If it was a dream, it was a bloody good one. She hadn't felt this at ease all week. There was just something about being with Clint that made everything else less important. Whether they were exploring each other or just lounging, she was relaxed and comfortable. He need not worry for she didn't intend to be anywhere else. He could open and close his eyes as many times as he wanted, she was still going to be there. Lifting her hips to allow the fabric to slip over her skin, shifting her legs to settle on either side of him as he tossed the bit of lace aside.
She shivered as his lips found her neck, the slow press of his lips driving her crazy. She loved when he paid attention to her neck. She couldn't explain it, it just made her heart race. It wasn't long, however, before they were moving further down to further tease her. Each brush of his tongue and tug of his teeth had her wanting him more and more. The feel of him pressed against her, was almost too much.
A small flush brushed her cheeks at his appreciation, as it always did. She just couldn't help it and, Merlin, did she try. She couldn't help the little burst of pleasure that moved through her when he told her she was beautiful. She didn't really care about what people classified as beautiful. She was her own person and would never attempt to live up to it, but having Clint tell her so was the equivalent of him saying he loved her despite her many flaws.
Moaning softly at the stimulation, she shifted beneath him, her body stretched out beneath him as she lifted an arm to drape over the arm rest her head was resting against. Unlike Clint, Lexi wasn't normally a talker, but she felt she could indulge him just this once ... at least a little. "I want you so badly," she groaned softly, lifting her hips to press him against her and unable to ignore the truth of it, "You feel so good inside of me," she breathed. She was, by no means, an expert, but she felt she could get by if she needed to. She supposed it wasn't so much what she said, but how she said it and the desire was there in every syllable.