“Mm, keep doing that and I’ll show you just how happy you make me.”
I kissed his skin again. “That a promise?”
Softly, deftly, I planted kisses against his skin. He pulled me away from the wall, carrying me into the living room as he made his way for the couch. I kissed up his pulse point, nibbling against his earlobe as I let my hands wander underneath the collar of his shirt, feeling his muscles rolling underneath that taut skin of his. He held me closely, his hands cupping my thighs tightly. He was back. My Clint. The old Clint. The strong, dexterous, confident Clint.
A new lease on life.
“You’re mine.”
The growl that left his lips made my eyes roll back. He dropped me to the couch, shedding his jacket and his shirt before falling to my body. I slid my hands down his back, memorizing the way his muscles rippled. My fingertips rumbled over their edges and fell into their divots. It was as if his body had been carved just for me. I molded to him, filling his empty spots as my legs spread for him. His tongue invaded my mouth. Pushed its way through as his hands shoved my shirt up. Ready, and waiting, to feel me.
“I. Need. You. Rae.”
His kisses punctuated his words as he helped me lean up. Off came my shirt. And with a snap of his fingers, off came my bra. He groaned as it slid down my arms, casting itself off to the side like magic. I heard him toe his boots off as he laid me back down, the cushions catching my soft descent as his hands roamed my body. I arched and rolled against him. His lips kissed down my neck, causing goosebumps along my arms. The valley of my breasts welcomed his lips. My nipples stood up and applauded him as he journeyed his way down. I moaned for him. Groaned out his name. Bucked against him as the heat between my legs grew to searing temperatures.
“Clint, please. Now.”
Off came my pants. My panties. My socks. My body, bared for him. Ready for his carnal taking. I watched his eyes roam over me. He stood up, hovering over me as his lean, chiseled abs came into view. The rings around them called to my eyes. My fingertips burned with a need to touch them. Clint grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs around until my back sat against the couch cushions.
Then he dropped to his knees.
“Clint, you don’t—fuck!”
He hummed between my legs as he nibbled my thighs. He bit down into them, tasting them and raking his teeth across my dollops of excess. I spread myself for him, wanting nothing more than for him to devour me. And as I ran my hands through his hair, he kissed closer to where I wanted him. Lapped his tongue over where I needed him. Teased me relentlessly. Until I was a panting, sweating mess.
“I can’t. Clint, you have t—oh!”
“Trust me, I’ll get there, gorgeous.”
His tongue sank into me and my eyes screwed shut. With every lick, I bucked against him. With every massage of his hands against my thighs, I rocked steadily against his lips. I shook uncontrollably, my legs giving way over his shoulders. My heels pressed into his muscles. I felt the whole of his body pulsating for my pleasure, and mine alone. My body ebbed endlessly, surging with electricity as it short-circuited my mind. All I knew was Clint. All I felt was Clint. All I smelled—and all I wanted to taste—was Clint.
“Yes. Yes. So clo—Cli—I—you—right there. Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t—stooo-ah!”
My body contracted as he threw me over the edge. His tongue pressed deeply, releasing me to the wolves as I plummeted through the stars. The world around me tilted. I felt things shifting and twirling in on themselves. My body contorted, trying to get away from the pleasurable assault as Clint fixed his grip around my legs. He pulled me closer, even as I tried backing away. Sweat dripped down the nape of my neck as my hands curled tightly into his hair. Nails raked across his scalp. His growls rattled my ribcage. I bucked wildly, losing all control of my body as he catapulted me to the heavens.
And as I crash-landed back against the couch, he rushed up my body.
“Now, I can take what I want.”
His words made me weak in my knees as his lips fell against mine. I tasted myself on him, and it shut the rest of my body down. I was his, forever. For as long as he wanted. I’d weather any issue. Any trial. Any tribulation, just to keep him at my side. I had to have him now. There was no stopping for a movie. The only thing that mattered was being with Clint, in this moment.
“You’re perfect, you know that?”
I whispered the words so softly I wasn’t sure he’d heard me. But when he pulled back and gazed into my eyes, I knew. I knew he’d heard. He grinned down at me with that insolent little smirk of his, but his eyes twinkled like wildfire. He looked happy. Proud. Content. Satisfied. All the things he deserved to be.
And I wanted to make sure he experienced nothing else.
I helped him get his pants off. His boxers. His socks. Then, when the two of us were bared for one another, he slipped between my legs. I felt him press into me, our eyes never wavering. My jaw unhinged as grunts fell from his lips. But he didn’t falter. He sank into me, my body swallowing him whole. I clung to him, my legs locking and my hands curling into the meat of his back. We fell to the couch cushions as he began pumping into me. In and out. With such a rhythmic pattern it left me breathless.
“Clint. Oh, yes. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you. I’m so—so happy for—”
“Fucking hell, Rae. You’re marvelous.”
Our kisses grew sloppy. Our movements grew desperate. The couch moved with our efforts, scraping along the carpet as our bodies collided. The world faded away. Time and space had no existence between us. There was only me, Clint, and the loving look in his eye as he plunged deeper into my body.
Robbing both of us of our words.
He hooked his arms behind my legs, folding me in half. My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure, and I felt that coil tightening in my gut. He drove faster. Harder. Imprinting my body into the couch as our tongues intertwined. I swallowed his growls, matching them with my whimpers. My moans. My sighs of ecstasy. My heart beat for him. My body shook for him. I needed him, more than I’d ever needed anyone in my entire life. Tears of happiness sprang to my eyes as that coil tightened. As his body raked against my swollen nub. As his girth pressed against the whole of me, muting my world with the fire he pushed through my veins.