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[rosarianoath]

“I would readily believe you have that power,” he murmurs, his bangs brushing her collarbone. He shifts his weight back onto his knees, freeing his other hand to join in feeling her up. “What would you have me say to you?”

[noburden]

She looks up at him, smile a little dreamy as he touches her without hesitation. She only guides his second hand over her ribs and to her other breast, cupping it. It's only fair.

"Whatever is on your mind," she tells him. "Your day, your plans for tomorrow. And perhaps you'd agree to sleep beside me if I asked nicely."

[rosarianoath]

He gropes her firmly, a thumb swiping over her nipple. His palms engulf her modest breasts, and then he brushes the hem down to expose a dark nipple.

“I want to sleep inside you tonight.”

[noburden]

The words go right between her legs. Jill breathes out, amused, and gently pulls on his arms in a silent request for a kiss.

"So closely together we lose where you begin and I end."

[rosarianoath]

“Inseparable,” he says, a thread of possessiveness on his voice. He follows her tug, laying atop her in the process, meeting her lips in a hard kiss.

[noburden]

His tone makes her purr beneath him, a leg hooking behind his as she kisses him. Inseparable. Her tongue just barely teases her mouth before she turns her face as if she needs to breathe, hand lifting to his scarred cheek.

"Is that what you'd like? To always be together, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

Hadn't he come up those stairs earlier in the evening with reunion in mind? Fear flits through him. This could ruin everything. Bravery — and the desire to feel her hand like this always — compels him forward.

“I’ve always wanted it,” he says. He rocks his body weight against her, driving his groin against hers. “As a boy, as a lost soul, as a man facing oblivion…”

[noburden]

As a man stuck in time. Has anything really changed since December?

"It's my fate to be by your side. It's why we keep finding one another," she tells him, legs parting wider so she can fit his groin better to hers.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, a barely restrained thing against her cheek. The widening space between her legs lets him press right up against her, the denim fly of his jeans and the bulge behind it thick against the thin fabric of her nightdress.

“I need you…”

[noburden]

Music to her ears. The pressure of his arousal between her legs feels good, but hearing those words feels so much better. Best she give voice to the concerns rolling around in the back of her mind.

"I don't want you to feel used," she murmurs. "I don't want you to feel like this is all you're good for, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

He pulls back from her just to grab a pillow, take her under the knees, and lift her. He shoves the pillow under her hips and looks at her, thoughtlessly licking his lips.

“I am here of my own volition, am I not?”

[noburden]

"You are," she says with a soft laugh. He moves her so effortlessly. "And I'm so happy that you are. My best nights are the ones spent with you."

[rosarianoath]

“Let this be one of the best ones, then,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee as he takes the hem of her shirt nightgown in hand.

[noburden]

"Oh, he's eager to be tied up," Jill says, and because she rather this nightgown not suffer the same fate as its predecessor, she tugs the bottom up to expose herself to him.

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles, the rumble in his chest warm as he looks down at her bared pussy. He doesn’t hesitate to touch her, cupping her with one broad palm and stroking her gently.

“For you,” he promises, as he sinks to his knees, just off the bed.

[noburden]

Every part of her body fits so well into his hands. She smiles at him before looking up, towards the headboard, and reaching up to grab another pillow. It gets tucked under her head so she can better see over her propped hips.

"You're handsome," she tells him, "Even when you aren't between my legs."

[rosarianoath]

His broad shoulders spread her thighs wide, and he briefly leans his scarred cheek against her thigh as he kisses the flesh there. He runs his fingers along her lips.

“If it was only between your legs, I’d just have to spend more time there.”

[noburden]

"Don't make me take back what I said," she teases. "Or perhaps I can just say you are most handsome when between my legs."

No bias of course. She thinks he's handsome even when he's in a poor mood or in sore need of a bath. And perhaps it's not just when betwen her legs: it's when he's focused.

[rosarianoath]

He hums his agreement, both hands finding a place on her thighs before pressing a kiss to her mons. He sets upon her with a slow and gentle lick. Focused is easy when he’s been gearing himself up for this all evening. The interruption has just ratcheted that eagerness up.

[noburden]

She hums herself when she feels his tongue, warm and wet.

"I have something for you, later. Don't let me forget."

Tonight's reminded her of it.

[rosarianoath]

He’s busy with her cunt, the tang on his tongue and the softness of her flesh, though he does spare a brief thought that he hasn’t earned it.

Instead, he murmurs slyly with a brief look up: “Is it rope?”

[noburden]

She'd argue he's well on his way, her body already so relaxed she wouldn't be able to see him if she hadn't had the forethought to prop up her head.

As it is, when she makes eye contact with him, she laughs.

"No. But it is something binding," she tells him. "I forget the details of things when your mouth is on me, I'm afraid."

[rosarianoath]

“Let’s put it from your mind for the time being, then,” he says. Unburden her from needing to think at all. He smiles, which feels unexpected to him, and sets upon his task with enthusiasm —- his grip on her tight, his tongue hungry.

[noburden]

The smile makes all the difference. A few months ago, she thinks the events of the night would leave him too irritated to carry on, let alone with such pleasure. Maybe some things have improved despite her telling herself he hasn't changed much.

Thinking is soon too difficult with his face between her legs and his tongue putting in the work. But she thinks he hardly needs to try very hard to have her breathing hitch and her body squirm, though she tries to remain patient rather than beg for more. But maybe not that patient.

"How many times do you intend for me to finish tonight?" She asks with a laugh. Important information.

[rosarianoath]

He can’t count, not this wrapped up with the heady scent of her and her wetness on his mouth. He settles on a brief:

“The most you’ll take, less one.”