When she pressed herself tighter against him, Clint gave a satisfied, aroused grunt, catching the signal easily, and allowed himself to work her breast harder between his fingers. With her nipple expertly twisted and massaged between strong knuckles, he went back to lapping at her damp folds, play with the sensitive bundle of flesh and nerves on top with increasing pressure of his flat tongue.

For another sweet moment of intense sensation he dipped inside her body again, wound her up a little more with quickly swirling his tongue inside of her. Then he was right back at sucking her clit back between his lips, rubs and nibbles coming much quicker and harder now, in time with his fingertips working her just a tad too hard to challenge her.

All the while he hummed and moaned happily against her body, encouraged by her sounds of pleasure and the tight, nearly painful way she clutched down on his hair. His hand holding her tightened its grip when he felt her tremble, urging her to let herself fall, assuring her that he had her. Now and always.