( She asked for more and Clint indulges, growls in frustration and somehow manages to lift her up, gets enough leverage to adjust his angle. He wraps her up in his arms, buries his face in her neck and groans.
She's, she's perfect, she feels perfect and Clint does love her. Natasha is his match in every way.
He licks the water from her neck, nips at the soft skin gently and he's skirting the lines of loosing control. )
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She's, she's perfect, she feels perfect and Clint does love her. Natasha is his match in every way.
He licks the water from her neck, nips at the soft skin gently and he's skirting the lines of loosing control. )
Always.