and finds relief and comfort; He is truly the perfect partner. "I don't know how you kept it going that long. That was so incredible love. Fuck, that was intense. I can finally breathe again." She turns and licks around his mouth, licking herself from his face, and then into his mouth, sweeping through it so that she can taste the rich dark, musk of her body and what it is that Clint adores so much. It's all about what he loves, and therefore she enjoys it. " I can't wait for you to fuck me now." She whispers against his lips.
Clint just pets her hair as she comes down from her orgasm, amazed at how affected she was by all of it. "You're so fucking beautiful, Tasha," he whispers against her heated skin. Then they're kissing, and Clint is opening his mouth to her, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue.
When they pull away, she shocks him though, "you want it still?" he asks. She'd come so hard, Clint had anticipated that she might want a bit of a break. "At least let me get you some water, babe. My dick can wait until you're ready."
It doesn't matter if she just had an amazing orgasm. That's one thing he might not understand. She was full, but it's very different from having him inside her. There are very different types of feelings and nothing ever compares, no orgasm, nothing compares to having the weight and fullness of his cock inside her body. It's a closeness that she craves constantly.
The orgasms are amazing, a plus, but she could have all of them by herself if she wanted, and even if she never came from a single one of their sessions of sex, she'd still choose him over any of them because being with him meant feeling like they were no longer apart, but together and now that they were getting married, it was something new, something different. Their love tied them together so perfectly.
"Yes, I want this, and no, I don't want water. I want you, inside me, now, please." She whined, and pulled him at her, generously opening herself up, tipping her hips back and pulling her knees up wide, so that he had everything he needed to face her and enjoy the tight opening he'd never tried before.
Denying Natasha is not something that Clint is capable of, especially not when it comes to sex. The water can wait because Natasha needs him, and he's only too happy to deliver. "You're so incredible, babe. Seriously. Why don't you just lay back and let me take care of you for once." Clint's not usually overly assertive during sex, but for Natasha, he's happy to change things up and take chances.
Once he has her laid out in front of him, he brushes her hair from her face and kisses her, using it as a bit of a distraction while he lubes up his dick and positions himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, knowing that his cock is still bigger than his fingers can stretch her, so he wants to be careful, keep making it good.
"How does it feel?" he asks gently. "Feel good?" He slips his hand back between them and fingers her pussy as he keeps pressing in, wanting to add some pleasure to this possibly uncomfortable feeling. "Fuck, I love you."
If she knew that he was the one who needed water, than she would have been more than happy to wait. She didn't need a break was all. If there was a miscommunication there, they could talk about it later, since she missed his thinking.
It's not her style to normally lay back and let anyone take care of her, but if he wants her on her back for this, she will go with the flow. It's almost difficult for her to let him do all the work, to let go. In all her time of doing things, she can't really recall anyone taking over-- one of her most silent fantasies is to be dominated, not just told to lie back, but taken in a possessive manner and shown things, really shown things.
It might be something she tells Clint later sometime if she works up her nerve. It's not easy to let go of everything, when she's still so used to keeping it all under such tight control. She does know that he likes pleasuring her and this is another form of that.
Laying back, she pulls her legs back, giving him a good angle to take her by. The kiss is sweet-- but Nat has endured all sorts of things that never brought pleasure in the long run, so a little deep breathing to find pleasure is nothing. It's tight and strange at first. There's a little sting, but it's not bad. If she lets go, and breathes, then all there is -- is clint. So much Clint. "Fuck, baby. I'm so full. This is how you feel. I can't believe that you gave this up for me. So full of you." Mmm. Then when he touches her pussy, she cries out, unable to keep herself from pressing down on him further, wanting more. "Oh god, Clint. Fuck me."
Clint keeps a close watch on her face while he enters her, making sure that the discomfort isn't too much for her to handle. He trusts her to tell him, of course, but it's important to him to make sure that she's doing alright, especially when sharing something this intimate. "Hold your legs," he tells her, knowing that he likes this position himself.
Now that he's fully seated inside of her, he shoots her a smirk, "as far as I can remember, you gave it to me pretty good too. I'm not giving anything up, babe." He starts to roll his hips slowly, continuing to play with her pussy as he does so, making sure that she keeps feeling good. She looks incredible, spread out beneath him like this, completely blissed out on his cock.
