Clint kept up his delicious ministrations through her orgasm, drawing it out and carrying her through and knowing exactly when to slack off. When she finally fell limp he still stayed, softly stroking her skin, his breath playing across her sensitive lips and making her shiver.

Somewhere amongst it all she had dropped her hands to her sides and clenched the towel beneath her in her fists. Releasing her hands she smoothed it out before reaching down to run her fingers through Clint’s hair and scratch gently at the back of his neck.

“Best massage ever,” she said with a breathless chuckle, raising her head enough to look down at him still nestled between her legs. She could see her wetness on his chin and the dark, burning desire still evident in his eyes. He probably could have gotten himself off pretty easy with her, just a few hard strokes while she clenched around his fingers, but clearly he had held out. “You must be so hard, baby,” she cooed, pressing her fingers along each bump of his neck as far down his spine as she could reach without stretching or moving.