hello my sweet buns! hope you enjoy part 10 of our collab rp! :D
The archer was just as affected by their closeness as she was.
He scanned Natasha's body again, framing her smaller figure with his larger one and brushing his lips over one of the scratches on her shoulder blade. He whispered her name against her skin, his voice hoarse with want. She didn't move away, didn't resist the sudden contact when he pulled her back against his front and kissed a heated trail from her shoulder up the pale column of her neck. His hand on her lower back slid around to her front and pressed her hips back against his, when she still offered no resistance his mouth wandered up to bite at her earlobe and Natasha mewled desperately at the contact.
Natasha turned in his arms and pressed herself against his muscled frame, gripping his sandy hair with both hands and kissing him ravenously. She wanted him so desperately, needed in him ways she refused to admit to herself and so she simply focused on how good he felt and tasted. Clint tensed, hesitating for a moment as the voice of reason pierced the fog of his desire, telling him they shouldn't do this again. They shouldn't screw with each other's emotions like this… But damn he wanted her. The redhead sensed his reluctance to kiss her back and nipped at his lower lip, refusing to let him think better of his slip of kissing her shoulder a moment ago.
She hooked her hands under the hem of his dark sleeveless shirt and yanked it up as they kissed, letting her nails skid up his hard abs as she removed it. He groaned in his throat, wincing at the sensation of her nails biting at his skin, it was all it took to win him over. She threw his shirt aside and his mouth claimed hers again. The warning voice in his head was silenced for the moment and he matched the passion of her kiss and she unhooked her bra, tugging it off her front without breaking contact with him.
Clint felt her bare chest rub up against his and he tilted his head, leaning down to kiss and bite at her throat. Whatever they had been before and whatever they were to each other now, in this moment they simply needed each other. He justified letting this continue by telling himself maybe this time would be different, maybe she'd stick around afterwards and open up more to him.
Natasha was burning up from within, now that her body knew how much pleasure Clint could give her, her need for him was even more intense than it had been before when she had only imagined what it might be like to be with her partner. She pressed herself up against his frame, relishing the feeling of his heated skin against hers. Her hands slid down between them and she practically tore his pants off, unable to get him undressed fast enough. A deep, primal growl rumbled in Clint's chest as she stroked his length through his briefs, throbbing with want for her now. She trailed her lips along his jaw and down to bite at his corded neck. His skin was hot and salty from the sweat of the day. She didn't mind it, but at the same time the idea of him taking her in the shower… She got wetter just thinking about it. "Come with me," she murmured, taking his hand that was gripping her waist and leading him to her tiny bathroom that was really little more than a tiled closet.
Natasha turned the water on, looking back over her shoulder at him with a playful smile as she wriggled the rest of the way out of her catsuit, taking her panties off along with it. He followed suit with the last of his clothing and was immediately on her again, his erection thick and hard against her abdomen as they backed into the shower. Their lips met as the water streamed over their dust and sweat-covered bodies, rinsing away the day's grit and blood.
As much as Natasha was tempted by the thought of Clint pinning her to the shower wall, she didn't think the wounds on her back would enjoy it as much as the rest of her would. So the spy turned away from the archer, bracing her forearms on the shower wall and grinding her toned ass against Clint's hardness. He immediately took her unspoken invitation and pressed his lower half against her, mindful of her injuries as he placed bites and kisses across her neck and shoulders where her skin was undamaged.
Clint moaned against the back of her neck as he guided her hips back into him, thrusting himself deep inside her core. His mind went completely blank of any thoughts beyond how good it felt being connected with her. He whispered her name with a ragged breath, feeling her clamp around him and draw him further inside her.
Clint started out slow but quickly lost control of his rhythm, slamming into her hard and fast. The tension that had been building between them the past couple weeks had wound both agents so tight that it was impossible to stop or even slow down, at least not in this moment. One of Clint's callused hands swept up her slippery front to fondle her full breasts. He tweaked her hardened nipples, adding to her pleasure making her arch and buck against him.
"Oh God yes… You feel so good…" Natasha panted desperately, the archer's name falling from her lips over and over as she lost herself to the delicious sensations washing over her body. Her walls clenched around his throbbing length as she found her peak, she felt the hot bursts of him coming inside her and it fulfilled her on a level that was deeper than the physical whether she wanted it to or not.
Clint rolled his hips up into her until he was completely spent; leaning heavily over her in the wake of his climax, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. Natasha craned her head back to meet his lips in a tender kiss as he slipped out of her heat. It felt perfect to be with her like this, different than he'd ever felt with anyone and he wanted more. He'd always want more of her.
For a moment Natasha forgot herself and pressed her lips softly to Clint's. It felt like coming home, trembling and panting from her pleasure in her partner's arms, his warmth surrounding her as the water streamed over their bodies. The redhead had to force herself not stand there and keep kissing him out of simple tenderness, breaking their contact and dispelling the sweet moment by grabbing the shampoo so they could both do a little more thorough cleaning before getting out of the shower together.
When Natasha broke their kiss and offered him the bottle of soap the archer felt frustration well up inside him. It seemed she wasn't budging an inch, still unwilling to give him the smallest opportunity to get closer to her, to be sweet to her like he wanted. The second things got outside her comfort zone she pushed him away, not even allowing them a simple loving kiss as they came down from their shared high.
Still the sandy blonde agent kept a small smile on his face as he took the bottle from her, not wanting to show her the affect her dismissal had on him. For now he'd appreciate the great sex for what it was, applying his nearly limitless patience as a sniper waiting for a chance for what they had now to become something more.