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This time, even though it's an itch Nat feels like taking her time. It's been a while and she doesn't want to give up her time with Clint so easily tonight. He feels good under her fingertips and even better against her body. Taking a few seconds to shuffle off his pants, she turns and places a soft kiss to the side of his face. Slipping her hand up to run through his hair.

She smiles and then moves back up on the bed and continues to push his head down her stomach. "I think we start here, and you can move lower and you can use your fingers while you eat me out. Then you can come up and fuck me for a little bit and we can try out a few different positions, as you're feeling frisky. I'm up for as much as you are tonight."

Funny how Nat feels equally as lucky in getting to spend time with Clint. They come together and apart every so often, it's always strange how they work well, but never seem to stick for good, always opting instead to make sure the other has their freedom.

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."

It's true that they aren't nearly as young as they used to be, but that's never stopped her from seeing him as less than anything other than as hot as he's ever been. Watching his body move above hers is all that it takes to make her wet for him. Hell, helping him get naked was all that it took. She was already aching with the thought of him before they saw one another.

Clint has always been a very generous lover and Nat doubts that she'd ever find anyone as good as him anywhere. Not only is he good with women, he knows her body and has for a while. It makes a difference when a man knows where to touch, and exactly which spot to kiss to make her body arch off the surface of the bed.

The second his tongue hits her clit, she moans loudly and reaches back to grab at the sheet with one hand and digs the other deep in his hair.

"Oh fuck. Clint." Shit. He knows that too, the way she likes to be licked, the pressure, the motion. How hard, how gentle... He gets her, and she brings her legs up to dig into his sides as he navigates between her legs. "You know I'm always wet for you, baby. You can scratch me however you want, and it's gonna purr..." She inhales deeply as he finds more of her, and shakes her head against the pillow. "You already more than keep up with me by the way. I don't know why you ever worry."

It seems like Nat wants it this way, so Clint is eager to comply. He flattens his tongue and draws it up over her sweet, wet folds. One of his hands comes up to splay over her thigh, and he dives right in, sucking, licking, and teasing her entrance with his fingers. "Tastes so sweet," he murmurs right as he finally presses his fingers inside. He knows that he can go fast, get her off in record time because he knows just what she likes.

But that's not what she wants.

So he curls his fingers lightly and licks her clit, nudges it with his nose when he dips his mouth further down. He works Natasha up over and over again before he pulls off a little, letting her cool down just enough to get her going again. Finally, when he thinks she's had enough, he goes to work properly, working her up so that he can get her off.

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."

Natasha always lets go when they're in bed together, which is something that Clint really appreciates. He knows she's done a lot of honey pot missions in the past, and that sex was part of her job, but with him she really seems like she enjoys it. She could be faking, for all he knows, but he really doesn't think that she is.

Clint doesn't let up when he feels Natasha contract around his fingers. He keeps going, lets her ride that wave until she can't any longer. It's only then that withdraws his fingers, brings them up to his mouth for a taste. "I love it when you scream my name," he admits with a smirk, moving up her body to drop a kiss onto her lips.

Settling himself between her legs, he deepens the kiss, licking into her mouth and tipping her head back to have more access. In this position, he could just press right in, but he wants to make sure that she's not too sensitive first. To find out, he breaks the kiss and says, "you okay? You good with this?" he asks softly.

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.

They haven't been together in a while. so Clint doesn't want to take the same liberties as he would have when they were sleeping together regularly. Maybe if they keep doing this, they can get back to that same level of comfort and Clint will do what he wants because he'll know that she wants it too. For now, better to ask to make sure. With her positive response, Clint pushes into her, rolling his hips against hers until he's fully seated.

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing his face against her neck. "Feels so good."

Natasha kisses him then, and he can tell that she's doing her very best to see how fast she can get him off. Honestly, he wants to see if he can get her there again, so while he kisses her, he fucks into her slowly, like he has all the time in the world to reach his orgasm. he gets his hands on her ass so that he can better guide their movements, and tries not to let the hot wet tight feeling of her go to his head.

It's funny. In Natasha's mind no matter how often they fall apart and come back together, it's the same. Maybe sometimes the feeling is different and they both come at it from varying directions and for a wide variety of reasons, but they really don't miss a beat. He will always know her, and she him. As soon as she gave him permission to her body, he had full access and nothing was different-- yet she will always appreciate how he cares, and is cautious after a time.

"Jesus. Clint. So fucking big." She moans and bites her lip, hard when he fills her completely. It's nice enough that he can slide himself exactly right along that spot whenever he pushes in and now and then on the way out. With her eyes closed, she rises up to meet him, and rolls against his body. It's not that she's itching to get him off as fast as possible, but she does want him to feel how amazing she's made her feel.

