Now sooner had she laid back down before Clint was wrapping himself around her, erasing every bit of distance between them. He held her close, tight, so she couldn’t move but the last thing she felt right then was trapped. She wanted to be there, wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted to feel as close to him as she possibly could.

She swallowed his moan, her tongue battling with his a moment longer before she broke away. Lowering her head back to his chest, she slid her body down his until their hips were even and she could feel him hard against her, right where she wanted him. Burying her face in his chest, she shifted her hips to slide her slit along the length of him, letting out a little moan herself against his skin.