Chapter 13.
"Oh my God!" Jemma snatched the book and stuffed it hastily under the pillow behind her back. Clint had seen exactly what it was, though, and let out a guffaw of laughter. Jemma kneed him in the chest, making him move back, still laughing.
"Oh, stop it!" Jemma pulled off the gag and glared at him. "We all have our guilty pleasures, all right, mine is really crap old romance novels. Yours is apparently stalking girls you like!"
He suppressed the laughter successfully, though his eyes still glittered with mirth. "Only one girl, sweetheart. Honest. I've only ever stalked you."
"Really?" she forgot to be annoyed and embarrassed, with that sincere note in his voice. "Is that really true?"
He nodded, ducking his head almost shyly, sitting down beside her on the bed and tracing his fingers almost absently over her flat stomach. "Yeah. And technically I daresay you could call it stalking, though I certainly never intended you any harm. I just wanted to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were okay. Happy with your choices."
Jemma just melted. She put her hand over his, squeezing his fingers gently. "I'm very glad you decided to stalk me. And I'm very glad that my choices have led us here, right this moment." She brought his hand to her breast, giving him a mischievous smile. "Now put those magic hands to good use, Clint. And kiss me. I'd rather your tongue in my mouth keeping me quiet than that scarf."
There wasn't much he could do but obey, especially since his thought processes were thoroughly compromised with the way her breast felt under his hand. He brought his mouth down to hers, kissing her slowly, lingeringly, taking his time to find out what she liked, dancing a duel of tongues, pausing occasionally to let her catch her breath and listen to her soft moans as his fingers explored her breasts. She was sensitive, stiffening slightly with pain if he used too much pressure on her nipples. Soon, though, he discovered just what she liked and set to driving her absolutely crazy.
"Clint," Jemma moaned in the end, "please."
"Please what, sweetheart?" he'd slid down the bed and started using his mouth as well as his hands on her breasts. His body between her legs, elbows braced on the mattress keeping the majority of his weight off her while she ran her fingers through his hair.
"More. I want," she stopped to lick her lips, and then let out another little gasp as he used his teeth to very lightly bite at her nipple, "I want you to fuck me."
"I know you do, sweetheart." She'd been trying to grind her hips against him for the last several minutes, but her pelvis was pinned in place by his heavy ribcage. He'd sensed her increasing frustration, was just waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. "Not just yet. We've got all night. No hurry." Picking up the knotted scarf she'd discarded, he pressed it into her hands. "Here. You might yet need this." And he slid lower, looking up at her with a wicked grin as her eyes widened.
"Clint, I – ohhhh," she trailed off in a hissed sigh, and then to his amusement, lifted the scarf to her mouth and bit down on the knot. He kept watching her as he licked slowly, tracing his tongue delicately over her folds, taking his time to learn everything about her. She was wet already, dripping with honey, and he lapped thirstily, drinking her in, letting out soft little sounds of need of his own as her cries increased.
Jemma could feel it coming, feel the muscles of her core starting to tighten, and she bit down hard on the gag and keened as Clint suddenly drove a hard finger deep inside her, thrusting it in perfect time with his rhythmic sucking on her clit. Her back bowed, shoving her pelvis hard against his face, and he grasped her hip with his free hand and held her there, fingers and tongue never letting up as he prolonged her shattering climax expertly.
Eventually Jemma let out a moan and pushed feebly at his shoulder with her knee; he moved back, grinning, slipping his fingers out of her.
"You all right, sweetheart?"
"Umm," she mumbled, spitting the gag out again. "Give me a moment."
Gentle fingers stroked her stomach and thighs as he sat back on his heels, watching her. "You're so beautiful like this," Clint murmured. "I feel like the luckiest guy in the world."
Jemma smiled, her eyes still closed, soaking in the warm waves of pleasure still slowly rolling through her. "Well you're about to get even luckier." She scrabbled in a different hidden compartment and held out a condom packet, smiling at him.
Clint's eyes darkened as he took the foil square from her fingers and ripped it open. "What do you want, Jemma? Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Not this time," Jemma watched as he rolled the condom on, letting out a slight gasp. "All you've done so far is ask me what I want and give me a fantastic time. What do you want, Clint? I want to please you, too," she blushed a little shyly, but he looked unbelievably pleased that she'd asked.
"God, Jemma, you are just the perfect woman," he muttered, making her blush deepen, and then he reached for her. "Come ride me. I want to see those beautiful breasts bouncing in my face."
Clint lay back, pulling Jemma atop him. She came very willingly, her hands tracing over his shoulder and chest muscles admiringly, kissing him back eagerly when he reached for her mouth. She let out a little gasp as the blunt head of his cock butted at her opening, and Clint put one hand to her head, sliding his fingers into her hair, and held her still so he could keep kissing her, swallowing her cries as he pressed slowly up into her.
