blackhourglass | Clint & Tasha Open Post, Overflow, PSL

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.

Clint & Tasha Open Post, Overflow, PSL

CLINT & TASHA

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