Page 15 of Capturing Clint

“I need a condom.”

Chrissy shook her head as she breathlessly said, “Pill.” He eyed her as she added, “Menstrual regulation.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I do.”

He hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed as she laughed into his neck before suckling. As he laid her back, positioning between her legs, she wrapped them around his backside, bringing their hips together. His cock brushed against her dripping pussy and she lifted her hips in invitation.

“Now, Clint. I need you now.”

With that, he fisted his own erection and drove into her, solidifying his own need. Both cried out as he seated himself fully, pulsing inside her body as she squeezed him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. He held himself still, and all Chrissy wanted was movement. When she tried to lift her hips, Clint held her steady, pressing his pelvis into her while he brought a hand to her sternum. “Not yet. Just let me enjoy this before it’s over too quickly.” His voice was thick with emotion as his eyes bored into her.

She gave a slight nod as she ran her nails across his muscled chest, squeezing her internal muscles around him, enjoying the feel of his length filling her. Running a foot down his leg, she felt him shake with his need, his control extraordinary at not taking what he wanted. And Chrissy knew he wanted her as he pulsed inside her before slowly, ever so slowly rotating his hips with the start of themovement.

Their gazes held one another as he withdrew to the tip then inch by glorious inch filled her again, rubbing against her clit. Chrissy rose up to grind on him as her hands found purchaseagainsthis shoulders. She kneaded the muscle, loving his strength—the pure maleness of him.

Clint leaned in to kiss her, long and sensuously while he gave tiny thrusts of his hips. When he drew back and rose above her, his pace increased, and she met him with every demanding thrust of her own.

“You feel so damn perfect,” he said.

“So do you,” she countered.

“I want you to come hard for me.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Say it. Tell me you wanna come hard.”

“I want to come hard for you, Clint. I want to come harder than I’ve ever come before.”

His eyes took on a darker look as he thrust deeper, putting just the right amount of pressure on both her clit and some foreign spot within that no one had ever touched.

“Have you had many lovers, Chrissy?” he ground out. She could only shake her head as he continued. “Because you can forget all about them. I’m going to make sure you know only me.”

“Only you, Clint.”

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come and squeeze me tight.” He pumped faster, harder, as sweat laced his brow and every inch where they were skin on skin.

His words induced a carnal force within Chrissy, wanting so much to please him. Wanting so much pleasure for herself as well. She reached between their bodies to finger her clit, her nails scratching his cock as he fed it to her body. Over and over again. Rubbing furiously, she felt the rise, the nearing of her orgasm as Clint chased his own. Their grunts and groans were interspersed with gasps as jolts of pleasure shocked their systems.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Itfeelit. I feel you,” he ground out.

“Yes. Feel me,” Chrissy said.

Clint roared as his body jerked, slamming one more time, deep inside her as he came. Hard. Chrissy was relentless as she continued to rub her clit. When she finally exploded, her pussy convulsed around his cock as he coated her insides with the product of his endless climax.

Finally, his body collapsed and she welcomed his weight by wrapping her arms around his back. She tightened her legs around his ass, clinging to him. His arms circled her shoulders as his hands framed her head, threadingthroughher hair to gently massage her scalp. He nuzzled her neck with kisses, causing her to squeal and her skin suddenly became chilled.

She ran her nails across his back to dig into his ass, now causing him to yelp. He rose slightly, his face hovering above hers. As his eyes zeroed in on her lips, she wasted no time in lifting herself to meet his tempting mouth. She conducted a thorough explorationwithher tongue, delighting in his moans of pleasure.

After the kiss went on for a few more moments, Clint pulled back. “You’re too good to be true,” he spoke against her lips.

“No,I’m not. I’m just a woman who finally got to love you.” Chrissy brought her hands around to frame his face when he tried to pull away. “Don’t, Clint. Don’t distance yourself now.”

“I’m … not.”

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