"Good thing, I never have to go easy on you to make sure you'll win. Kind of like your choice of prize."

Clint's bantering turned into a series of soft sighs and moans with every word more. He knew, she would feel his pulse starting to race with every of her administrations and pressed against her harder, his hips falling into a lazy tight rhythm of rubbing against hers. Still on this side of harmless, no need to rush anything, but he just loved the thought that she was turning herself on pressing against him.

The shivers ran from his throat all the way down to the edge of his shirt now, the muscles in his neck tensing against the sweet warmth of her mouth, as he waited for her to show him how much strength she wanted to use on him this time.