Her whole body was already slick with sweat and her skin felt like it was on fire beneath the heavy sweater she still wore, the material rough against her sensitive nipples as she pushed herself against his chest. She could feel the tube buried deep inside her now, and Clint pressing hard against her stomach, straining for release. His kisses started out playful but it was hard to reply in kind when she wanted to devour him, to steal the very breath from his lungs as her own breaths grew shorter. Soon enough they picked up a rhythm, the kisses deeper until it became too hard for either of them to breathe. She rested her forehead against his shoulder instead, her nails digging into his back under his shirt as he drove the tube into her and pulled it out again at a staggering pace that had her gasping and moaning and more than ready for the next step, the final step.
She let out a whimper when he finally removed the tube, and a sigh when his fingers took its place again. It was too much, too slow, too torturous, and when he finally said he needed her, completely and fully, her whole body tingled. Scratching her nails lightly down his back she pushed the band of his pants down over one hip before slipping her hand inside to wrap around his cock, giving the base a squeeze.
“Then take me,” she said, her voice husky and confident and filled with want.
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Date: 2013-10-27 02:30 pm (UTC)From:She let out a whimper when he finally removed the tube, and a sigh when his fingers took its place again. It was too much, too slow, too torturous, and when he finally said he needed her, completely and fully, her whole body tingled. Scratching her nails lightly down his back she pushed the band of his pants down over one hip before slipping her hand inside to wrap around his cock, giving the base a squeeze.
“Then take me,” she said, her voice husky and confident and filled with want.