Still, at the same time, she's got another orgasm building and her breathing begins to sound on little moans, higher and louder until he's got her right at the edge, and then she's rolling right over again-- every muscle tightening around him, squeezing him tight within her as she's begging his name and offering it up in prayer with nails that claw down his back, and leave lines of red in their wake.

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."

They've had sex in every position and Natasha loves every one of them, but this fit her mood today. The itch she had ended up turning into something personal, and there was nothing more personal than being face to face, body to body, skin to skin like this. Feeling the heat, the sweat of Clint's body as he thrust with a quickening beat into her, pushing her expertly over that final struggle until she only knew ecstasy.

His words had her there, and beyond in a heartbeat. Then feeling him coming inside her, drew out her response, digging her heels in and holding her there, moaning and panting, arched in a perfect bow against Clint's body until she too finally fell boneless against the bed.

Turning her head, she kissed the side of Clint's neck, tasting the salt from his heat. "Mmmm, you're always so perfect, how could it not be the best. You know me better than anyone and I always love sex with you." She mumbles, slowly running her fingers up and down his back.

Clint knows that they've both had sex with plenty of other people in their lives. Nat does it often for jobs, and Clint well... he's just a bit of a slut in all honesty. He's never been one to turn down sex from a beautiful person, and he doesn't think that will change anytime soon. They work so well together because they understand each other. They might be getting intimate now, but in a week or so, they might move on. The week after that she may end up in his bed again. Clint never says no, and he doesn't think he's going to start any time soon.

"Yeah?" he says, "is it because of my big dick, or because I want to get you off as many times as possible?" he teases. "Two isn't even close to our record."

He claims her lips in another kiss then, licking into her mouth and moving so that she was on top. "It's gonna be a minute before I can get it up again, babe. But you can ride my face, if you want."

There's a lot of things that Nat does for jobs, some she can change and others she's got to stick with. Sex with others is a thing she goes with the flow on because it brings in bigger bucks. After all, sex has always been the oldest profession on the books and when mixed with espionage it pays out really well. There's no better way to get a man talking than through his dick. Though, if someone could do it, it was Nat.

Knowing that Clint is the whore that he is, she's never minded the way they've worked. She's pretty straight, and he's a rainbow of fruity flavors and she adores that about him. He's a god in the bedroom and the best friend friend outside it. Though sometimes, she wish that she might stick occasionally to one place, and still thinks about it from time to time. Feeling his hands on her makes her shiver with sensitivity.

"Your cock is great, and so is your mouth. Don't make me pick. Cause I'm gonna want to sing about them both, and let you fuck me with both." She moves up his body and kneels so that she's hovering over his mouth, hands on the back of the bed. This never failed to get her off several times, because of the way she could move and the way he could hold her as she did.

"I'm all yours baby..."

"You don't have to pick, babe," Clint assures her as she moves up his body. "You know I'll give you whatever you want." He needs a bit more time before his dick will get hard again, but he's more than willing to fuck her again once he can. He brings his hand up and runs his fingers over her hips and ass, getting a handful and pulling her down onto his mouth.

His come is leaking out of her and Clint draws his tongue over her folds, taking in their mingled flavour. He sucks her clit into his mouth, guides her hips so that she's riding him, grinding down against him.

"Oh, I know I didn't have to pick between the two. You merely asked if it was because of your dick or because you could get me off, and I saying I would never pick. Cause you turn me into a slut just for you every single time I see you. I'm always yours and only yours when we are together, and I love it." Natasha would never talk dirty for anyone but Clint. He was the only one that she'd tear her mouth up for, and love every second of it.

It felt good to let go and not always have to be completely in charge of every single thing, to say that she'd be a slut for someone, and only that person-- doing whatever they wanted and she knew that he loved it when she sat on his face. It may bring her to orgasm, but the noises he made as he gripped her hips and yanked her forward turned her on every bit as much as his tongue and mouth sucking against her clit.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so damn sensitive. You're going to make me crazy like this." She knows she's already super-sensitive, but Clint knows exactly the right amount of pressure, and when to let up to let her breathe, and then when to dive back in again to pull her right back up to heaving again. Nat rolls her hips down against his mouth, and moans loudly, running her hands over her breasts to pull and pluck at her nipples.

Clint can't exactly respond with his mouth otherwise occupied, so he tries his best to convey how he feels with his mouth alone. Nat is so wet for him. He feels like he should be impressed at that, but instead, he just keeps moving his mouth. He's determined to get her off as many times as she needs him to, and if she wants his fingers after he uses his mouth, she's got them.

