Very obedient. Jill feels his urge to reach for her, and that makes this sweeter. He wants to touch her so quickly.
Jill lets go of his cock to pull away, and as she steps back, she can't resist the urge to give his ass a smack. It hardly stings, just enough to make a noise, and she breaks character immediately with a laugh because it's that unlike her. Grabs? Sure. Smacks? A little more crude.
Clive can't help but turn to look at her, curiosity switching to surprise in a snap when she swats him. His smile is baffled.
"Dare I ask where you picked up that," he says, as though she's been going to the sex clubs lining various district streets, but off he goes to the bed. "How do you want me?"
She doesn't hit hard enough to do more than amuse him, and without the element of surprise, it's even more amusing. He rolls over, using his shoulders to drag himself roughly into the centre of the bed.
Every breath he draws has his chest expanding, his abdomen taut under the rise of his ribs. He gazes down at her comfortably, shifting his thighs to make space for her. Oh, he guesses.
"I do." She wants to watch him watch her. Jill decides it's a good opportunity to tease him, and so she gives the bottom of his cock a slow lick with the flat of her tongue.
And then she's crawling up his body, sliding against him.
She only stops when her clothed breasts are right over his face. It's a good place to pause to reach for a pillow above him. "One pillow should be enough."
A soft gasp pops out of him when her tongue swipes over his skin, and by time she makes her way up to him, he’s prepared to do anything for her. He ducks his head forward. It’s a feat, with his arms where they are, but he lifts himself enough for her to slide the pillow under.
As he does, his spine curves enough to change the angle of his pelvis, and it brushes the head of his cock against the draping silk of her nightdress, leant over him.
She lets her weight sag onto him. It's the only way she can manage both a kiss to his head. That done, she rolls her body against him, humming at the hardness of his cock trapped between them.
“Jill,” he breathes against her neck, tilting his chin up so he can nuzzle the bridge of his nose against the column of her throat. He wonders how wet she still is, how tight she might feel around him for it. He presses his feet against the bed to push up against her.
"What is it, Clive?" She thinks she has an idea, but she likes to hear it. She drops a kiss on the bridge of his nose before she pushes herself down his body, pausing at his neck.
"You are very impatient," she says, warmth in her voice. His neck gets one more kiss before she moves back down his body between his thighs once more. She rewards his impatience with no hesitation on her part, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
As she pushes her hair back with one hand, she looks up to make sure he's watching.
He is watching. He’s impatient, too; with his wrists only superficially bound, there is nothing stopping him from reaching for her. Only a desire to keep to her orders keeps his hands where they are.
“A bold accusation, considering the circumstances…”
But he’s in her mouth.
He groans, long and low. Tries not to think about where this confidence comes from — but he thinks it’s always been there, and he hasn’t always appreciated it.
Jill is determined to keep her eyes on his as she sucks him off. He likes impulsive. He likes not having to think. She can give him that, she thinks. Her tongue lavishes him, and she enjoys every moment.
Yet she abruptly stops when she feels him reach the point of impossibly hard.
"Not yet," she warns. "Keep in control of yourself, Clive."
The intensity is like nothing else, her mouth is warm and wet, and her attention focused. She stops and he just stares at her, a wildness behind his eyes and a white-knuckle grip on the headboard.
“Not until you give permission,” he rasps, but Founder if that isn’t a hard thing to stick to. He shifts a leg, pressing the side of his calf into her, like he could bully her onward. “I promise…”
That leg gets a kiss to its inner thigh, her eyes full of mischief. She's already made it clear she likes him desperate. Like this, she doubts he can think about anything else.
"I think I can assist you," she says, and once more she's abandoning his cock to move up his body.
Except she stops, and very carefully maneuvers so that when she straddles his hips, she's facing away from him. There's a glance over her shoulder before she scoots again, enough that she can easily reach his cock--and now her cunt is right in his face.
"I know you find pleasure in pleasuring me," she says. Why not get the best of both worlds?
She presents herself to him and he’s immediately nosing his way along the seam of her lips, ready to be smothered right there if it means suffocating with her taste on his tongue. He laps at her immediately, eyes rolling up with a groan. Yes, my lady.
Not being able to see him isn't her favorite, but she cherishes knowing (and feeling) how much he enjoys eating her out like a starved man. It spurs her on, lips and tongue tighter, bobs of her head deeper.
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Jill lets go of his cock to pull away, and as she steps back, she can't resist the urge to give his ass a smack. It hardly stings, just enough to make a noise, and she breaks character immediately with a laugh because it's that unlike her. Grabs? Sure. Smacks? A little more crude.
"Sorry," she says, amused. "On the bed with you."
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"Dare I ask where you picked up that," he says, as though she's been going to the sex clubs lining various district streets, but off he goes to the bed. "How do you want me?"
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"On your back. Middle of the bed," she tells him. "Was the slap too much?"
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She swats at his ass again, with one more laugh.
"Quickly, now."
Before she just ends up chasing him around the house trying to smack his bottom.
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"Bossy," he remarks. He likes that, too.
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"You like it when I tell you what to do. To jump, and how high."
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“And how hard, and how fast, and for how long…”
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Then she makes a spot for herself between his legs. He can likely guess where this is going.
"You always try your best."
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“Sometimes it’s even enough,” he remarks.
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"Would you like a pillow under your head?" So that he can comfortably watch.
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“Ah,” he says, testing his range of motion. He could ignore any strain. “Do you want me to watch?”
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And then she's crawling up his body, sliding against him.
She only stops when her clothed breasts are right over his face. It's a good place to pause to reach for a pillow above him. "One pillow should be enough."
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As he does, his spine curves enough to change the angle of his pelvis, and it brushes the head of his cock against the draping silk of her nightdress, leant over him.
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“Take anything you want from me,” he murmurs.
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As she pushes her hair back with one hand, she looks up to make sure he's watching.
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“A bold accusation, considering the circumstances…”
But he’s in her mouth.
He groans, long and low. Tries not to think about where this confidence comes from — but he thinks it’s always been there, and he hasn’t always appreciated it.
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Yet she abruptly stops when she feels him reach the point of impossibly hard.
"Not yet," she warns. "Keep in control of yourself, Clive."
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“Not until you give permission,” he rasps, but Founder if that isn’t a hard thing to stick to. He shifts a leg, pressing the side of his calf into her, like he could bully her onward. “I promise…”
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"I think I can assist you," she says, and once more she's abandoning his cock to move up his body.
Except she stops, and very carefully maneuvers so that when she straddles his hips, she's facing away from him. There's a glance over her shoulder before she scoots again, enough that she can easily reach his cock--and now her cunt is right in his face.
"I know you find pleasure in pleasuring me," she says. Why not get the best of both worlds?
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