"I'm running out of ideas here, red. Sure you don't want to use your words?"

There was a dark, provocative timbre in Clint's voice, just enough to let her know he wasn't ready to give up yet, lightened by the smile on his lips. Just for a moment he looked up at her like that with one eyebrow raised before he brought his mouth to her other nipple. Teeth gently grazing, tongue flickering the hardened bud back and forth he aimed to have her writhe underneath him, while he massaged her soft flesh between strong fingers.

His other hand was touching her nowhere that purposeful, fingers still sliding only lightly over her wetness or occasionally dipping inside, without a real rhythm. Just as idly he started brushing her clit with his thumb, completely ignoring the rhythm of her hips pressing against him. On the other hand he made perfect use of the leverage she offered him with her leg tensing and rubbed against her unashamed, moaning and trembling with growing temptation.

"Could get used to this..."