Her voice when she spoke just about undid him. It was a bit of a struggle to remove the last bit of clothing in his current position, but he kept her distracted with lips and tongue and teeth, murmuring soft words here and there that were barely audible, barely intelligible.

Free of the final restriction Clint asked no more questions and gave up all notions of making her beg. He could feel her falling apart against him and that was enough, it was more than enough. They had both been waiting far too long, not just tonight but for years. It was long enough.

Without further preamble and in one swift stroke he entered her, filled her, buried himself as deep as he could.