"Tasha, I want you to touch yourself," he tells her. "Touch your pussy for me." He still wants her to feel good, but he also really wants to get his hands on her tits. "Fuck, you feel so good. You look so good. I want to fucking fuck you forever."
The pain is only so much pleasure when it's like this. There's a sting, but the way it's wrapped around how she feels and tied in with all the other sensations it hits that pain/pleasure boundary she loves so much but doesn't get to really tap into too often and it has her pushing against him with a quiet whimper of a moan. Her face is nothing but her face tight and her lip pulled between her teeth. Her eyes are what tell the story-- dark and full of heady desperation for more of him, more of this.
Taking her legs, she follows his directions-- loving that he's telling her what to do, and not asking. This is the Clint she loves, the one that peeks out occasionally. Rocking back against him when he starts to move, Nat moans, and whines in pleasure with every press of his hips. She loves the sound of his hips as they smack her ass in a new and different way. There's never been a time she's felt full like this, it's so incredibly different than when he takes her the other way. No direct rubbing against her g-spot, but she can feel another form of intense pleasure building. It's deep and she can't help but begin to pant and groan.
When he tells her to touch her pussy, She releases one of her legs, and begins to roll her fingers over her clit, and then begins to finger bang herself too. She goes back and forth, extending out the pleasure-- because it feels so fucking good. "Fuck, Clint. I fucking want you like this forever too. I love it when you're touching me, and filling me so good. I can feel, god. It's so new..."
Watching Natasha enjoy this new thing that they're doing together is one of the hottest things that he has ever seen. She's so gorgeous like this, so open. He loves that he's giving this to her. "God, Tasha, I fuckin' love you. I can't even tell you how much, because it just goes so deep." He rolls his hips, fucking her while she touches herself, wanting so badly to make this good for her.
He pinches her nipples, fucking into her with quick, short strokes now that she's opened up enough for him. "Next time I wanna tie you up, hold your legs up for me. I want to see you spread out for me," he tells her, looking down at her beautiful face and then leaning in the bite at her lips. "You're so fucking hot, babe. Would you wear a butt plug for me? Keep yourself open so I can take you like this again?"
This is more than good for her. She can feel an orgasm the likes she's never had before. It's deep and from the way Clint is stimulating her ass. It hits her out of nowhere, and it's not attached to the still growing orgasm from the way they're fingering her clit and pussy still. She's suddenly shaking and moaning low and panting as it hits hard. She barely gets out the word "Fuck" during the entire ordeal as he fucks her. Her ass tightens around him, but she's not done yet. Even through that orgasm, she can feel the other still building.
"Fuck yes. You can do whatever you want. Please, oh god, just don't stop yet. I'm almost there again. Oh god, I'm gonna come again. Clint." She whimpers, feeling her other orgasm racing through her body with the quick short strokes he continues to push inside her. "Hard baby, all the way.." Her fingers work furiously at her clit until she's screaming, this time she arches against the bed, and everything clamps down around him. It's every bit as good as the last orgasm, but one she's more used to having-- because it's a second one, it's far more intense and it seems to keep going. Her toes dig into the bed, and grip at the sheets, like her fingers scramble against Clint's skin.
At her request, Clint doesn't stop. Even though she's clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his peak, he wants to make the most of this experience. "Come on Tasha, come for me. I know you're close, I know you can do it." He starts to fuck her harder because she asked him so sweetly, slamming his body against her while she stimulates her own pussy.
He'd be lying if he didn't think this was the hottest thing he's ever done in bed, and with that in mind, he bites down on her neck and fucks into her over and over again. Even after she says she's going to come, through her clenching all around him. The sensation of feeling her around him, of feeling her come, has Clint following suit, filling her with his release as he orgasm continues to stretch on.
As soon as he has a moment to get his head back, he pulls out of her as gently as possible, but then moves down her body to bury is face in her pussy and ass, wanting to see how long he can make that orgasm last.
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.
Clint lifts her thighs and basically tosses them over his shoulders so that he can get closer to her. His mouth waters as he drinks her in, tongue sliding over her soaked folds and doing his very best to keep her right here. She'll need him to back off at some point, but he won't, not until she begs. Natasha tastes incredible, feels incredible, and if Clint could, he'd be right back inside of her.
