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"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.

Clint's not nervous about this, not with Nat. Besides, his ass has seen enough action that he knows what feels good and what doesn't, and he can communicate with Natasha if something isn't feeling right. Not that he expects that to happen. Natasha is very good at sex.

He hands the lube over with a nod, absolutely happy to have Nat do the work. He gets onto his hands and knees for her, sticking his ass up. "You ever think you'd be finger fucking me?" he laughs.

This isn't exactly her first rodeo so to speak in doing something like this. This would be her first time with Clint, but Nat enjoys making men feel good in all different ways and so she's taken time learning how to finger one while giving a blow job. There are a lot of differing preferences.

With his ass in the air, Nat moves behind Clint and sides her hands across his smooth cheeks. "You know, I never thought I'd be behind you like this, but I did think about having my fingers in you a few times when I was giving you a blow job. I always forgot to ask about it. Now, that I have permission..." She bends over and kisses the slope of his ass.

Licking along her lips, she dips in further, bowing her head and teases him by running her tongue around the tight ring of muscle at his entrance, feeling the way it moves instantly as she touches it. "Ever think I'd do this?" She laughs softly and then laps across the tiny hole, with several long and slow strokes, eventually pushing in-- fucking him with her tongue much the same way he does to her. Fuck how she's been wanting to do this for a while now.

"You coulda just done it," Clint laughs. He's had a lot more than just fingers in there now. "You know I'll just tell you if I don't like something." It's in the past now, and they're communicating what they want, so it doesn't matter. Clint leans back as she literally kisses his ass and then bites back a moan.

Clint has definitely been on the receiving end of things more often than not, and he's been rimmed before, but never by a woman. Usually when he's with them, there's almost a list of things they do, but Nat has always been full of surprises. He pushes back against her mouth, choking back a moan.

It's been a while since Natasha's had the opportunity or the desire to do this to anyone. It's not every day that she cares enough about anyone she's with to want to really take the time to give them this type of pleasure. Running her hand up and over Clint's leg, she offers a moan against his skin, burying her hot wet tongue inside him several times over. She laves across the entire area, using her thumb to gently rub along his taint back and forth while she pushes him to moan for her a few more times.

Taking a lubed finger, she pulls back after a few more choice laps and presses it inside him. Nat takes her time, getting used to the way those tight muscular walls push and pull at her slender digit seemingly all at once. Curling it, she twists and slowly opens him up while exploring him. Pulling away, she pushes back in-- this time more aware of how his body feels and how to find that tiny little bundle of nerves she knows exists. "That's it..." She encourages.

Nat uses one finger to fuck him for a while, and then adds a second, and widens him up. "Fuck baby, you're so damn tight for me. If I was a man, I'd be so hard right now, as it is you're making me wet thinking about it." She loves the way a man can react like this. It's beautiful to lay them up and out, to push them to a place, like they do for her when she's stimulated inside.

Everything that Natasha is doing feels incredible for Clint. It's so, so good and he's surprised that he'd never thought to ask her for this. He's always known that she's the more adventurous of the two of them and he should have known that she would be up for a little butt play. He gasps as she licks over his entrance, pushes back against her mouth a little, and then take a breath when she gives him a moment to breath.

"Fuck Nat," he gasps. "That feels really fucking good."

He presses back against her fingers, taking what she's giving him with ease. "Yeah, you should definitely fuck me sometime. I bet you'd love it."

It's not so much about adventure as it is about making the other person feel as good as possible. Nat's all about doing what it takes. Maybe she'll go further to make her partners fall apart than other people will, but Natasha's been with a number of people that like a variety of things, and given her upbringing she's not sure if it's made her twisted in some way, or if it's a release. Whatever it is, this is wonderful and freeing, and watching Clint makes her moan softly when she adds a third finger. He's experienced, and so this is all smooth and easy. Still, his reactions have her wanting to come from watching him.

After a little bit, she grabs the plug and after lubing it up she pushes it in, playing with it back and forth. It's not fun if she can't fuck him some with it. It's not a vibrator, per se, but it works him over a little. Pushing it in the final time, Nat flicks on the switch and lets it begin to slowly vibrate inside him.

