Clint sucked in a sharp breath at her words, letting the air out in a groan. "God, I want every part of you."

Erica smiled softly, "I know, and you'll have me, but first you have a choice to make," she teased.

"Mouth," the sound was barely there.

"Mmm, good choice," she purred, moving down his body, kissing him here and there. Once she reached her goal she took the head of his cock into her mouth and suckled gently.

Clint could only hold off for thirty seconds before he begged, "More."

Erica looked up at him through her lashes and he groaned. She winked and took the entire length into her throat, just barely gagging. She ran her tongue all around his cock before pulling back so just the head was in her mouth again.

"Fuck," Clint moaned, he couldn't compete with 300 years of practice and skill. He just hoped he didn't disappoint.

Erica continued her actions, going faster and faster until he came in her mouth. She easily swallowed and kissed her way up his body, "Mmm," she hummed as she licked her lips, "That was incredible."

Clint was still breathing a little hard and he let out a huff of laughter, "I think that's my line."

"A girl can like doing that just as much as a man likes getting it done," she pointed out.

"Well, I guess, but I've never met one," he chuckled.

"What do you mean? You've known me for more than a year."

"Yeah, but I didn't know you liked giving a blow job that much until just now."

Erica just laughed and kissed him, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she did so. She'd be just fine if they stopped her for now, she was very used to going without reciprocation and could very well get off on her own.

Clint rolled them so that he was hovering above her, "Hand or mouth?" he purred, repeating her question back at her.

She hummed and smiled, "Your choice."

Clint shook his head, "Nope, not gonna fly. You made me choose and now it's your turn."

Eri ca considered for a moment. It would be easier to guide him if he was using his fingers, but she could stimulate herself too if his mouth wasn't doing the job. "Mouth," she decided.

Clint smiled and licked his lips, sliding down on the bed and kissing just above her mons and then licking her wet folds, savoring her taste and loving how wet she was already. He hummed in pleasure as he used his fingers to part her lips and latched onto her clit easily, sucking gently.

He sure as hell knew what he was doing, Erica thought. Most men she'd been with had to be directed and she had to actually reveal her clit to them. Obviously she had terrible taste in sexual partners until now.

The moment Clint began sucking harder and adding some pressure with his lips she moaned loudly. "Fuck, that's good. You're amazing," she huffed, breathing harder as she squirmed and rocked her hips.

Clint nearly preened at the compliment, she'd probably had more than a little experience and he was glad that he rated an amazing. It only served to spur him on, becoming more enthusiastic with his sucking and thrusting two fingers inside of her.

Erica gasped as his fingers entered her, back arching off the bed. Damn, he was good. Little surprises during sex were almost always good and this proved no different. She moaned as he crooked his fingers and began rubbing her g-spot. Without warning she came with a loud moan.

Clint moved up her body after lapping up her juices and kissed her long and hard. He didn't think about the fact that she'd be tasting herself and once he did he drew back.

Her hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back down into the kiss. She didn't mind the taste of herself and found it sexy on occasion, this being one of them.

Clint pulled back, breathing heavily, "Do I stack up?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Definitely top five," she teased.

"Only top five?"

"You're damn good Barton, damn good. Best I've had in over a century."

"I'll take it," he grinned, leaning in and kissing her again.

Erica smiled when she felt him grow hard against her leg, "Fuck me," she breathed.

He pulled back and looked at her with a grin, he wasn't going to argue, "Condoms?"

"Crap," she sighed, she hadn't had use for them since opening her diner and moving in above it and she wasn't going to risk it. Having to watch a significant other wither and die was horrible, but if her child didn't share her immortality she couldn't bear to watch them grow old and die as well.

Clint sat back and grabbed his pants and pulling a condom out of his wallet, "For just in case," he murmured.

"I'm just glad we don't have to stop. I don't care why the condom is there."