Chapter 11: Trust Me

They pulled up to a gate and Clint got out. "Good morning, Mr. McCreedy," he greeted.

"Jeremy! Jeremy, my lad what are you doing here? We weren't expecting you for another three month!" the old caretaker greeted.

Natasha couldn't help but smirk at his other alias he had given the old man. "How has it been this year?" he asked.

"Quiet as always my boy," Mr. McCreedy replied.

"Good," he replied.

"I see you have a beautiful new lass in the car," the old man commented.

"That would be me new wife, Scarett, why don't you come out love?" Clint asked in his fake Irish accent.

Natasha got out of the car with a smile, getting Lily out of the back. "That wee one can't be little Lily," Mr. McCreedy insisted.

"That would be her," Clint replied.

Lily waved at the old man tiredly. "I guess you would like onto the property," the caretaker commented.

"We have come a long way, my friend, we are all tired and would like some rest," Clint replied.

"Come in, come in," the man insisted, opening the gate.

Clint drove the car onto the property when a dog started running out of the barn. "Lucky!" Clint said smiling, "How's it going, boy?!" He smiled as the dog started jumping up and down excitedly.

"This dog, I have to question whether or not you trained this dog to be a guard dog," the caretaker commented.

"Somewhat, me friend," Clint replied grinning.

After talking to the old man for a few more minutes, he left the property and they got their things inside. "Scarlett? Jeremy?" she asked.

"These are seriously just names I come up with on a whim," Clint replied, "It keeps me hidden."

Natasha smiled as she sat down on the master bed. "Is Lily asleep?" he asked.

"Yeah, poor thing she was tuckered out," she replied.

Nodding his head slowly, he put the money he brought into a safe in the corner, hiding everything important inside. Natasha was watching him. "Can I talk to you about we talked about in the hotel two days ago?" she asked. Clint glanced at her.

"I understand, because of the fact we were still in the middle of an adrenaline high…" he started to say.

"I still want to know," she answered.

She saw him shake his head slowly. "Natasha," he whispered.

"Why do you keep coming up with reasons not to? Don't you want me?" she asked.

Clint stared at her. "Am I too used and abused for you?" she asked, "Too tainted?"

"I just want you to want this for the right reasons, not because I saved your life," he answered.

"I want this, because I trust you," she told him.

Clint looked at her. "I told you I would show you when you want me as much as I want you," he answered.

"I want you," she whispered.

She walked over and moved her hands over his chest, pressing her lips to his. Clint kissed her back, his hand resting in the middle of her back. "Show me," she whispered. Clint pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"We will do this at my speed," he told her.

She nodded her head slowly as he reached down, undoing the belt on her jeans, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Undoing the button and zipper, he pushed the material down her long, shaped legs. He had her it on the bed, which immediately confused her. He started kissing up her left leg, sending chills up her spine as he placed open mouthed kisses along her smooth skin. Gripping her hips, he pulled her towards the edge of the bed as he moved his way up. He looped his fingers around the edge of her black, laced panties, pulling them down.

Tossing the flimsy material aside, he slide his hands up her legs, massing his thumbs into her thighs. She let out a shaky breath as he took one hand and he slid his thumb along her center. "What…" she started to say.

"Shh, don't talk, feel," he answered, "All you have to say is "stop" if you're not ready."

She nodded her head slowly as he continued to caress the area between her legs. She let out a small gasp, arching her hips a little with a moan as he moved his fingers up and down her. Then he did something that shocked her, he moved one of his finger inside her making her gasp and arch her hips. She reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt, but then he pulled his hand from her and grasped her wrists to stop her.

He saw her eyes glaze over in the way he knew, she was going into working mode. "Trust me," he whispered as he leaned forward, kissing her lips lightly. Natasha was surprised, feeling his lips press against hers. She started to slowly kiss him back, her arms going around his neck when he held her a little closer. She tasted like a fine wine, he could kiss her forever. He tilted her head back as he started placing kisses at the corners of her mouth, along her soft cheeks, and then he places gentle kisses on her eyelids as his hands caressed her smooth curves.

Natasha felt his lips start to move along her jaw and then down her neck. He stopped between at the space between her neck and shoulder, placing an open mouthed kiss there. He allowed his teeth to light drag against the skin and she felt her body shudder. Reaching up, he undid the buttons on the shirt she was wearing, letting the fabric fall to the bed. He moved his lips along her collarbone as her hands rested on his shoulders as his mouth moved to the tops of her creamy breasts. She had no idea what he was trying to accomplish, but for the first time she was enjoying herself.

