Honestly, she'd have taken it any way it was given to her, but this was by far the easiest and quickest route to her pleasure. Naturally, she's every bit as dominant in bed as her partner but she's letting go completely right now so that Clint has every advantage over her. It's one more way she shows her trust in him. With her fingers deeply embedded in his hair she rocks against his hand.

When he taps that spot inside that works her over, she begins to pant and whine, taking one hand to bite the back of to keep herself from the building scream. Then Clint hits her clit again and she knows that there's no coming back. He's got her exactly where he wants her. She's right on that edge, a pant and his name settled on her lips when suddenly he pulls back.

"Clint, fuck, baby. Oh god. Fuck, oh fuck." She tries to breathe, but it seems like everything is broken. Her lungs refuse to pull back needed oxygen, and her heart stutters in its cavity. Then there he is again, and she's screaming. There's no warning before he tips her right over that edge. Her entire body contracts, and arches off of the bed. Nat's toes curl against Clint's back and one set of nails yanks at his hair pushing him down against her. "Shit, yes, suck it. Please. suck, yeah, yea, oh yea..." Her tone is a high pitched whine as she begs him to keep her orgasm going for as long as he can. Seconds dissolve into several minutes before she drops against the sheets. "Jesus, fuck, Clint. That was brilliant. Come up here to kiss me, let me taste you."