Finding a good rhythm, one to build up, to draw it out, but one that satisfied on the way there was fairly easy. With Kate arching up to meet him, Clint shifted to maximise the friction she'd feel from each movement, dipping to darken the mark on her throat while he encouraged her into the movements with a hand on her hip.
That whole analogy about sex being like riding a bike wasn't too far off. It'd been a while sure, but just getting into the motion of things was fairly easy, picking it up and bodies moving like a well played out dance.