Clint slides his fingers into her and sucks on her clit. Her gasps and moans make him just dive in deeper. His other hand sneaks up the back of her thigh. He teases her hole, fucking her pussy with one hand and spreading the come leaking out of her with the other. This is so hot, the best time he's ever had in bed, and he's so glad that it's with Natasha.
Arching her back, Natasha knows she's going to have to let go of his hair or risk pulling it out. There's far too much stimulation for her to continue holding on to anything in a normal fashion. Instead, she grabs for a bedsheet, and wraps it around her fist and then brings it up to her mouth so that she can sink her teeth into it hard.
It allows her to keep her body from writhing on him too bad as he sucks at her clit while fucking her pussy. Teasing back at her hole has her so close to the edge she feels like she's spiraling, but it's sitting there. She can gasp and moan, but there's no orgasm in sight yet. She's riding this unending high that's promising some form of an earthshattering break eventually-- but can she make it there before she breaks?
The fact that Natasha lets Clint do this for her, with her, always blows his mind. That's why he wants to make her feel so, so good, why he wants his mouth and hands all over her. He knows she's already had one orgasm, but he's pretty sure he can get another out of her just like this. He slides another finger into her, crooking them so that he can stimulate her g-spot, and pulls his mouth away so that he can use his other hand to flick her clit.
"Come on, Tasha, come all over me," he urges, flicking her again. He goes more gently after that, instead using his thumb to make circles on her swollen nub. "You're so wet. Your pussy looks amazing. I just wanna eat you up." And then he leans in again, using his mouth on her.
There's not been only one orgasm, but two already even if they were different kinds. It's been one hell of a ride for Natasha. Enjoying her first round of anal sex with Clint, and now letting him drag her through an intense session of overstimulation. It's got Nat's back arched up and off the bed, her hips ground into the bed and wavering every time Clint leans down over to put his mouth on her.
It's so much stimulation coming from every possible angle, that Natasha feels like she's being overwhelmed by a tide of it. She can feel the wave coming, finally-- but this one is different. It's pulsing and pushing at her. She cries out Clint's name and her body begins to gush out a female ejaculation. It's not squirting -- but it's similar. It's a creamy white substance that comes rushing out in a way she's never had before. It coats Clint's fingers and wets the bed below slightly, dripping everywhere. "Fuck, oh fuck."
The orgasm strings her body as tight as a bow, the tension pulling her completely taut, muscles quivering in her legs. Natasha's hips surge while liquid streams down her legs, and she continues to orgasm, far longer that she has before. It's crazy how long it lasts. She pants and screams, and finally collapses into a heap on the bed below. "Holy fuck..." She sighs, and lets out a long shaky breath.
Clint's face is buried in her pussy when she starts to come. They've fucked so many times now that he can tell already that this isn't a normal orgasm for her, so he pulls away so that he can watch her pussy as she comes. he keeps pressure on her clit so that it doesn't end too quickly but stares in awe as he watches her come.
"Holy shit," he murmurs, "Tasha, jesus." Finally, he lets off, but she still keeps coming. Clint can't believe what he's seeing but he fucking loves it. He wants to make her this horny again. He always wants to make Natasha feel good.
Finally, when she collapses, Clint moves back up and takes Natasha into his arms. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, babe. I can't believe how good you look all fucked out like this." He kisses her all over her face, pets her hair gently, and just lets her rest for a few moments. He's pretty sure she needs it.
All the firsts built up into a massive wonderful amazing experience, and something she would never forget. How could she. Allowing Clint to take her every which way pulled her to the edge over and over. Then he went even further and worked to see how much she could take until she came in a way she'd never done before. Her thighs were drenched and she knew that there'd be no standing for a little while without that weak leg feeling.
It was good that she could lay here and curl up against her lover, the man she knew was hers in every way. Tipping her head, she kisses his neck, and then up to his lips, offering soft pliant lips. "I love you so much. You make me feel things I never knew I was capable of feeling, physically, emotionally. It's like.... " She takes a breath and tries to orient her mind, it's still a little jumbled. "...it's like you can reach into my soul and take away all the horrid things in there and leave only you, you and your love. "
She wasn't sure it made all that much sense, but she hope that he understood what she was trying to say. It was important, because he was filling up all that guilt and shame, and making her feel like a whole person. Natasha never thought she'd find this type of love, never thought she deserved it, and Clint stole away all those negative thoughts and gave her this amazing love.
