Clint let go off his hold on her carefully when her lust overpowered her and wrapped his arm around her back instead, giving her more room to ride his fingers, his body, the way she needed it most. With quiet, unintelligible encouragements whispered in her ear, he answered her movements with his own, enjoying every warm, smooth trickle of lust staining his skin, every clench of her muscles showing him how much she enjoyed it.

"Love it so much to see you like that", he groaned against her neck. "You feel how fucking hot that makes me?"

He rubbed the still very prominent bulge against her middle again after he had removed his hand carefully, to emphasize his words. Like the sweat dripping down his temples and neck wasn't enough, or the breathlessness in his voice.