She moves around and licks up the underside of his sac, flicking her tongue against the base of his cock. "Tell me how that feels... " She turns it up a little.

Natasha stretches him out nicely before she presses the plug in. Clint loves the feeling of being full, which is probably why he's never asked to switch it up with his male partners. He takes in a breath and drops his head between his shoulders to get used to the feeling, but soon, he's rolling back onto his back for Natasha, legs spread, ready for anything she wants.

"It's good, tight," he tells her. "You feeling good? Need some relief?" he's still got hands, and a mouth, and dildos if she really needs that. "I got more toys if you need dick, but you know I can take care of you too."

There's this look in his eyes that Nat's never seen before, a pliancy to Clint that she revels in. This is why she'd never ask him to stay faithful to her, and her alone. She can give him a form of this-- but it's not the same and she understands that. No matter what she likes or wants, she understands this. She can certainly enjoy it, however. She takes his cock, as soft or half-hard as it may be, and pulls the whole thing into her mouth.

It's so much easier to enjoy when he's like this. She can feel all of him. She pulls away and works him over with her lips, focusing fully on his pleasure when he's filled to completion. She may be soaking, but he will feel it eventually. She has plans enough for that as well.

"Nat," Clint breathes, but then is completely distracted by the sensations. The plug feels so good, and Natasha is making him feel even better. He lies back and takes a deep breath, lets her do whatever it is she wants to him, but he knows Natasha. He knows how hot this is making her and he wants her to feel just as good as he does in this moment.

Natasha's never mentioned being enhanced, but when they're together, they go for hours, and she never tires, not like Clint does. He doesn't mind though, since she lets him pleasure her in other ways. Speaking of, he's got some toys here that he uses just on her, and he reaches for a tiny little bullet vibrator and then he pushes her on her back. "Let me," and then he turns the vibe on and starts to tease just above her clit. "We can do each other."

Absorbed in all the pleasure she's taking from working Clint's dick. Nat doesn't even think about herself. She can certainly feel the dark throb between her legs and the wetness that has made her thighs a damp nightmare now, but she keeps her ass in the air and rocks back and forth lightly offering herself a little stimuli to keep it from bothering her too much. It's not often that she gets to keep herself so focused on Clint like this.

That's why it shouldn't, but still does take her by surprise when he takes her in and rolls her over onto her back, covering her body with his again. She gasps and licks at her lips, taking all the flavors she's pulled from him in. God it's such a rush. "Jesus, Clint. You can never just let me." She pants out on a half moan, tipping her head back when he begins to rub the little bullet at her clit, vibrating it at exactly the right speed. She finds his mouth and forces her tongue into it, clinging to him at the quick overly intense fluctuations of pleasure that begin spinning through her core.

Edited 2023-09-07 15:17 (UTC)

Sometimes it's hard to find a rhythm when both people in the bed are givers. Clint's shown that side of his to all of his lovers, and Natasha specifically has been on the receiving end of how much he loves to please. It's hard for him to just lay back and let her work his dick back up with the vibrator buzzing happily in his ass. He's turned on enough that he know it won't be long before she can have him again, but he's not quite there yet. And Natasha deserves to get off.

He doesn't care if she's so wet that he needs to change the sheets. In fact, he hopes that he can work her up to that level.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, kissing his way up her neck. "So fucking hot, Nat." He joins into the kiss eagerly, licking into her mouth as he teases her clit. He doesn't let himself get too distracted, not by Nat's mouth, and not by the buzzing shocks going straight to his dick. He reaches next to the bed, digs around for a dildo, and then shifts them again so that he can bend Natasha over, thighs pressed against her stomach.

"How wet do you think I can get you with this?"

There are times when Natasha is content enough to let Clint get her off over and over while he only gets pleasured but once. The problem is that occasionally she has such a craving for him, that her pleasure is only made perfect by his as well. Now, there's no doubt in her head that he enjoys watching her drip and soak herself for him, and him alone. No one else in this damn world can affect her like this, because she never lets go completely like she does with Clint.