Clint fucks his tongue into Natasha, over and over again. He brings his hand up so that he can thumb her clit now. He wants her to move, wants her to use him to get herself off. Clint doesn't mind being a means to an end, in fact, he relishes it.

When it comes to knowing how to please a woman, Clint is a damn expert. There's literally no one that Natasha knows who is so very willing to do so much to get her off as often as she needs or wants when they have sex. He may not be able to say a word with his mouth tied up in her pussy, but she can feel the way he moves it and the vibrations from his enjoyment.

Grinding down against his face, Nat rolls her hips so that he can suck at her clit and pull the orgasm from her. She's literally right on the edge with his tongue fucking her. She begins to breathe heavy, little tiny moans dripping quicker and quicker from her lips, and then suddenly his thumb rubs against her and she's gone again.

"Jesus, Clint. Oh fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. oh. oh. oh. yeaaaah....baby." The words are loud and some slurred through the pleasure, she presses down hard to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible, extending the life of the clitoral orgasm for at least a minute before she drops back off his face and lays back against him to catch her breath. "Dear Saints alive, that was so fucking good, you are so good at that." She pants, feeling boneless from how hard she came.

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.

It takes a few more seconds to orient herself, even when he rolls around on top of her. His weight is so perfect. There's nothing better than feeling him laying there against her like this. She leans into the kiss and happily deepens it, tasting herself on his tongue that sweet musky flavor. Her legs draw him in tight and close, trying to feel what he desires.

It's not only her pleasure she seeks, it's his. Natasha wants Clint to be more than satisfied with their night. "I feel fantastic, what about you. What are you feeling, babe?" She rolls her hips against him and slides her hand along his chest, flicking her finger tip over his nipple. She pulls and tugs at it gently, testing to see if he's sensitive or feeling done for the evening. She can always go for him, but she would never push.

Clint's dick still isn't quite ready for another round but he has hands for that. Or they can always take a break and pick it back up later. The fact of the matter is: "I asked you first." He nips her lower lip and gets a hand under her ass. It's still so perfect. Natasha really does take care of her body.

He gasps when she rolls her hips, when she flicks his nipple. The night doesn't need to be over unless she wants it to be. "You're the one that needed to scratch an itch. I'm here to do that for you."

"Maybe it needed to be scratched, but it's all about wanting you." There's more to this than her pleasure, and while Clint really might be in it for giving, she enjoys it every bit as much. There's so much to offer when they are together. She loves to make him gasp and moan for her, it gets her off in a different way. It's a great deal of what makes her so wet for him.

Licking his lips, she kisses him again and then drags her teeth over his neck and up to his ear, tugging at it playfully. "Got any new toys you want to play with? I'm happy to try them out on you or me."

Clint presses a kiss to her neck, draws one of his big hands up to cup her tit. It seems like whenever they're in this type of situation with Natasha, he can't stop touching her. "Glad I could be of service," he teases. He knows that he and Nat aren't always into the same things, but that's fine. That's why they both see other people. There's no jealousy between them, and Clint is just as happy to hear about her exploits as he is to have her in his bed.

That being said, he does get a bit more adventurous when Natasha is around.

He kisses her back, licking into her mouth and then tilts his head for her as he thinks about it. "Well, you know I like getting fucked," he says, "I have a vibrating butt plug if you wanna try that. Or you can take a look at my dildos and put on a show for me. Or we can go out for a drink and I can finger you under the bar. Lots of options."

Feeling this way with Clint is always refreshing. Maybe it's only sex, but between them she knows that it's always deeper no matter how many times they do it. No matter what happens, he always knows what she wants and needs and the way he touches her will always fill that need. His hand at her breast sends more shivers along her skin, and it waves with prickled flesh. She laughs softly.

"I think you should go get that butt plug and I'll get you nice and warmed up for me that way. It's been a while since I've gotten control over the toys. Though next time we go out, I'm taking you up for that fingering."

"Yeah, sure," Clint replies. He gets up, giving Nat a nice view of his naked body, and digs the plug out of a drawer. It's powered by an app, but he's already installed it. Once he's got it in, Natasha can take over. He brings it over and spreads back out on the bed, grabbing his lube on the way.

"You wanna stretch me or do you wanna watch?"

Shit, he's so damn gorgeous and something Nat will never get tired of watching walk across the bedroom no matter how many times she gets to see it. It's like touching him will never grow tired. There's a spark that always stirs deep inside, sending jolts of wicked attraction straight to her core whenever it comes to Clint.

With a lick of her lips, she grins. "Oh, I'll be happy to do it for you if that's alright for you." She reaches out and takes the lube from Clint, moving to her knees to let him situate himself in the position most comfortable for him. She plans to enjoy this in more ways than one.

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