Of course Clint kisses her. Her lips are far too enticing for him to refuse. Natasha is so incredibly gorgeous, even more so after they've shared all of this together. "I love you," he tells her. "So much. Thank you for sharing that with me." He kisses her again, presses another against her temple and squeezes her against him. They lay like this together quietly for a moment, a long moment, before Clint stirs.
"You stay here, let me take care of you," He lets go of her, but only so that he can get out of the bed and grab a warm cloth to clean her up. He also grabs two bottles of water for them but leaves the clean sheets for later. He doesn't want to make Natasha move if she doesn't feel up to it yet.
"I know I say it all the time, but you are so gorgeous. I fucking love you so much," he says as he starts to gently wipe down her thighs. "I love making you come. I love kissing you, holding you. I love being on missions with you. God, just, everything. You're so incredible."
She's always known that he's the most amazing man in the world, and this seals their fate together. Having him take her like this and then sweetly come back, knowing that he's completely exhausted as well -- it's endearing on a whole extra level. He wipes her down on a level that shows exactly how much he loves her and it makes her heart swell. She sighs and lets him tend to her.
"You are the most perfect man any woman could ever wish for. You know that right? We can get up and go take a bath together. I don't mind." She slides her hands down along his side and pushes herself up. She's a little shaky, but she's been through battles that have lasted days and still had to move. If there was no strength of endurance than she'd be super out of luck.
"I love being able to kiss, hold and be on missions with you too. It makes my life perfect. Working, living, playing with you is better than any life I could have dreamed of Clint."
"Babe, I'm not making you get up for anything right now. You stay right there and let me take care of you." He keeps wiping her down gently, making sure to clean her up fully before rolling her out of the wet spot. The bed is big enough for them to cuddle up away from it since he doesn't want to make Natasha move to change the sheets. "Thank you, babe. That was amazing. You're amazing. I'm the luckiest man in the world." He's always thought so. Natasha can have anyone, and she chose him, over and over again, and now they're going to seal their commitment.
"I'm so glad you wanna marry me. Like, I think about how lucky I am every single day. But we can talk more about that after. I know you're wiped, and you don't need to push yourself for me. Rest, and hopefully the air conditioner will be fixed when you wake up."
So many things decided in one day. There will be much to plan in the days ahead, so much planning. Natasha hardly knows how they'll go about it all. All she knows is that she can't wait. Hopefully the air will be fixed, or she'll be going into the office to make some very personal phone calls.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Clint. I am so lucky that you asked. I can't wait."
Rolling up next to him, she tucks herself into his body and nuzzles against his broad chest. He will always be the man she adores. It doesn't matter if it's hot right now, she has to be close.
"Same to you, Tasha. I never thought that you would say yes." He presses a soft kiss to her temple and then adds, "And cost is not an issue. I've recently come into some money, so please don't hesitate to get whatever you want."
He runs his fingers through her hair and holds her while they lie under the breeze from the fans. It's nice lying here together. Clint is so happy that he gets to have this every single day for the rest of his life.
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The repair man does show up the next day, so when Natasha gets home, things are nice and cool.
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TFLN Continue.
Is this What you had in mind?, my lover.
Do I get to see your hard cock now? Give me a taste of what I want in my mouth while I'm doing this?
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I want you to get those fingers all wet for me. Think about how I'd lick them clean if I was there.
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You could lick me clean too. I'd rub my pussy all over your face, feel your tongue right inside me and then up against my clit. No one else knows how to eat me out like you. I think the last time you did that, my orgasm was over a minute.
I'm just waiting for you my love.
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God, you're so incredibly sexy, Tasha. I wish you were here, right now. In our new place.
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The weight of your body on mine is like nothing else. I love every position we get into, but there's a new intimacy now that we're together, and it makes feeling you heavy on top of me when you're deep inside me... I can't describe it. Your mouth attached to mine, your body one with me... I really feel more in love with you than a person should be able to love another. I want you more and more, every inch of you, Clint.
