Clint presses a soft kiss against her stomach, totally on board with the plans for the night. "I doubt I can keep up with you," he murmurs as he travels downward. "But I can definitely get you off as many times as you want me to." He's not as young as he used to be, and now he's usually limited to one, maybe two if he's lucky, orgasms a night. The reason he's such a good lover is that he's more than willing to wait for his own pleasure, instead focusing on his partner at the time.

Licking over her abs, Clint starts to trail his mouth downward. He tickles his calloused fingers across her smooth skin, inching them up her thigh. "Now, do you want to lie back and enjoy yourself, or would you rather be on top for this?" He doesn't wait for her answer, just dips his head down for a taste, drawing his tongue over Natash's clit.

"You really do need to be scratched," he teases. "Already getting wet for me."