Another few thrusts and Natasha was in heaven. "Clint! Clint!" She moaned out his name, practically chanting it as she came. She was pressed against him, her tongue lapping against his neck, as her body started to calm down. She kissed his adam's apple, then sighed as she nuzzled his neck.
She lifted her hips, not caring that his seed was running down her thighs or onto him, and gave his neck one more kiss. "Oh Clint, mmmm... Come on, let me take that plug out, baby."