Natasha being so responsive always turns Clint on. She's so hot underneath him, writhing against him. Maybe next time, Clint can get her on top because he knows how good that view is. He wraps his arms around her when he feels like she's getting close, thrusts into her harder and faster, wanting to bring her over that edge.

"Come on, sweetheart," he breathes against her neck. Then he feels her contract around him, squeezing him in the most delicious way. "Oh fuck," he gasps before fucking into her one more time. His hips stutters as he spills inside of her, body taut until he goes loose on top of her.

"God, it's always so good with you."