Giving into his desire finally, she lets him grab at the dildo he has next to the bed. She can get off for him several more times. Fuck, she's so completely worked up that even having that minor attention to her clit almost drags her over the edge.

"Clint... you know that your the only one who can soak me like this. So fucking wet for you. You're gonna make me come with that. Fuck me, and don't hold back." She looks at him and slides her body against his, letting her legs move along his so that he can feel how slick they are. "Mnn, fuck me Clint."

Clint takes Natasha's hand and presses it against the vibrator, letting her take over that side of things. Teasingly, he slides the dildo into her, leaning over a little to lick the moisture off one of her thighs. He doesn't press the toy in far, though, concentrating instead on nudging her g-spot with every movement.

Natasha has a lot of sex, whether for work, or for pleasure, but Clint knows that no one ever gives her this type of undivided attention. No one else cares as much about her getting off as Clint does, and he's going to show her that again and again. He licks her other thigh, then, letting the flavour of her sit on his tongue for a moment.

"Come on sweetheart, show me how good it is. Show me how wet you can get." He'll fuck her properly as soon as she's coming, making her come again. After that, who knows. Clint will let Natasha decide.

"Jesus, Fuck, Clint..." She moans, her hand rolling the vibrator around her clit. It really doesn't take much before she jerks and starts to breathe hard, a hard and fast orgasm spiraling through her before Clint even gets the dildo into her. She was far too worked up from going down on him, and enjoying all that time licking him up and down, then playing with his little plug. Things like that get her so wet.

Still spiraling, Clint licks at her thigh and she leans forward some, gripping at his hair with a tight tug. She releases it after she realizes that she probably had him closer than he needed to be. It was only her orgasm forcing her body through impossible reactions. Now she's even more wet, a pearl-like sheen drips and covers her pussy. No one else gets her like this, no one else calls her sweetheart, or stirs her up enough that she loves watching him enjoy her as well.

"Tell me how good I taste." She says on a soft moan, angling her hips now so that he can hit her g-spot. A whole different kind of orgasm building. This one is far more mighty, and comes from her core and while she wants it, she's holding onto it too enjoying the overstimulation of it all.

Clint sucks a mark into the skin he'd been licking and keeps thrusting the dildo in, shallow, as he does. He looks up at her and licks his smirking lips. It's all the answer she needs; she knows he loves how she tastes. "Think you'll want me to fuck you, after this one?" he asks. She's overstimulated now, and it'll only be worse when she comes again. "I got this vision in my head of you riding me, soaking me with how much you want me, tits bouncing. But I can make it a reality another time."

He can hear the wet sounds she's making, her pussy clinging to the dildo as he pushes it in, over and over again. At this rate, they're definitely going to have to change the sheets, but Clint doesn't care. He'll change them however many times she wants him to if he gets to have this. He uses his tongue, licking around the dildo, lapping up everything she has to offer him before finally pushing it all the way in.

Moans seep into the air around them in a continual round, all rules of quiet control having left long ago. Feeling the mark on her body, she arches against Clint's perfect mouth, against lips that never fail to eagerly give her every enjoyment. Even if she hadn't just peaked, her body would be incredibly sensitive to what he was doing with that dildo.

As it is now, Natasha is barely able to keep her hips from bucking and quivering. Each thrust drags her beyond the orgasm she had and onto a new plane of existence. There's a certain feeling that overstimulation brings, it's an excruciating pleasure, something that tears apart and builds all that the same time. She knows the rewards are always worth it when it's done right, at least with her body.

"Fuck yes. I want nothing more than to feel you inside me again. I need you deep inside me again, Clint." It's what she's been aiming for all night. She wants him to get off one more time before they're done. They'll most certainly have to change the sheets. Already Nat can feel how wet they are beneath her, from her body, her pussy, everything.

"Jesus, that's hot." She licks her own lips when he gives her a moments reprieve and licks all her slick from the dildo. Then she's digging her fingers back into the bedsheets, yanking them up from the base of the bed as he shoves the toy all the way in. It's filling and deep and she bites at her cheek, feeling it bleed slightly from her over zealousness. "You're going to kill me, aren't you..." She pants, and then makes that small heady noise that comes as her body begins to build for another orgasm.

