Birds and Cupcakes

Seven

You had never been a morning person. Brain always dragging heavily out of unconsciousness, you usually prefer to be left alone in the mornings; until you have at least one caffeine infusion in your body. So, you were never one for morning sex. 

Clint, however, was a big fan of morning sex. Over the course of the last four weeks, he was bringing you around to the whole concept. Perhaps the real reason you never liked morning sex was because you never felt satisfied after.  

Which was literally never a problem with Clint. The man seemed to be made for sex and since the two of you started exploring this new angle to your relationship, you had never once felt unsatisfied.  

Your eyes blinked open, your body already revving and needy as rough hands caressed over your skin. The moment he saw that your eyes were open, Clint was sliding down your body and diving under the covers. His heated breath hit you moments before his tongue swiped over you, the night's growth on his jaw and cheeks scratching against your thighs.  

Before long you're squirming, your breath catching as your body rushes towards release. Clint doesn't let up, his tongue and mouth sucking and licking over you as if you were the only meal that was left on the planet. Your hands dug into his hair, tugging on the soft strands even as your hips buck and jerk against him.  

He slipped two of his fingers inside of you as his mouth closed over your clit. Curling and stroking them over your sweet spot as he sucked on you. The climax erupted through you, everything snapping at once as your thighs clamped around his head. He didn't let up, working you through it until you were a shuddering panting mess as you came down. 

You lifted your head to catch him emerging from under the blankets with that smug satisfied look in his eyes. He drags his tongue up your body on his way back up, taking a detour to suck and nibble on your breasts. Once both nipples are hard pebbled peaks, he comes the rest of the way to your face.  

His thighs push yours apart and he slots himself between your legs as his head dips to kiss you. Automatically, you turn your head away. "Aw, Clint, no. I haven't brushed my teeth yet." 

Clint's teeth sink into your earlobe and tugged on it as he chuckled. "Baby, I don't care about that in the slightest."

"Maybe I do." You shoot back. He nips his teeth harder into your ear, which causes you to arch up against him on a long moan. 

"Kiss me baby," he murmurs into your ear as he tips your face back to his and presses his lips to yours. Wrapping your arms around his back, you sink into the kiss, opening for him when his tongue swipes against the seam of your lips. 

His tongue curled with yours, a humming deep in his chest as his hand wrapped around one of your thighs and he pressed slowly inside of you. Using shallow, teasing thrusts Clint rocks his hips so that with every forward thrust he sunk in just a little further.  

Your slicked your hands down his back, dragging your nails lightly down his skin until you reached his ass. Then you dug them in hard. He let out a low grunt as he jerked forward, burying himself inside you completely.  

"Impatient are we?" The question was tinted with the laugh in his throat as he pulled back and held himself right on the edge.  

"God, yes Clint, just fuck me already!" 

With a hard snap of his hips forward, he does just that. His mouth meets yours, kissing you until you both needed to come up for oxygen. Then his face presses against your neck as you wrap tighter around him, your hips canting up to meet his.  

"Come for me baby, wanna feel you coming all over me."  

His command, muttered and thick with the control he's keeping over himself, sets you off. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving small crescent shaped indents behind as you come. With a low curse, Clint follows you, his cock throbbing inside of you as he comes.