He lifted her onto the bed a little more, moving her towards the middle. He was suddenly confused when she moved onto her knees, her back facing him. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Isn't this…" she started to say.

"This is about you, Nat," he answered.

She was confused by his words when he moved her back onto her back. He leaned forward, kissing her deeply as his hands continued their soft caresses. She moaned into his mouth suddenly when his rough hands touched her skin. She tilted her head back as he placed open mouthed kisses along her chest. He reached behind her and undid her bra, letting the black, lacy piece of material fall down her arms. He kissed along her flat stomach, his mouth moving along the light scars that littered her pale skin. His hot breath on her skin made her gasp softly when he moved up to her chest. He kissed between her breasts while his hands rested over her perfectly wide hips.

His fingers slid along the edge of her panties when he felt her tense up. "You trust me?" he whispered into her ear.

"Yes," she replied.

"Then trust that I won't hurt you," he whispered, "And I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

Her green eyes stared into his gray. "It just always hurt when HE did it," she said softly. Clint pressed a kiss to her jaw.

"That's because he never aroused you," he whispered, "When someone touches you in those intimate places, it should arouse you."

"I have no idea how that feels," she admitted.

Clint kissed her deeply. "Then let me show you," he whispered against her lips. He kissed her chin before he moved his way down. Natasha felt her heart rate go up when he kissed lower and lower.

"What…" she trailed off.

"Don't think, just feel," he answered against her skin.

He moved his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs over his shoulders when he moved his head between her thighs. What happened next made her cry out in surprise. She felt his tongue slide along her entrance, making her gasp again. He did it again and this time she felt heat begin to build in her core. She felt his tongue slide up and he pressed the tip of it against her clit. "Oh God," she moaned before she could stop herself.

Clint groaned hearing her get aroused and smirked a little when she grew wet around his tongue as he slid it inside her. She arched her hips, crying out from the intense feeling this gave her. He moved his tongue in and out of her, replicating what would be happening later. She felt a spring tighten inside her, making her eyes grow wide. "What's happening?" she whimpered. Instead of answering, he just stroked her faster with his tongue, using his thumb to press against her clit. Her breathing came out in pants as she gripped the blankets underneath her. "Clint…I…what…" she moaned, trying to find the words but she couldn't. She felt his fingers move in circles over her clit and her back arched. "I can't…I can't…" she whimpered trying to finish her sentences but nothing was working. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but she didn't want him to stop all at once. The fire going through her core was intense, something she had never felt in her life. She started writhing on the bed, trying to arch her hips away but he used his hands to hold them back down.

Clint didn't want her to run away from this, he wanted her to feel it to enjoy it. He knew she was by the sounds she was making, but he knew she had no idea what her body was doing. No one ever took the time to explain to her what a woman's body would do when going through such intense pleasure. She was told to give pleasure, never told on what to do when receiving it. "Clint…please…oh god please…" she whimpered. He nipped at her core and that was her undoing.

Natasha gripped the sheets under her, screaming as pleasure rocketed through her. It felt like fireworks went off at a constant, rapid pace. When it was finally over, she fell back on the bed gasping for air whimpering when she felt him place a final kiss to her center before moving up from between her thighs. "What the hell did you do to me?" she asked as he smirked down at her.

"That's what a relationship is, beautiful," he answered.

She was still gasping for air, she felt like she was floating right now. He suddenly took her hand in his and she gasped when he moved their hands between her thighs and she felt the wetness between her legs. "That's what arousal is," he told her. He pressed a kiss to her neck. "That's how it feels when a woman is receiving pleasure," he whispered as he kissed her ear, "That's how I want you to feel every time when we are together like this." He let her hand go as he removed his clothes.

"Shouldn't I be doing that?" she asked.

"No, this is your night," he answered.

He tilted her head up and kissed her deeply as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. Her arms moved around his back as his hands continued to explore every inch of her body. He moved her legs apart and slid in between her thighs. She was trying to move her hips to go onto her knees again when he stopped her. "Stop trying to get on your knees, you're not a bitch to be fucked," he told her. She stared at him as he stroked her jaw. "Nat, just let me look at you okay?" he asked.

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to see your face when I bring you to your peak again," he told her.

Her eyes stared at him with so many questions. "Again?" she asked.

"What you think we only come once and that's it?" he asked.

"Well…they have only come in me once, then I kill them or he pulls up his pants and leaves," she replied.

Clint kissed her softly. "Trust me baby, when it comes to lovemaking we can go as many times as we want as long as our stamina holds up," he assured her. He saw the tears in her eyes and he stroked them away. "You have been hurt for far too long, baby," he whispered, "You will never have to feel that alone ever again."