Fuck. I want to be home with you. It hurts.
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[ He hates when she's away but he understands the necessity of it. They both need to be away from each other sometimes, but it doesn't stop it from sucking. ]
I love you too, babe. I wish you were here more than you know. Maybe when you get back we can take the weekend off, just spend it in bed.
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Fuck. I really want you inside me right now. I'm so in need of being filled. I'm like a little girl throwing a tantrum. I need your punishment, and your guidance. I love you.
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I wish I was too. You feel so good around my cock. Can't wait for that, babe.
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Tonight isn't about that however, it's about being together again after a separation. It feels like forever now that they're a couple. It was never ever like this before, but now it feels like Nat can barely go a few days without seeing Clint. Her body goes through withdraw. Knowing he's home waiting, she makes it in record time, even if it felt like forever. Keys click in the door, and she keys in her security number, banging through the front entrance with her bags all attached. "I'm home, lover."
Looking around, Nat doesn't see Clint right away. It doesn't matter. She drops everything at the door. It's hot as hell, but she's been in the desert, so comparatively, it's not so bad. Stripping off her shirt and her pants, Nat's left in the simple lingerie set she put on this morning knowing she was coming home to Clint. It's nothing fancy, because she was traveling-- but it still looks fabulous on her, especially with her killer heels. This is the sight he sees when she finds him.
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"Glad you're home, Tasha, now get on my face. It's valentine's day and I owe you a present." Clint's been looking forward to his all day. He has a small gift for her, too, but that can wait until he gets her of once or thrice.
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Pulling at her nipples, she moans for him. "Fuck, that feels good. You should feel how wet I am for you, baby." Teasing him is extraordinarily fun. Next go one heel, and then the other. Finally she climbs up onto the bed with him. One finger hooks around the corner of her thong and starts to pull it down. She pretends to slip, and dips a finger inside her. Placing it on Clint's lips she grins. "How's it taste lover? Missed me?"
Laughing softly, she pulls it off the rest of the way and crawls over him on her knees and holds onto the headboard, slowly lowering her body until she's at the perfect height for him to hold onto her thighs and direct her exactly as he wants. "Is this what you wanted then?"
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"You're never allowed leaving again," he says, grabbing her hips and moving her forward so that he has better access. He just wants to make her feel good, and he starts by giving her long, wide licks, dipping his tongue into her pussy and squeezing her perfectly tight ass. His fingers dip between her cheeks and press gently against her hole, testing to see how she reacts.
He wants to lick her everywhere, give her every single type of pleasure that he can.
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"Oh fuck, Clint. This is too much." She rocks back against that little tease of a finger and moans. "Slip it in, use my wetness. It'll make me cum. Oh baby. Fuck. I'm so close." She rocks back and forth, feeling everything. Her voice gets more and more uneven and then suddenly she's coming and crying out. She's not done yet. It keeps going and she wants more, she wants to be fucked, to have her pussy sucked. She can't even describe it. "Fuck Clint. I want more. Gimme more. Don't stop..."
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Now that his hand is covered in lube, he smacks her ass with it, delighting in the way she jumps in surprise. To soothe the act, he sucks on her clit, reaches his other hand up to squeeze her tit before pushing the tip of his finger inside of her.
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"I want that. How does that work. I read that a woman can have an anal orgasm and I think that was a taste, Clint." She breathes, feeling the mess she's made of his face. Sitting back on his chest, she still lets him play with her, lifting herself in the air on her knees, but giving him more room to breathe after all but smothering him. "You are so fucking good at that. Damn. That's something that's different. Not bad, but makes me feel so full in a way so strange from how you do."
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If it's something Natasha likes well, that's good, because Clint is dying to get his cock in her ass. "Maybe you'll let me rim you sometime? God, your ass is so tight babe. I want you so fucking bad right now."
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"Tell me how you want me, and I will be exactly that way. Fuck my ass, Clint, but if we can do it where I can hold you and see you, I'd like that best." It feels good like this, but she knows that for things that are really different, she likes to watch him, and his reactions help hers along in an enormous way.
