"Planning things out has done us pretty well so far," Clint replies, grinning. He kisses her, this time licking into her mouth immediately while he undoes the clasp of her bra. Now that he knows where this is going, he's much more self assured in his actions, taking the lead easily.
He has to lift Daisy off of him so that he can get to her pants, but he's not ready for that yet. He'd just gotten her topless, and she deserves to be admired. She's absolutely gorgeous, and her tits are perfect. He brings his hands up to cup them, runs his fingers over her soft skin and then starts kissing down her neck.
He presses her back against the couch when he has his fill, tugging off her pants and then proving that he hadn't been exaggerating about how good he is with his mouth.
He's not wrong — about any of it. Planning has gone very well for them, and he is very good with his mouth. She makes sure he knows just how good he is by vocalizing her appreciation of his skill, first with words and then with completely meaningless sounds. One of her hands holds tightly to the couch cushion beneath her while the other grasps at his head, his shoulder, his hand, whatever she can reach first until the next wave of pleasure inches her closer.
It doesn't take long, whether because of his skill or just how long it's been since she had someone else in control of her pleasure. She can't fully let go, not without risking some property damage in the process, but she comes damn close to saying fuck it and buying him a new couch. The orgasm still crashes through her like a tidal wave, but she's a little more grounded than she'd like to be, breathing heavily while everything within her shakes and the rest of the world remains still.
"Goddamn, Clint," she breathes, anything more eloquent beyond her each at that precise moment.
Looking up at her from between her legs, Clint just grins. He might be a little cocky about how good he'd just made her feel. "Yeah?" he asks before reaching for his tossed shirt and wiping his face off on it, not knowing if she'd appreciate being kissed right away or not yet. Now that he's cleaned up a bit, he kisses up her body and then presses their lips together. So far, this night is going very well.
Clint gets his arms around Daisy in a loose hold and peppers kisses over her shoulder. "I think we mentioned something about a bed?" he says. He loves his couch, but it's not really even big enough for him alone, and it's even more crowded with two people in it. "Not that there's any rush to getting there. I don't mind kissing you some more."
His touch is like a balm for her soul, smoothing over a few of the more ragged edges and proving that not everything in her life has to hurt. She returns his kisses with her own to the side of his head while her hands roam languidly over his back.
"Mmm..." she murmurs, slowly forming more coherent thoughts as the warm glow dissipates and her mind starts working again. "Let's move the kissfest upstairs. It feels kind of like we're trying to make out in the back of a car with how much room there is on this couch."
Not that it's a bad couch. She will forever have very fond memories of this couch. But a bed would be so much more spacious, and she'd have better access to return the delightful attention she's been shown.
"In my defense, it's a good couch for one person. Maybe not a person that's 6'3'' but, you know," Clint teases. He kisses her once more, briefly and then rolls off of her onto his feet. He's still wearing his pants, so for the sake of fairness, he strips out of them and kicks them to the side. Reaching out his hand to help Daisy up, he says, "shall we?"
On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
Yeah, the climbing stairs naked part feels a bit weird, but she figures that most things will the first time. If they have a repeat performance (and she certainly hopes they do), then everything will probably be easier and less awkward. For now, she just goes with it, following him up and smiling at what she finds. It's not the typical gross bachelor pad and she appreciates that.
"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
"Thanks, but I really can't take credit for that. As much as Luara and I didn't work out, she's a great mom." He is definitely over the breakup; it's been quite a few years now. It's good that neither of them are holding onto a relationship that was never going to work, because now they're very good at communicating and co-parenting. Laura's even remarried now, and Clint gets along great with her new wife.
He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."
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He has to lift Daisy off of him so that he can get to her pants, but he's not ready for that yet. He'd just gotten her topless, and she deserves to be admired. She's absolutely gorgeous, and her tits are perfect. He brings his hands up to cup them, runs his fingers over her soft skin and then starts kissing down her neck.
He presses her back against the couch when he has his fill, tugging off her pants and then proving that he hadn't been exaggerating about how good he is with his mouth.
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It doesn't take long, whether because of his skill or just how long it's been since she had someone else in control of her pleasure. She can't fully let go, not without risking some property damage in the process, but she comes damn close to saying fuck it and buying him a new couch. The orgasm still crashes through her like a tidal wave, but she's a little more grounded than she'd like to be, breathing heavily while everything within her shakes and the rest of the world remains still.
"Goddamn, Clint," she breathes, anything more eloquent beyond her each at that precise moment.
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Clint gets his arms around Daisy in a loose hold and peppers kisses over her shoulder. "I think we mentioned something about a bed?" he says. He loves his couch, but it's not really even big enough for him alone, and it's even more crowded with two people in it. "Not that there's any rush to getting there. I don't mind kissing you some more."
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"Mmm..." she murmurs, slowly forming more coherent thoughts as the warm glow dissipates and her mind starts working again. "Let's move the kissfest upstairs. It feels kind of like we're trying to make out in the back of a car with how much room there is on this couch."
Not that it's a bad couch. She will forever have very fond memories of this couch. But a bed would be so much more spacious, and she'd have better access to return the delightful attention she's been shown.
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On the way to the ladder leading up to the loft area, Clint grabs them each a bottle of water and then leads her up. It's always a little weird, climbing up naked with someone behind him, but Clint decides to just roll with it. Once upstairs, Clint moves aside to let Daisy through. The loft itself is very small and the bedroom isn't huge by any means. His bed is held up on palettes only a couple inches from the floor and there's a weight set in the corner. In lieu of a headboard, Clint has a bit of a gallery wall full of photos of his kids, Kate and Lucky. Between the windows is a bow. The bed isn't made but the sheets smell fresh and it looks inviting.
"Better?" he asks while cracking open his water.
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"Much," she assures him before crossing the space to settle on the bed, choosing the side that doesn't have the usual signs of a person's frequent use. She opens her bottle as well, taking a sip while she studies the photos on the wall. After a moment, she tells him softly, "Your family is beautiful."
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He slides into his side of the bed and drinks about half of his bottle of water before setting it aside. Turning on his side to face her, Clint draws his hand up her side over her hip. "Where were we?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "I believe I promised to get you off again. And if I didn't, I'm promising it now."