Stopping wouldn't be an issue then. Clint was within arms reach of the bedside table for a condom, but before that he focused a little more on Kate. Over eager college boys tended not to bother with attention to detail, but Clint was a fairly focused guy, and details were kind of his thing.
Mouth dipping to Kate's breast, Clint took his time lavishing attention to each peak, while one hand slipped between Kate's spread thighs. It pulled him back from her grasp just a shade too much, but there was plenty of time for that later. As Clint's mouth and fingers sought to find just what got Kate writhing under him.