"Oh, yes," I said, and leaned into his exploring mouth.
He stood up, then. My legs were dangling off the edge of the bed, and he unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them insistently down to reveal my underwear, and then my thighs. I helpfully kicked them off.
He knelt by the bed, pulling me to the edge, and began placing light, teasing kisses up one of my thighs, starting at the knee.
I giggled and kicked as it tickled, but soon my noises turned into little sighs of pleasure.
Looking down at him was hot. He was completely focused on my body, intent look on his face, his hands roaming gently over my thighs and belly, touching me as though I were made of glass, but something he he couldn't live without feeling.
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He hesitated before pulling off my last remaining scrap of clothing, meeting and holding my eyes with his own. It wasn't until I nodded that he reached down and stripped me bare before him.
Clint's eyes continued to capture mine for a few scorching seconds before he dropped his gaze to my bare body spread before him.
Watching his eyes darken with lust was one of the hottest things I'd seen all year.
He placed his big hands on my thighs and spread them apart. I willingly opened for him, and he continued the trail of teasing kisses up my legs.
I thought that he was going to touch me then, to go to town on the hidden places between my legs, but he, apparently, had other plans. I could feel his breath warm and maddening on my flesh, but he seemed content to reach up and tease my nipples again.
I squirmed in pleasure and impatience as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, occasionally tugging one or the other.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"How could I not?" I gasped.
He grinned up at me and suddenly thrust his tongue between my folds and licked up from my hole to my clit.
I just about levitated off the bed. It felt wonderful, but it was shocking. Totally unexpected. How could I even react to something like that? I thought he was going to touch me for a minute and then claim me, I was prepared for his heavy body on mine and his shaft breaching my entrance, not for a sudden onslaught of pleasure directly to my clit.
It was a little like getting shocked with a jolt of electricity - but in a good way.
Before I could recover, he did it again, and again, long licks. Only his hands holding down my hips kept me on the bed.
I didn't realize that I was making little gasping, mewling noises until I heard myself utter a particularly loud gasp as I bucked up towards his mouth.
"Easy, now," he said, pulling briefly away from his current project of driving me out of my mind with lust.
I said nothing, only groaned and tried to hold my body still. I couldn't help the trembling in my arms and legs, though. I had wanted Clint's touch for so long, been aching for his body against mine, that now that I had him in the flesh, I didn't know if I could cope with it.
One of his hands slid off of my hip. The other pressed me more firmly down into the mattress, pinning me at his mercy. I shut my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his other hand, sliding down around my thigh between my legs.
Clint’s clever tongue kept teasing slow little circles around my clit as his fingers found their way, finally, to my entrance.
“This all right?” he asked me, with one broad finger pressed gently against my entrance, not yet sliding inside, merely hovering, waiting, showing me what he could do.
In answer, I bucked my hips up towards him. He laughed and pulled back, not letting me succeed at getting him inside me.
He chuckled, and I felt the warm exhale of breath against the most sensitive parts of my body. Was he going to drive me mad? I may have been halfway there already.
Finally, Clint's finger slid up from my entrance to the little nub of pleasure he'd been teasing with his tongue. It was easy going, I was soaking wet and ready for him.
Slowly, achingly slowly, it slid back down and made a tiny circle around my entrance before breaching me.
He returned his tongue to my clit as he slipped a single finger inside me, making me roll my eyes and rock my hips with impatience.
This was what I had been craving since the day I met Clint. My body was made as the other half to his, and it cried out to be joined again. I needed to become one with him, with this beautiful man who was strong and gentle and cared for me.