“Always,” she muttered, the word barely audible. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, she trusted him entirely with everything she had and everything she was.

Shifting one hand down to grip his shoulder, she draped her knee over his other one, her fingers tightening in his hair as she steadied herself. Of course Clint was there to help her, his strong hands holding her firmly. She could feel his breath on her most sensitive skin, and could already feel herself softening and growing wet, but thankfully he didn’t keep her waiting, and that first abrupt lick had her shivering and sucking in a breath. She really should have sat down for this, but she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, the idea of which made her even hotter.

“Oh god...” she moaned when he started thrusting into her, his face buried hard against her so she could feel his own moaning reverberating through her. “I love it when you fuck me with your tongue,” she breathed, fingernails digging into his shoulder slightly. “You’re so good with your mouth.”