The mood was so heavy, so intense, that Clint thought the weight of it might crush him. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and her eyes held him in an unbreakable gaze, not that he wanted to break free.
He thought he could stay like this forever, sheathed in her warmth and lost in her eyes, but slowly he began to move in short thrusts, barely pulling out before pushing in again.
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Date: 2014-09-23 09:19 pm (UTC)He thought he could stay like this forever, sheathed in her warmth and lost in her eyes, but slowly he began to move in short thrusts, barely pulling out before pushing in again.