Highschool (Teen/Adult)

Clint muscles tense as he comes shortly after her, panting into her shoulder. It just got better and better.

Natasha smiles, resting her hand on his chest, closing her eyes. Drawing invisible patterns on his chest.

She smiles and catches her breath. She had a feeling she would be unable to walk without limping after this.

He smiles and holds her gently.

Clint carefully pulls out, laying beside her, still breathing quite heavily, his muscles still flexed.

Natasha rests her chin on his shoulder, big green eyes looking up to him. "Wanna try for round 3?" She asks with a teasing smirk.

She curdles up to him.

He nods and smirks, kissing her.

Clint wraps his arms around her. "I love you." He whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Natasha smirks, kissing him back, her hands sliding down his chest.

"I love you too." She whispers, kissing him softly and passionately.

He moans into the kiss, holding her hips.

Clint smiles, kissing her back, just as passionately.

Natasha moves to sit in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she continues to kiss him. Only wearing her panties and his shirt. Her long, toned legs were either side of his waist.

She smiles and shuts her eyes.

He holds her ass as he kisses her.

Clint smiles, holding her close.

Natasha lets out a light moan, pressing her chest against against his.

She smiles and soon drifts off to sleep.

he smirks and kisses her neck.

Clint slowly runs his hand slowly up and down her arm, getting up to use the bathroom, sliding on his boxers and jeans. He decides to use the main bathroom instead of hers.

Natasha moans, biting her bottom lip, grinding her hips against his.

He groans, holding her hips tighter.

"Come on," Natasha moans, almost needingly. "I want you.. something, of you inside me." She breathes against his ear, grinding more against him.

He smirks and reaches inside her pantries, slipping a finger inside of her. "Better?"

Natasha moans, her full lips forming the perfect 'o', nodding, shamefully grinding against his hand, moaning into his neck.

He added another finger, slowly pumping them.

Natasha moans loudly, her walls clench and relax around his fingers. "Oh.." She moans.

He adds a third, pumping them quicker.

Natasha lets out a scream, her body almost literally shaking from the pleasure. "Oh, Michael." She moans, her accent laced through her words.

He begins to rub her clit with his thumb as he pumps, kissing her neck.

Natasha finally came, calling his name, spilling out over his hand, breathing heard against his neck.

He pulls them out and cleans them off, smirking.

Natasha is slumped against his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"You taste amazing." He whispers.

Natasha moans lightly. "Any left?" She murmurs.