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[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.”

[noburden]

"You're so close to the first," she tells him with a breathless laugh, reaching to touch his hand. "I'm afraid we've yet to discover my limit."

Which means no one else has, either.

[rosarianoath]

He takes her hand when she reaches for his, lacing his fingers tightly with her. Whatever her limit is, he's determined to be the one to find it. Determined to be the one worth finding it with.

He persists. He is relentless and hungry and he wants this for her, and himself too.

[noburden]

She holds his hand tightly, murmuring praises--she hopes he knows that he knows her like no other, that no one else can get her off so quickly, that just the mere thought of him can make her wet.

Her fingers squeeze his again when she comes and it's the only time her eyes close as her head rolls back, momentarily overwhelmed. Just this simple thing with him and she forgets to breathe.

[rosarianoath]

He catches his own breath while she revels and recovers, his cheek laid against her thigh. He chuckles.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. Puppy eyes out in full force.

[noburden]

She looks down at those big blue eyes and melts. He's in a good mood, and it makes her heart swell. Jill takes a few moments to admire him before she sits up and brushes his hair away from his face.

"I want to tie you up." Keep him for herself.

[rosarianoath]

He lets her run her fingers through her hair, idly spanning a palm up her thigh. Despite his raging hard-on, he feels calm, content. Soothed, maybe. He has her.

“I thought you were going to make me work for it.”

[noburden]

That hair doesn't exist to be tamed. Jill uses both hands to push through it, smoothing back stubborn black locks that return to where they wish as soon as her fingers move.

"I'm selfish. I want to kiss you and run my hands over your body now," she says, and there's a playful pout on her lips.

[rosarianoath]

“Then take your pleasure from having me at your will,” he says. “I want you to be selfish when you have me like this.”

[noburden]

"Will you undress for me, Clive?"

A very selfish request.

[rosarianoath]

He shifts back to rest on his heels, on the floor, chin still slick with her juices.

“Is that an order?”

[noburden]

Jill scoots to the edge of the bed. It's a nice view from this angle, and she bends down to kiss him, tongue shamelessly passing over his chin. She's helping.

"Take off your clothes." Now it's an order.

[rosarianoath]

He wants to reach up and cup her face and kiss her with gusto, but orders are orders, and he sets about unbuttoning the half of his shirt he’d bothered to do up this morning. She’s pretty, especially above him.

“Yes, my lady,” he murmurs, nose to nose with her, as he shrugs out of the shoulders.

[noburden]

The order might hold more sting if she didn't give in to the urge to brush her nose against his as she runs her hands over the curve of his shoulders.

"You grow more handsome with the years." Long gone are the soft curves of boyhood.

[rosarianoath]

He tosses the shirt aside, his broad shoulders rolling as he comes back to her for her next order.

“Enough to be seen in public with a beauty like you,” he says, mildly teasing — he’ll take the compliment, even if it doesn’t feel particularly true. He lifts his chin, almost coming close to a kiss, and then starts on his belt buckle.

[noburden]

"You're the one people look at, not me," Jill insists with a smile. She disappears next to him, be it because of his size or his face.

[rosarianoath]

“Nonsense,” he murmurs, pulling his belt from its keepers and dropping it aside. “And even if anyone bothered, I’d be looking at you.”

[noburden]

Her eyes trail the path of the belt. They'll need that, shortly, but she goes back to watching Clive.

"You've always been the most attractive man no matter where we are."

[rosarianoath]

“And you deserve the best,” he agrees, fingers moving to his fly next.

[noburden]

He says what he thinks she wants to hear. She watches him with a patient smile despite the bitter thought that if he truly believed it, they would be together. Not just like this, when lonely or longing for one another, but always.

"I have him," she agrees quietly.

[rosarianoath]

Clive smiles, too caught up in the moment to do anything else. His cock throbs behind his fly.

“And what would you have him do next?”

[noburden]

"Finish undressing and then present me your belt. In that order."

She can't help but return the smile. He's most handsome when he smiles.

[rosarianoath]

He nods and pulls away from her to get to his feet. Undressing is an affair undertaken with a sober efficiency far more suited to a military barrack than a strip club, but he trusts she knows what she wants out of it: the sight of him dropping his jeans to reveal the deep creases of his cum gutters, the root of his cock in a thatch of dark hair, the muscled tops of his thighs. He steps out of the jeans and tosses them aside with one foot. At full height, he looms over her, over six feet of muscle and scarred skin, his expression marking his eagerness to be following orders like these. His cock is at half-mast, bobbing.

He still has his socks on.