Jemma was almost delirious with pleasure by the time Clint was finally fully sheathed inside her, shuddering and moaning above him as he steadied her hips with his free hand. Her knees clamped tight to his sides and her back bowed again. "Please oh please oh please…" she gabbled against his throat.
"Yes," Clint groaned, going a little out of his mind as slick internal muscles gripped him tightly. "Oh, sweetheart, you're so tight."
"Please," Jemma sobbed, trying frantically to move, to thrust her hips against him. "Clint I need it, I need you, oh please…"
Realising how close she was, Clint let go his inhibitions and brought both hands to Jemma's hips, lifting her and then slamming her back down against him as he jerked his own hips up. She let out a small squeal and he kissed her, swallowing the sounds she let out as he drove her mercilessly onwards. Her short nails clawed at his shoulders as he pumped a little harder, and a guttural sound escaped Clint's throat.
He felt ridiculously good inside her, Jemma decided; she'd never experienced anything that remotely compared. And he certainly knew how to use what nature had blessed him with, tilting and grinding his hips against her in a motion that created an utterly exquisite friction. He kept kissing her too, hot and filthy, his tongue playing with hers.
She might be on top, but she certainly wasn't in control, Jemma realised, as Clint suddenly pulled his head back.
"That's it, sweetheart," he said huskily, "right there… oh, yes, come now, Jemma, now!"
She wasn't sure if he was just really good at judging how close to the edge she actually was, or if something in her body responded to the command, but she was indeed coming, spasms ripping through her, crying out against his hard, seeking mouth. And then vaguely, distantly, she heard Clint let out a low groan of her name as he jerked hard against her, his hands tightening on her hips not quite to the point of pain.
Clint groaned again and collapsed back, taking Jemma with him so she lay on his chest. She sighed contentedly and tucked her head under his chin. Her internal muscles still spasmed occasionally and every time, he would stiffen and let out a little gasp. One big hand came up to smooth over her hair, the other stroked her lower back gently.
"You okay, Jemma?" Clint asked softly eventually. She'd gone so limp and relaxed he was half-worried she might have fallen asleep astride him.
"Ummm," she sighed happily, nuzzling at his chest. "A lot better than just okay."
"Good." He kissed the top of her head. "You need to get off me for a minute so I can dispose of this rubber, sorry…"
Jemma sighed, but crawled off and flopped onto the bed face-first. A few moments later she felt Clint ease back down beside her, putting his arm over her, and she snuggled back up against him.
"This bed's pretty small," he said softly, "and while I can sleep anywhere, will I disturb your sleep if I stay with you?"
"Only in a good way," she tipped her head to smile up at him cheekily. He laughed quietly, putting his arms around her and pulling her head to lie on his chest. And then one hand dipped under the pillow.
"Shall I read you a bedtime story?"
Cheeks scalding, Jemma attempted to snatch the book from his grasp. "Don't! Oh, God, how embarrassing."
"I'd really never picked you for the Mills and Boon type," Clint said, amused, holding the book away from her flailing hand easily. "So – want to explain?"
Jemma sighed and gave up trying to grab the book. "They're easy. An opportunity to completely switch my brain off and not think for a little while. I read them when I'm trying to get to sleep and my brain is going a million miles an hour on some problem I'm trying to solve."
His face softened. "Ah, a cure for insomnia." He handed the book back. "Does it work for you?"
"Yes, actually, it's so mindless I'm usually asleep in fifteen minutes," Jemma admitted, putting the book back into the hidden panel. "The plots are always very contrived and the characters so brainless they put me right to sleep. Like talking to someone unbelievably boring."
"Maybe I should borrow one next time I can't get to sleep," Clint murmured, and Jemma put her arm across his chest and hugged him tightly.
"How about next time you can't get to sleep you just come and see me instead and I can wear you out?" she tried to purr it sexily, and decided she'd succeeded when he tipped her head back for a kiss.
"I will definitely take you up on that," Clint promised, smiling at Jemma's attempt at being a sex kitten. She sounded like a prim English librarian reading from a book. And if he wasn't already drained, he'd have been thoroughly turned on again. "Right now, get some sleep, beautiful girl."
Jemma cuddled closer against Clint's chest – he was delightfully warm. With the plane on the ground the air-conditioning was off and the New Mexico desert night was cold. But here in her tiny cubicle, they were warm and cozy as they drifted off to sleep curled tightly together.
Awwww, CUTE! They're so cute together! And steamy! Phew, it's definitely warm in here…