How could she do anything but let go with Clint. He's a master of her body, and holds one of the few keys to other more sensitive and intimate parts of her-- like the one that beats frantically against the ribs that hold it tightly in the chest cavity it sits in. Who is she to admit to any of that when they lead such different lives and she'd never want to hold him back. It makes a difference though. It makes a difference when it's him between her legs, his tongue, his fingers dragging her through the highest ecstasy she knows. That's another thing she'd never do. She'd fake on a job, but never with Clint. If she didn't orgasm, she'd keep pushing until she did, or let him know to try something different.

Trust is part of their foundation and so when he comes up to lick inside her mouth she clings to him like he's the very oxygen she breathes. Demanding the flavor he so generously and graciously stole from her body as he bought her pleasure. Tasting herself, she moaned against his lips and as she laved against his tongue with her own.

More than ready, Nat wrapped her legs around him and pressed her hips up. He could have taken her in the middle of that orgasm and she would have loved it. Yet that touch of sweet concern is always appreciated. "I'm so ready, love. Please, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I need to feel you." She whispers and chases his lips again, wanting to press the desperation she has for his body into his mouth. Maybe, just maybe she can offer a subtle flavor of exactly how much she cares and needs him through the way she kisses him and reacts with her hips, rolling them up and against his body, tightening her inner walls with every thrust of his cock.