Clint lets Natasha ride out her orgasm against his mouth. She's always so responsive when she's with him, so he knows without a doubt that she's enjoying herself. He holds her there, against his face so that she can keep coming as long as possible, using his tongue to pleasure her at the same time. Finally, she moves off of him, and he gathers her up into his arms. "Feel good?" he asks with a chuckle. It's pretty clear that she does.

Clint leans over her and presses his lips to hers, fitting a hand around her hip. He lets her set the pace of the kiss, because it will determine if she wants more, or if they're done for now. This is the one case where he can't predict what he wants, and it will dictate whether or not they're in for a night of marathon sex, or if they're getting some dinner.