"Hoping to keep you alive at least a little longer," Clint teases as he starts to fuck her with the dildo in earnest. He trails his lips up the inside of her thigh, tasting her again, and then further up so that he can suck on her tits, leaving marks in his wake. Natasha must be so overstimulated right now, but Clint knows how much she likes that. He knows that she loves surrendering herself to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. She's so distracted that she's not even adjusting the vibration on his plug. It's fine, since it's buzzing quite delightfully already, switching between intensities as he pinches one of her nipples.

Knowing how close Natasha is (and how close he is), Clint presses the dildo in a few more times before fully withdrawing it and positioning himself between her legs. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, Nat. Does anyone else get to see you so hot for it? So fucking beautiful in your pleasure?" He can feel her heat, presses it and feels how wet she is too. Clint doesn't hesitate. He just starts fucking into her, hard and fast, takes the vibrator and presses it right up against her clit.

"Come on, baby. Sweetheart. Show me how fuckin' hot you are."

There are so many stimulants layering over one another that Natasha's body has about had it. Clint's mouth wraps around her nipple and she starts moaning louder, signaling exactly how close she is. She had every intention of letting herself go when she finds him climbing her body further. It was a surprise when he shoves himself inside her.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Clint.." She whines. She was about to orgasm and now she forces herself to hold on for him. So much for riding his cock with her tits bouncing. Panting to stave off the immediate release, she runs her nails down his back and shakes her head, sweat clinging to every strand of her hair. "You know that you're the only one that can do this to me, the only one I can ever let go like this with. Only you Clint." It really is. Clint is the only man in her life she's ever loved, and not matter what happens between them, she will always be able to let go with him and give them this.

With him fucking her so quick and hard, and then the vibrator to her clit she can't hold it any more and it's not moans that come this time, it's full out screams. Natasha's full body goes rigid and clamps down on Clint's cock, holding him tight within her treasured wetness. He can probably still push through, but she's a bow drawn taunt. Taking the pillow, she wraps it around to bite down on and then her body begins to wave desperately through the onslaught of pleasure as her orgasm courses through her with an intensity she can only find here when Clint's stimulated her past her point of no return.

Minutes go by before she's done and settled back on the bed, breath hard and ragged. "I swear that has to be a record for the longest orgasm yet, doll."

Clint can't last with Natasha clenching around him like this, so he follows her over the edge after only a few more thrusts. His body goes tight above her and then he carefully collapses against her body, not wanting to squish her too badly. "Fuck, Tash. You fuckin' made a mess of both of us with that one," he laughs before kissing her cheek affectionately. Resting there for a moment, he catches his breath and then pulls out. He's tired now. They've gone more rounds than he can remember, and he's definitely ready to cuddle up and rest.

But he really can't stop thinking about one thing. He shouldn't bring it up. They've talked about it before, but sometimes he just gets it in his head that maybe they should try again.

Clint rolls to the side, taking Nat with him so that she's not lying in the very, very wet spot, and holds her close. "You know, we could make this work, you and me," he says. "I mean, like, really. We could figure it out, make rules. Like, maybe I could still sleep with guys, and you can sleep with whoever, but at the end of the night, we come home to each other, you know?"

There's that natural feeling of loss that comes every time the fullness of his body leaves hers. Then he's back and wrapped around her and it's a different kind of wonderful, even if they're both sticky, sweaty messes. She's fully exhausted as well. Nothing feels much better than laying there in his arms, listening to the sound of him breathing and the faint echo of the apartment settling around them.

When he rolls up and moves them around, she slides her body around and through his as if they've been doing this for a lifetime. It's always so easy and natural. She plucks at a few stray hairs that stick to his forehead awkwardly before he speaks. When he does she pauses and looks him deeply in the eyes.

A small smile curls at the corner of her lips. "You know, I've been thinking that for a while. I didn't want to push you though. I know how much you like your freedom. I didn't... I didn't want to trap you, or tie you to me again. You're the only person I can be like this with." She wonders if she can figure out how to work with him sleeping with other people. Maybe if it's only with a few guys, since she knows he has certain needs.

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