Clint certainly didn't make her wait for more, doing exactly what she had hoped he would do. Now only the cover of her arms muffled an embarrassing keening sound from her lips. The things this man did with his tongue were probably forbidden in more than one country. Her muscles tightened up around the intrusion when it hit just the right spot, a hard shudder going through her, and again she was glad that he was holding her so tightly.
She tried to hold back, to let him play at his speed, but as soon as he put his hand on her, slicking her up with her own juices, that idea went out of the window. Soon enough she was circling her hips against his thumb and mouth, moaning in time with his perfectly aimed stimulations.
The heat from the fire only intensified what was already crawling under her skin, sweat glistening all the way down from her neck to her lower body. Her breasts swayed heavily with every fast breath, her nipples hard and sensitive just from how fucking much Clint turned her own.
She wanted to tell him, let him know how good he was with this and how crazy he was making her, but her speech was reduced to mostly his name and noises of pleasure by now. She thought the wetness answering his administrations was a pretty good indicator, though.
Much too fast she was much too turned on, shoved head first towards another orgasm this night, and unable to decide if she wanted it or rather had his mouth on her for a while longer. It wasn't like her body left her a say in it, not while Clint was working his magic on her. Already she could feel herself clenching hard around him and leaned her head back with a cry of pleasure, hips jerking helplessly from the pooling heat inside just waiting for a last push.
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Date: 2014-09-22 09:43 pm (UTC)She tried to hold back, to let him play at his speed, but as soon as he put his hand on her, slicking her up with her own juices, that idea went out of the window. Soon enough she was circling her hips against his thumb and mouth, moaning in time with his perfectly aimed stimulations.
The heat from the fire only intensified what was already crawling under her skin, sweat glistening all the way down from her neck to her lower body. Her breasts swayed heavily with every fast breath, her nipples hard and sensitive just from how fucking much Clint turned her own.
She wanted to tell him, let him know how good he was with this and how crazy he was making her, but her speech was reduced to mostly his name and noises of pleasure by now. She thought the wetness answering his administrations was a pretty good indicator, though.
Much too fast she was much too turned on, shoved head first towards another orgasm this night, and unable to decide if she wanted it or rather had his mouth on her for a while longer. It wasn't like her body left her a say in it, not while Clint was working his magic on her. Already she could feel herself clenching hard around him and leaned her head back with a cry of pleasure, hips jerking helplessly from the pooling heat inside just waiting for a last push.