Natasha moaned at the feel of his fingers, her body giving an involuntary shiver that had her curling her toes. Her own needs had been far from met in recent times. It was his touch she had wanted, not her own. She licked at her lips and tried to swallow but another moan escaped and she tried to pull him in closer with her legs.
"Clint--" So much could be said with just his name, with the tone of her voice as it wrapped around each letter. There was longing, and passion. Love, and trust. She needed him now. She needed the feel of more than his fingers. Another kiss, her tongue probing past his lips as her grip adjusted and she rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock.
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Date: 2014-09-21 10:21 pm (UTC)"Clint--" So much could be said with just his name, with the tone of her voice as it wrapped around each letter. There was longing, and passion. Love, and trust. She needed him now. She needed the feel of more than his fingers. Another kiss, her tongue probing past his lips as her grip adjusted and she rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock.