Clint watched her, pupils wide with desire. He wanted that woman more than anything. She was his and that was so fucking amazing. Her small hands moved expertly over her own body and he swelled inside of her. The tickling sensation of her hair on his thighs had him nearly shivering in response. Fuck, she was beautiful. There was something about watching a woman touch herself that was so incredibly erotic. The gorgeous curves... the soft breasts... her full lips. It was all sensual and utterly captivating. His finger lightly caressed her clit, watching her hands move over the hard peaks of her breast. Perfect, delicate, pink nipples just longing to be tasted. He couldn't quite help himself. Letting his tongue dart out, he flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue, watching it tighten more.
"Perfect," he murmured, hands sliding to her hips as she rode him. His eyes flicked downward, watching his cock slide in out of her perfect pussy. "God," he groaned, letting his thumb find her clit, pressing and teasing the hard bud. "I love you." And he did. More than he could say. His sole purpose in life was to make this woman happy. It was something he didn't want to fail at. He wanted her forever. With him. By his side. Supporting him. Supporting her. She was his. He wanted that.
As her hips moved, he pulled her closer, wanting all of her pressed to him. He caught her face between his hands, lips moving softly over hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. In this moment, he'd never felt more connected to another human being and as his hips moved with hers, he shifted the, laying her gently against the couch, hooking his arm under her knee, his pace slow and tender.
"Marry me," he murmured, leaning down, brushing his lips to her cheek. "Be mine. Forever. Be us forever."