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"Aright sexy, spread 'em," he urges as he slicks up his fingers. "You're gonna feel so full, babe." He wants to make sure that she feels incredible, though, so he reaches and grabs a small bullet vibrator and presses it into her hands. "In case you need it."
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Taking a pillow from her side of the bed, she leans down on it and looks through the little hole made by the triangle of her body. It's a great view of his cock too. "Fuck, you look good from here." She licks her lips and takes the vibrator. She'll use it later if she feels like it, but right now she wants to concentrate on all the new sensations-- like the one of clint's tongue as it licks her top to bottom. "Well, fuck me.. you can do more of that. Mmn."
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Soon, he's using the lube and opening her up properly. He thinks she'll need to take three fingers at least before he tries with his cock, but he's got two in her now, and he's scissoring them. "How does it feel, sugar?" he asks. "Can you take another one?"
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"mmm, yeah, another finger. I want more. Give me more. I like it." With the way he's got her opening up, she can feel how it's going to press on something in her. It feels deep but good. She wants more of that deep pressure, that one feeling she can't describe. It's good and Fuck does she want more of it.
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He pulls back, not wanting to work her up too much before getting to the main event. "I just want to make you feel good in every way I possibly can," Clint replies. "So I'm gonna try to do that. In every single way possible."
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"Jesus Clint, are you trying to kill me. Oh fuck." She can feel an orgasm brewing from the way he's licking at her so solidly, the fingers help-- but it's not only that yet. She moans and rolls against him up and then back against those digits. It's hard to know what she wants more. It's that all over sensation that has her feeling incredibly intense in every way.
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Using his free hand, he presses two fingers into her pussy and moves back to pay attention to her clit. He wonders how she feels, being so full like this.
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"Fuck, it's still going." Her body is tight, everything tense as she holds a pillow to her mouth to try and muffle the screams, the way it continues to ride her as long as he keeps rubbing her clit and pumping her full -- it doesn't stop. It continues to slam against her nerves, and drag her along for one of the longer orgasms she can remember having. Panting, she finally relents and begs him to stop for a second so that she can. It's the only way she knows it'll come down. The only way her body will relax and let her breathe. Everything attached to her is oversensitive, and stimulated to the very edge. "That was beyond. wow...Clint, my love." She can barely talk yet, body a quivering mass of edges and curves.
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It's incredible. Natasha is still going, and she's coming so hard that she's squeezing around his fingers, as her pussy contracts through the waves of her orgasm. It's so fucking hot. He doesn't stop until she's begging him to, and even then, he slowly and carefully withdraws his fingers from her, and then moving up to gather her into his arms. "Tasha, babe, that was amazing. It was so fucking hot."
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Nat tucks her head against Clint's body and finds relief and comfort; He is truly the perfect partner. "I don't know how you kept it going that long. That was so incredible love. Fuck, that was intense. I can finally breathe again." She turns and licks around his mouth, licking herself from his face, and then into his mouth, sweeping through it so that she can taste the rich dark, musk of her body and what it is that Clint adores so much. It's all about what he loves, and therefore she enjoys it. " I can't wait for you to fuck me now." She whispers against his lips.
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When they pull away, she shocks him though, "you want it still?" he asks. She'd come so hard, Clint had anticipated that she might want a bit of a break. "At least let me get you some water, babe. My dick can wait until you're ready."
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The orgasms are amazing, a plus, but she could have all of them by herself if she wanted, and even if she never came from a single one of their sessions of sex, she'd still choose him over any of them because being with him meant feeling like they were no longer apart, but together and now that they were getting married, it was something new, something different. Their love tied them together so perfectly.
"Yes, I want this, and no, I don't want water. I want you, inside me, now, please." She whined, and pulled him at her, generously opening herself up, tipping her hips back and pulling her knees up wide, so that he had everything he needed to face her and enjoy the tight opening he'd never tried before.
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Once he has her laid out in front of him, he brushes her hair from her face and kisses her, using it as a bit of a distraction while he lubes up his dick and positions himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, knowing that his cock is still bigger than his fingers can stretch her, so he wants to be careful, keep making it good.
"How does it feel?" he asks gently. "Feel good?" He slips his hand back between them and fingers her pussy as he keeps pressing in, wanting to add some pleasure to this possibly uncomfortable feeling. "Fuck, I love you."
