It was so fucking hot seeing her like this. Natasha was usually so cool and restrained and Clint took great pride in causing her to let go. He loved that he could make her moan, make her grasp at him almost desperately. It was honest and it was pure, and god he wanted to drag his tongue over every inch of her, to reacquaint himself with her taste and rediscover all those hidden places that made her gasp and writhe. He wanted to, but it had been far too long since they had been together and he didn’t think he could hold out for anything slow. Later they would have all the time in the world, but right now he needed her, needed to sink into her heat and feel warm again, feel whole again, after so long of feeling cold and broken.
After lavishing the same attention on her other breast he worked his way back up to her lips, the kiss deceptively gentle in the midst of his desire. His hands slid back down to her thighs, his thumbs caressing the soft skin on the insides, just below the junction of her legs.
“Need you,” he whispered against her lips. He wanted her so bad, but only if she was ready. This wasn’t one of their adrenaline fueled fucks against the wall in some rundown motel; this was something else, something more.
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Date: 2014-09-15 10:44 pm (UTC)After lavishing the same attention on her other breast he worked his way back up to her lips, the kiss deceptively gentle in the midst of his desire. His hands slid back down to her thighs, his thumbs caressing the soft skin on the insides, just below the junction of her legs.
“Need you,” he whispered against her lips. He wanted her so bad, but only if she was ready. This wasn’t one of their adrenaline fueled fucks against the wall in some rundown motel; this was something else, something more.