Chapter eleven

The moment the front door closes behind them, he drops his bags and his mouth is on hers again. Natasha groans at the surprised contact. Clint kisses her passionately. His hands move over her bare belly to the strings that keep her bikini top together. He takes a second to look at her for approval. Suddenly feeling nervous of going too soon, too fast. She nods once and feels the strings of her top loosen. They keep their eyes locked as Clint removes the small part of fabric from her chest. He leans in to kiss her again and while they kiss one of his hands moves to her breast. Softly kneading, teasing her nipple with his thumb.

'Ah', she breathes as he kisses her neck again. If she wasn't wet already from their actions by the lake, she sure as hell is now. 'Take me upstairs'.

'Gladly', he answers before taking her hand and they move up the stairs. As soon as they reach the top they start kissing each other feverishly again. Clint slides his hand under her ass and lifts her with ease. Without resistance she wraps her legs around his waist. Natasha sucks on his earlobe as he walks towards her bedroom. Clint lays her down on her bed, removes his own swim short before going back over to her. She only gets a glimpse of his naked form before he hovers over her again. He takes a moment to really look at her. He can see she's feeling a bit nervous as well. He lets his eyes roam over her body before locking eyes with her again.

'What?' she asks softly.

'You're so gorgeous', he replies before kissing her again. She lets her hands slide along his back, slowly descending to his, now naked, ass. He groans into her mouth as she squeezes softly. He lets go of her lips and sits on his knees, his hands on the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Clint runs his finger along the edge before pulling them down her thighs. Natasha watches him as he removes her remaining piece of clothing. Finally seeing him completely naked. She's seen his bare chest before but seeing him, all of him, is a completely new and arousing sight. She loves the way how strongly built he is, due to the heat there's a slight layer of sweat on his skin, making his muscles even more pronounced. As her eyes move down she looks at the part of him she hasn't seen before. Below his abs, his cock is already completely hard and erect. She longs to touch him but as she reaches out her hand he stops her.

'Patience, Nat', he says as he moves back over her. He brings his mouth down to her chest and starts to suck on one of her nipples. Her reaction is immediate, her back arching off the bed in pleasure. He flicks his tongue over the hard peak before swirling it around. Natasha's body feels overheated from Clint's ministrations. Making her moan loudly. She's so caught up in what he's doing with his tongue, she didn't notice how one of his hands slipped down her belly to the part where she wants him most. She jerks her hips as he touches her folds.

'So wet', he whispers in her ear as he slides his fingers up and down her wet heat, careful to not touch her clit just yet.

'Fuck, Clint, get on with it already!', she yells impatiently. He laughs wickedly.

'Here?', he teases as he brushes his finger over her clit.

'Ah, yes', she moans. He slides his fingers around her clit at a slow pace, keeping her on edge. Testing the waters to see what she reacts to. Every now and then one of his fingers teases her entrance. Her hips buck in the rhythm of his movements.

'Faster', she breathes, feeling a burn deep down in her lower belly. Clint sits up a little before finally sliding a finger inside her. She gasps at the pleasure. His thumb moves around her clit and his finger is slowly pumping in and out of her. After a few pumps he can tell he's hit the right spot within her. Clint can feel her hips starting to move faster, desperate for more. Just the sight of her, enjoying what he does to her, on the edge of orgasm would be enough to get him off as well. Deciding he teased her enough, he starts moving his fingers faster. She moans out loud immediately.

'Come for me, Tasha', he whispers before sucking on her nipple again. He can feel her vaginal walls start to flutter, signaling she's close. One hard stroke on her clit is enough to send her off. She gasps and moans in pleasure. He sits back up, watching her as she rides the waves of her orgasm. He doesn't think he's ever seen anything more arousing. He moves his fingers at a slower pace, gently bringing her down from her orgasm.

'Hi', he says softly as he leans over her again, his face inches from hers. She opens her eyes and smiles a little.

'Hmm', she hums and sighs. Clint laughs a little and kisses her softly. He yelps when he suddenly feels himself falling on his back. Natasha hooked her leg with his and pushed him over, now hovering over him. She smiles wickedly at him. He moves her hair out of her face with one hand. Natasha leans down and kisses his neck, slowly drawing circles around a particularly sensitive spot with her tongue. Her right hand slides down and takes hold of his painfully hard cock. She can't help but moan into his neck at the feel of him in her hand.

'Fuck, Tash', he groans as she starting to pump him. Her hand sliding up and down slowly. She kisses him on the lips, immediately parting his lips with her tongue. The kiss is heated and messy. His hand finds one of her breasts again and she's pumping him faster.

'Uh, stop', he takes hold of her hand to stop her movements. Just by the look in his eyes she knows it's not because he isn't enjoying it. Clint wraps his arms tightly around her and rolls them over.

'Okay?' he asks softly. She takes hold of his penis and lines him up at her entrance. It's all the encouragement he needs and he slowly pushes in. Stopping for a moment when she hisses in discomfort. After a few seconds she encourages him to go in further. With a nudge from her legs around his waist he slides in further until he's all the way inside of her.

'You good, Tasha?' he asks as he sees his face contort in discomfort.

'Yeah, just need a minute', she answers softly. He can feel her trying to relax her pelvic muscles.

'Just relax, it's just you and me', he whispers in her ear before planting kisses all over her neck and chest. Clint feels the moment where she relaxes enough and slides out a little before sliding back in. He watches her face as he does just to make sure he's not hurting her. After a few strokes her face shows nothing but pleasure, encouraging him to move faster. Within seconds they find a rhythm that's pleasing for the both of them. Clint can already feel the pressure in his balls starting to increase. Natasha's breathing soon turns into moaning and he knows they both won't take long.

'Tell me you're close', he groans as it's getting harder to keep a steady rhythm. She hums and nods.

'So close', she moans. They look each other in the eye and Clint's movements become more erratic. Within a few more strokes she orgasms around his penis. Triggering his own orgasm. They both moan each other's names before they come down from their orgasm. His arms give out and he lays on top of her catching his breath. Natasha's running her fingers through his hair as she's slowing down her breathing. After a few minutes he lifts up his head to look at her. There's a soft smile on her lips but her eyes seem watery. One tear slides down her cheeks as she blinks. He kisses it away.

'Why the tears?'

'I don't know', she answers softly. He moves off of her and lies down next to her on his side. She turns on her side as well, facing him. Clint gently strokes her hair in comfort. Every now and then her breath hitches while a few traitorous tears slide down her face. He knows her well enough to know she really doesn't know why she's suddenly so emotional. He can only guess she's finally relaxed enough for her body to release some of the tension it's been holding back.