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Post by barton on Nov 16, 2009 16:18:43 GMT
“Mmm?” His response to her saying his name was slightly muffled as he continued to rain kissed down the length of her neck, his hands running down the length of her spine gently. Like any good marksman, once he was focused on a target few things could alter his concentration. It was perhaps his greatest strength and greatest weakness in many regards, but when it came to the bedroom... Well, he personally didn’t see the problem with a little bit of focused concentration. Of course at her question he just had to pull himself away from his ‘work’, never one to leave an opening for a remark like that unused. “Well, call me old fashioned...” He trailed off and shivered once more, his spine twisting slightly as she licked his nipple and sent a tingling, but pleasant, chill running across his body. “...But I think I’ll go with the whole screaming my name, just seems to be a bit more conclusive.”
“Well, variety is the spice of life...” Clint’s hands slid further down her spine, curling at the base of her back to grasp her finely shaped rear in his palms, his eyes locking on to hers and sparkling mischievously. “...And I, Miss Montoya, am all for a little bit of spice in my life.”
“That’s a good question...” He paused and pulled away, smirking slightly once and once more locked his blue eyes on her brown ones. “...I mean, could you say no to this face? It’s just too damn adorable, which I can tell you, although judging by your own visage you probably know this oh too well, but it’s both a...” He trailed off, tightening his grip slightly on her and dropping his voice to a whisper as he kissed her deeply once more. “...Blessing...” His voice fell to an even lower whisper, letting it take on a husky tone as he leant in to nip her ear lightly. “...And a curse...”
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Post by Nymph on Nov 16, 2009 21:47:24 GMT
The kisses along her neck were bad enough, in a good way, add the caress along her back and Nymph was having a hell of a lot of trouble concentrating. Clint had a way of making her feel like she was his one and only when they were together. Much like she would make her clients feel. Oh she knew it wasn’t true but he was the only man who had ever really paid attention to detail and knew what buttons to push to make her squirm. Peyton grinned in reaction to his reaction when she licked his nipple and turned her head to lick the other one. Her tongue lay flat and the lick was extremely slow. ”Mmm… I like screaming your name.” She kissed her way back up to his mouth and traced his bottom lip with her tongue before it slipped in to say hello to his. Her hands fluttered down his sides until they rested on his hips. The man was beyond walking sex he was a walking freaking orgasm.
Peyton has had countless sexual encounters all varying in degree of sexy. But no one, no one has ever been erotic with her except for the man she was with right now. She’s fucked, she’s had sex, she’s even sort of made love, but never had she truly been able to steam up a room better than she could with Clint. The woman gave him a slow wink. ”I’m a Latina, Mr. Barton… You won’t get anything spicier than me.” She grinned and nibbled along his neck to his ear and whispered. ”Not only can I keep up with you, but I can make tacos.” She chuckled low and husky as she bit down on his earlobe, not enough to hurt but enough to let him know she was there.
Brown eyes were locked onto blue and she gave him a slow smile. ”Baby, I couldn’t say no. Not only is your face and body hot enough to melt the sun, but you are a walking orgasm just waiting to happen.” Peyton had no arguments and kissed him back just as deeply her finger nails lightly running up and down his back. When he went to her ear and his voice dropped she lost her control just a bit and her body shuddered. Swear to all that is erotic the girl just had an orgasm.
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Post by barton on Nov 30, 2009 12:31:45 GMT
He shuddered once more as she slowly, not to mention sensually, licked his other nipple. His breath becoming ragged for a few seconds before he reined it back under control, expending no small effort in the process. She definitely knew how to press his buttons that was for sure, then again she was always exceedingly good at ‘revving his engine’. “Funny, I was just thinking that I like you screaming my name too...” He trailed off and paused to answer her tongue’s greeting, breaking off with a few gentle nips before finishing his sentence. “...Must be providence, don’t you think?”
To Clint his sessions with Peyton was more than just a simple “wham bam, thank you ma’am” kind of deal, rather a way to unwind and fully express his playful nature in a sitting that didn’t require any commitments or left the other party expecting more than he could give. That wasn’t to say it was just sex, well, mind shattering sex to be precise, for the SHIELD agent, he really did enjoy her company as well... It was just the opportunity to fully bring this side of him to the bedroom and not have to deal with the complications of a relationship to go with it... Well, that was well worth any price tag. “Tacos? Why do you think I keep you around, hon?” He kissed her softly where the jawbone met the ear as she nibbled on his earlobe, his tone teasing and playful. “Can’t think of any other reason...”
He had to smirk at the pungent aroma of her sex filling the air, leaning his head closer and resting it on the side of her shoulder. “Hey, hey, no fair! Starting without me, hon? What am I going to do with you, eh?” Despite his banter, Clint had literally to hold back his urge to make her his then and there, only being held back by his underlying desire to make the most of his time with the woman in his arms. He did however move further in, grinding softly against her as he tried to rein the urge in once more and failed. What had started as playful teasing was quickly turning into torture for the man, and Clint had to bite back the urge to whimper softly.
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Post by Nymph on Nov 30, 2009 14:22:20 GMT
A smirk touched the woman’s lips as she got him to shudder again. Peyton was rather enjoying the fact that she had nearly as much affect on him as he did on her. Well face it she knew she affected him just as much he just had better control. Once more she found herself making a mental wager on how long it would take before she could shatter him as effectively as he shatters her. Each time varied normally, depending on the type of mission he had, what he was feeling, what he was wanting. Sometimes she could do it quickly if he was extremely pent up and just got out of some sort of fight. But then there were times like this when he held back and was being stubborn just to see who made who crack first. She always lost, never had the willpower to stand up to him when he was like this. ”Nah, we just know each other that well in this situation. It’s very much mutually beneficial me screaming your name. Let’s us both know you know what you are doing.” She smirked and winked at him before kissing him again.
Barton was one of two in long list of men that could make her believe in the fairytales. It was one of many things she adored about him since it helped keep her from becoming too jaded. If she ever lost that wonder and that romanticism she’d be nothing more than a common street whore and she knew it. Clint let her hold onto that in a very grown up sort of way and in her way she loved him for it. Peyton adored how playful and fun he could be when they were together it was so much more enjoyable than most, alright nearly all. A low chuckle escaped when he said he only kept her around for her tacos. She whimpered at the kiss and to pay him back for the comment she reached down between then and stroked him gently. ”I just keep you around to clean the gutters. Can’t think of any other reason…” She smirked as she licked the outer shell of his ear before nipping at his ear lobe. Again the urge to mark him was strong but she fought it back. The hand that was stroking him fully wrapped around him and she started to tend to him properly.
”That… was… a… first…” Her voice came out slightly stilted and she was panting. It wasn’t a major orgasm but it was one none the less. Her head turned and she looked him slightly in shock that it happened just off of him talking to her. She really couldn’t form any coherent words because just then he decided to be a bastard and she whimpered as her body arched to meet him. She loved the games and the foreplay, really she did but now she was getting to the point of begging and minor hysteria from the need she was feeling for him. Her normally chocolate brown eyes were jet black, he was one of two that could get them to do that, with her desire for him. ”Clint…” There was a bit of begging and a hint of that hysteria as she whimpered his name. She was going to be a mess of nerves and probably orgasm hard off the first thrust. The bastard was going to win again.
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