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It's not her style to normally lay back and let anyone take care of her, but if he wants her on her back for this, she will go with the flow. It's almost difficult for her to let him do all the work, to let go. In all her time of doing things, she can't really recall anyone taking over-- one of her most silent fantasies is to be dominated, not just told to lie back, but taken in a possessive manner and shown things, really shown things.
It might be something she tells Clint later sometime if she works up her nerve. It's not easy to let go of everything, when she's still so used to keeping it all under such tight control. She does know that he likes pleasuring her and this is another form of that.
Laying back, she pulls her legs back, giving him a good angle to take her by. The kiss is sweet-- but Nat has endured all sorts of things that never brought pleasure in the long run, so a little deep breathing to find pleasure is nothing. It's tight and strange at first. There's a little sting, but it's not bad. If she lets go, and breathes, then all there is -- is clint. So much Clint. "Fuck, baby. I'm so full. This is how you feel. I can't believe that you gave this up for me. So full of you." Mmm. Then when he touches her pussy, she cries out, unable to keep herself from pressing down on him further, wanting more. "Oh god, Clint. Fuck me."
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Now that he's fully seated inside of her, he shoots her a smirk, "as far as I can remember, you gave it to me pretty good too. I'm not giving anything up, babe." He starts to roll his hips slowly, continuing to play with her pussy as he does so, making sure that she keeps feeling good. She looks incredible, spread out beneath him like this, completely blissed out on his cock.
"Tasha, I want you to touch yourself," he tells her. "Touch your pussy for me." He still wants her to feel good, but he also really wants to get his hands on her tits. "Fuck, you feel so good. You look so good. I want to fucking fuck you forever."
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Taking her legs, she follows his directions-- loving that he's telling her what to do, and not asking. This is the Clint she loves, the one that peeks out occasionally. Rocking back against him when he starts to move, Nat moans, and whines in pleasure with every press of his hips. She loves the sound of his hips as they smack her ass in a new and different way. There's never been a time she's felt full like this, it's so incredibly different than when he takes her the other way. No direct rubbing against her g-spot, but she can feel another form of intense pleasure building. It's deep and she can't help but begin to pant and groan.
When he tells her to touch her pussy, She releases one of her legs, and begins to roll her fingers over her clit, and then begins to finger bang herself too. She goes back and forth, extending out the pleasure-- because it feels so fucking good. "Fuck, Clint. I fucking want you like this forever too. I love it when you're touching me, and filling me so good. I can feel, god. It's so new..."
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He pinches her nipples, fucking into her with quick, short strokes now that she's opened up enough for him. "Next time I wanna tie you up, hold your legs up for me. I want to see you spread out for me," he tells her, looking down at her beautiful face and then leaning in the bite at her lips. "You're so fucking hot, babe. Would you wear a butt plug for me? Keep yourself open so I can take you like this again?"
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"Fuck yes. You can do whatever you want. Please, oh god, just don't stop yet. I'm almost there again. Oh god, I'm gonna come again. Clint." She whimpers, feeling her other orgasm racing through her body with the quick short strokes he continues to push inside her. "Hard baby, all the way.." Her fingers work furiously at her clit until she's screaming, this time she arches against the bed, and everything clamps down around him. It's every bit as good as the last orgasm, but one she's more used to having-- because it's a second one, it's far more intense and it seems to keep going. Her toes dig into the bed, and grip at the sheets, like her fingers scramble against Clint's skin.
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He'd be lying if he didn't think this was the hottest thing he's ever done in bed, and with that in mind, he bites down on her neck and fucks into her over and over again. Even after she says she's going to come, through her clenching all around him. The sensation of feeling her around him, of feeling her come, has Clint following suit, filling her with his release as he orgasm continues to stretch on.
As soon as he has a moment to get his head back, he pulls out of her as gently as possible, but then moves down her body to bury is face in her pussy and ass, wanting to see how long he can make that orgasm last.
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"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.
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Clint slides his fingers into her and sucks on her clit. Her gasps and moans make him just dive in deeper. His other hand sneaks up the back of her thigh. He teases her hole, fucking her pussy with one hand and spreading the come leaking out of her with the other. This is so hot, the best time he's ever had in bed, and he's so glad that it's with Natasha.
