Her nails along his scalp, her tongue against his ear... jesus, she was undoing him. It really had been far too long, and when she leaned back to present her body to him like that he couldn’t help another involuntary sound of pleasure.
Slowly he ran his hands back up her thighs and over her hips, loving the contrast of her smooth, creamy skin under his rough, tanned hands. Over her ribs his fingers dance, worshipping every part of her, but before he could reach his prize she touched a finger to his lips, drawing his gaze back to meet hers. The expression he was met with was staggering.
Clint had wondered if he was the only one who felt as he did; if it was only him that had given up on anyone else, only him that waited until they were together again instead of dealing with the dissatisfaction of a one night stand. The look in her eyes proved otherwise, even without the words. She waited for him too, this was just as exclusive for her as it was for him.
His heart was hammering as he softly kissed her fingertip before drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently. His eyes never left hers, not when he gave that finger a little nip, nor when he dropped it. Only when he leaned in to kiss her did he finally break the gaze.
He couldn’t find the words to say it back, not even as simple as “me too”, so he tried to pour everything into that kiss, tried to let her know with his mouth when he kissed her before trailing his lips down over her jaw, her neck, before finally reaching her breasts. Flicking his tongue over one pert nipple he drew it into his mouth while his hand treated the other, cupping her soft mounds and rubbing his thumb over her nipple. She was his, as much as she could be anyone’s but her own, and he wanted to claim every inch of her body just as he wanted to be entirely possessed by her.
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Date: 2014-09-14 04:02 pm (UTC)Slowly he ran his hands back up her thighs and over her hips, loving the contrast of her smooth, creamy skin under his rough, tanned hands. Over her ribs his fingers dance, worshipping every part of her, but before he could reach his prize she touched a finger to his lips, drawing his gaze back to meet hers. The expression he was met with was staggering.
Clint had wondered if he was the only one who felt as he did; if it was only him that had given up on anyone else, only him that waited until they were together again instead of dealing with the dissatisfaction of a one night stand. The look in her eyes proved otherwise, even without the words. She waited for him too, this was just as exclusive for her as it was for him.
His heart was hammering as he softly kissed her fingertip before drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently. His eyes never left hers, not when he gave that finger a little nip, nor when he dropped it. Only when he leaned in to kiss her did he finally break the gaze.
He couldn’t find the words to say it back, not even as simple as “me too”, so he tried to pour everything into that kiss, tried to let her know with his mouth when he kissed her before trailing his lips down over her jaw, her neck, before finally reaching her breasts. Flicking his tongue over one pert nipple he drew it into his mouth while his hand treated the other, cupping her soft mounds and rubbing his thumb over her nipple. She was his, as much as she could be anyone’s but her own, and he wanted to claim every inch of her body just as he wanted to be entirely possessed by her.