God. The way she pressed against him and the way she made him feel? It was fucking out of control He groaned when he heard her start talking, his cock swelling larger at her words. Fuck. That was sexy. The way her folds moved against him was killing him. But this was Clint and torturing her and getting her to squirm under him was one of his favorite past times. His fingers trailed up her thighs, hooking behind her knee, letting her ankle rest against his shoulder. His lips tugged her nipple once more before he leaned back, staring down at her, eyes devouring the site before him.
"Do I?" he asked, voice low, nearly growling with frustration. He took his cock in hand, sliding the tip just inside, teasing her and himself. He pushed in, just a bit more before he pulled out, stroking himself, watching her move under him. Fuck. He was so bloody in love with her. It was like once he'd said it, there was nothing else he wanted to say. He wanted her. He wanted to make babies with her. To be with her forever.
"Tell me what else you want," he murmured, rubbing his cock against her clit, feeling exceptionally dirty tonight. He leaned down, lips capturing hers, sliding an arm under her back and bringing her up as he leaned back on his knees, letting her legs spread around him, sliding her downward, letting her stretch around him. A low, guttural groan escaped him, the pressure around him causing him to swell to an achingly hard point.