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It allows her to keep her body from writhing on him too bad as he sucks at her clit while fucking her pussy. Teasing back at her hole has her so close to the edge she feels like she's spiraling, but it's sitting there. She can gasp and moan, but there's no orgasm in sight yet. She's riding this unending high that's promising some form of an earthshattering break eventually-- but can she make it there before she breaks?
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"Come on, Tasha, come all over me," he urges, flicking her again. He goes more gently after that, instead using his thumb to make circles on her swollen nub. "You're so wet. Your pussy looks amazing. I just wanna eat you up." And then he leans in again, using his mouth on her.
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It's so much stimulation coming from every possible angle, that Natasha feels like she's being overwhelmed by a tide of it. She can feel the wave coming, finally-- but this one is different. It's pulsing and pushing at her. She cries out Clint's name and her body begins to gush out a female ejaculation. It's not squirting -- but it's similar. It's a creamy white substance that comes rushing out in a way she's never had before. It coats Clint's fingers and wets the bed below slightly, dripping everywhere. "Fuck, oh fuck."
The orgasm strings her body as tight as a bow, the tension pulling her completely taut, muscles quivering in her legs. Natasha's hips surge while liquid streams down her legs, and she continues to orgasm, far longer that she has before. It's crazy how long it lasts. She pants and screams, and finally collapses into a heap on the bed below. "Holy fuck..." She sighs, and lets out a long shaky breath.
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"Holy shit," he murmurs, "Tasha, jesus." Finally, he lets off, but she still keeps coming. Clint can't believe what he's seeing but he fucking loves it. He wants to make her this horny again. He always wants to make Natasha feel good.
Finally, when she collapses, Clint moves back up and takes Natasha into his arms. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, babe. I can't believe how good you look all fucked out like this." He kisses her all over her face, pets her hair gently, and just lets her rest for a few moments. He's pretty sure she needs it.
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It was good that she could lay here and curl up against her lover, the man she knew was hers in every way. Tipping her head, she kisses his neck, and then up to his lips, offering soft pliant lips. "I love you so much. You make me feel things I never knew I was capable of feeling, physically, emotionally. It's like.... " She takes a breath and tries to orient her mind, it's still a little jumbled. "...it's like you can reach into my soul and take away all the horrid things in there and leave only you, you and your love. "
She wasn't sure it made all that much sense, but she hope that he understood what she was trying to say. It was important, because he was filling up all that guilt and shame, and making her feel like a whole person. Natasha never thought she'd find this type of love, never thought she deserved it, and Clint stole away all those negative thoughts and gave her this amazing love.
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"You stay here, let me take care of you," He lets go of her, but only so that he can get out of the bed and grab a warm cloth to clean her up. He also grabs two bottles of water for them but leaves the clean sheets for later. He doesn't want to make Natasha move if she doesn't feel up to it yet.
"I know I say it all the time, but you are so gorgeous. I fucking love you so much," he says as he starts to gently wipe down her thighs. "I love making you come. I love kissing you, holding you. I love being on missions with you. God, just, everything. You're so incredible."
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"You are the most perfect man any woman could ever wish for. You know that right? We can get up and go take a bath together. I don't mind." She slides her hands down along his side and pushes herself up. She's a little shaky, but she's been through battles that have lasted days and still had to move. If there was no strength of endurance than she'd be super out of luck.
"I love being able to kiss, hold and be on missions with you too. It makes my life perfect. Working, living, playing with you is better than any life I could have dreamed of Clint."
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"I'm so glad you wanna marry me. Like, I think about how lucky I am every single day. But we can talk more about that after. I know you're wiped, and you don't need to push yourself for me. Rest, and hopefully the air conditioner will be fixed when you wake up."
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"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Clint. I am so lucky that you asked. I can't wait."
Rolling up next to him, she tucks herself into his body and nuzzles against his broad chest. He will always be the man she adores. It doesn't matter if it's hot right now, she has to be close.
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He runs his fingers through her hair and holds her while they lie under the breeze from the fans. It's nice lying here together. Clint is so happy that he gets to have this every single day for the rest of his life.
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The repair man does show up the next day, so when Natasha gets home, things are nice and cool.
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Decide to date from here