She tried to focus on the fact that she was bloody engaged. To Clint, no less. But her thoughts scattered with each deep thrust, the desire and pleasure overwhelming everything else. It was just the two of them and an ocean of pleasure and love pressing down on her right then. He drove her absolutely crazy in the best possible way.
Her release was there, just out of reach. The pressure of his thumb on her clit never quite pushing her far enough; taunting her with a need she could barely handle. She whimpered, under the sheer need for release, her own hand slipping between them and settling over Clint's larger one, adding more pressure. Her hips pressed into their combined touch and it was like a dam had burst, sending her orgasm crashing over her.
Her body tightened around him; walls clamping down, legs tightening around him as she rode out her release. The fell of him continuing to move inside of her, searching for his own release, drew her own out. Her heart was pounding and as some of the fog started to clear she realized, fully, what had just happened. She was engaged to Clint. Bloody hell.
"Yours," she whispered, still trying to catch her breath as she responded to his murmurs. "Completely."