His eyes flickered downward, watching her pale hand move over his cock. It was hard and thick and pulsing. He loved watching her touch him. Loved everything about this woman. Lifting his head, he cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple, watching it tighten and harden into a tight peak. Fuck, that made him swell. Clint slid his hands down the smooth expanse of her stomach, tracing the band of her boyshorts, letting his fingers dip just under the band, making their way downward as she continued to pump him.
Pulling her wrist away, he stole a kiss and pulled her towards the sofa, watching the light and shadow shift across her skin. There was something incredibly intoxicating about Alexandra Montgomery. The sheer beauty of her was overwhelming. He managed to have her in just her boyshorts by the time he got to the couch. Clint laid her down, grinning above her, happier than he could say that she was there. That she'd missed him as much as he'd been missing her.
Leaning forward, he traced his tongue along the edge of her panties, not quite ready to delve into that delicious center of hers. Tracing over her swollen nub, using her panties to apply a bit more friction. Sprinkling kisses along her naval, Clint's other hand moved upward, flicking her nipple, gently tugging. "So glad you came," he murmured, nuzzling her stomach."