"And how can you keep that promise?" she asked.

Clint held her hand in his, pressing their hands to his heart. "Feel that?" he asked. She nodded her head slowly. "This is love, Nat, this is what it is, what you are feeling right now what's going on between us that's how it feels. Unconditional, unrelenting," he explained.

"Love is for children," she answered.

"If that's so, then let's be children together," he said softly, "Because I love you."

Hearing those words were her undoing as the tears she was desperately trying to hold back slid down her cheeks. He easily kissed them away, whispering sweet nothings to her. He brushed his nose along her jaw. "What I feel for you, words can never explain," he told her. He suddenly sat up, pulling her with him so she was straddling his lap. "Feel my heart, Natasha," he whispered. She pressed her hand against his chest, feeling his heart racing under her palm. "You are truly the only woman who ever made my heart do this, no one has ever made my heart beat this hard and this fast," he told her. Natasha swallowed against the lump in her throat and he buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. "Natasha…" he whispered huskily against her skin.

He held onto her hips, resting is forehead against her jaw as he slid her onto him. Natasha gasped, tensing slightly with the feeling of him stretching her out. It was almost painful that it brought tears to her eyes. His hand caressed her jaw and along her neck. He didn't start thrusting into her like a crazed animal. His lips caressed her shoulder to her neck while his hands moved along her sides to her back. She moved her hips and gasped as pleasure shot through her body again. "Oh…oh, Clint," she moaned.

"That's what I like to hear," he whispered into her ear.

Her body trembled against his as she started moving her hips up and down. He suddenly moved back so he was lying on his back, staring up at her. She immediately froze, what the hell was she supposed to do now? "Move, baby, do what you want," he told her. She stared at him as he held her hips in his hands. "Touch me, move over me, whatever you want," he insisted.

"I…" she trailed off.

"Do what you did before, only I'm down here now," he told her.

She wasn't sure if she could, she was worried about doing it wrong and he wouldn't reach his peak. He saw her eyes fill with fear at the idea of disappointing him. "Hey, hey, this is your turn, I am not one of them," he told her. She rested her hands on his chest, gasping as his hands pulled her hips a little more and she was completely on top of him. Natasha moaned in pleasure, her head tilted back when he reached inside her deeper than any other man ever reached. He was silent as he watched as she started moving her hips up and down on him. Her breathing started coming out in soft pants with each thrust of her hips. She gasped when her body's arousal surprised her again.

Clint watched her with a small smirk on his face. She moaned when she felt him grow even harder inside her which surprised her. She was about to stop when he moved her hips. "Don't stop," he told her. She rested her hands on his chest as she moved her hips over his again. Hearing his encouragements sent pleasure up her spine.

Natasha continued with moving her hips again and again, her eyes growing wide. "Clint," she whimpered, "It's happening again…"

"Don't stop," he answered, "Keep going baby, let it happen."

She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails biting into his skin. "I want you on me," she said suddenly. She tried to pull him up. He followed her lead, kissing her passionately once they were face to face again. "I want to feel you around me," she whispered as she caressed his cheek, "I need to feel all of you." His arms moved around her back and she could cry right then and there. She felt his strong arms hold her lovingly yet protectively.

He moved so she was lying back on the pillows, she was expecting him to pin her there but instead his hands moved along her arms before their fingers were entwined together. He kissed her hands softly as he moved them up above their heads their bodies thrusting together. She loved how it felt, how he was over her still kissing her and caressing her as their hips moved. The way their hands were locked together, moving together. His nose brushed against hers as she released one of his hands, moving up his arm as she kissed his lips lightly. "Come for me," he whispered against her lips. She felt the spring tightening and she cried out softly.

"Clint…" she whimpered.

"Natasha," he groaned.

Hearing her name spill from his lips brought more tears to her eyes. "Say my name again," she whimpered. She gripped his back tightly in her hands. "Say it again," she said almost begging softly.

"Natasha," he answered huskily.

Natasha arched her back, crying out softly. "Clint!" she called out to him as she came around him. He continued thrusting into her body despite the fact her walls were tightened around him. Feeling him move in her still brought her into another orgasm but this time he came with her. She felt the familiar warmth of his seed spilling inside her. Yet she didn't feel disgusted like the other times. Clint moved to the side and held her in his arms, his fingers caressing her cheek as she moved her fingers over his chest. "I want to feel that all the time," She commented making him chuckle.

"As many times as you want," He answered, kissing her lightly.

She kissed him back with a soft smile on her face.