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His hands are bound and she never said anything about not using them as he will. She supposes he's not breaking any rules, and truth be told, the way he holds her to his mouth makes her groan with pleasure.

She fondles his balls as she takes him deeper. He's a good distraction from her own pleasure, but in the best way.

Lightheaded and loving it, Clive keeps at it. She’s tart and slippery, and every rock of her lips around his cock ends up shifting her back against his mouth, and the intensity ramps up as he goes. Stubbornness alone keeps him from just coming in her life, but it’s hard — eventually he has to put his head back just long enough to gasp, begging: “Mercy.”

She hasn't felt so full of pride in a long time. Jill lets his cock fall from her lips with a pop, hips lifting so that he has more room to breathe. Poor man.

"Too much?" She asks with a chuckle, lazily stroking him with her hand.

“Only if you expect me to last,” he says, amused, and he breathes deeply in her as he catches his breath. Never was a good swimmer, but this is worth improving for. He closes his eyes briefly, peaceful despite his heart rate. He murmurs: “I love your ass.”

"I don't care about you lasting. I care about leaving you trembling in my bed," and maybe she would sound more seductive if she didn't immediately laugh. He loves her ass? He sounds nearly drunk to her ears.

"You're ridiculous, Clive."

She loves him most when he's like this.

He scoffs, light-hearted, and he briefly squeezes her with his locked-in embrace.

“I don’t say it enough,” he replies. “If it makes me ridiculous to say so, then so be it…”

His toes curl briefly and he tilts his hips up into her grip.

He wants more. She blesses him with a long lick before speaking again.

"Is that where you wish to finish? Name your desire."

Someone doubts he will last very long as it is.

A groan slips out of him, and he nearly stifles himself against her cunt.

“I want to be inside you.”

She supposes a few holes technically count as inside her, but she knows what he means. Carefully, Jill moves herself off him so that she can straddle him properly, leaning down to kiss his lips. He tastes like her.

"Didn't I just clean your face?"

“So you did.”

He presses up against her, blindly trying to rut into her without a guiding hand. He’s left to hum against her lips, bringing his bound hands around the back of her neck.

Poor man. If she weren't so desperate in her own way, wanting to feel him fill her, she'd make him suffer in wait.

Next time, she tells herself. As they kiss, she reaches between them to guide him inside her. He slips in effortlessly, and Jill sighs against his mouth. This is what she enjoys most.

There’s an odd relief in him as he slides into her, her grip on him dragging him home. He barely wants to break off the kiss to mutter.

“May I…?”

He presses up to emphasize, too shallowly to bottom out. It’s a strain to thrust up with his wrists bound and held above her head, but he wants it, he so badly fucking wants it.

"You may."

If he wants out of the belt, he can likely manage it with a good tug. But she's kind, and she trails a hand up his arm.

"Shall I set you free?"

He braces his feet and fucks up into her, slow at first, and as he adjusts to the weight of her on him and the lack of leverage, he picks up speed until he’s rutting into her.

“No,” he pants.

That works. Jill's face is near his ear, hand dropping to brace herself on the bed.

"Oh, Clive," she gasps. "Just like that."

Her praise is fuel. He picks it up, bottoming out in her, and before long he’s coming, his desperate thrusts growing sloppy as he fills her up and fucks it all deeper into her.

“More?”

He doesn’t want this to end.

He's perfection. Jill moans when he comes, and that he keeps going fills her chest with affection for him. He deserves this bliss, always..

"Can you manage?" She asks with a breathless laugh, sloppily kissing the side of his face as she rolls her hips, thighs wet.

“In a moment,” he promises, bracing himself so she can grind against him. He’s tempted to sag into the mattress, but he wants this moment to linger. “I can manage whatever you want.”

"You've served me so well," she tells him. "Anything else is simply... extra. Be it tonight, tomorrow, or a week from now."

Though she would prefer sooner, certainly.

He turns his head enough to press a cheek to hers. He could argue he hardly did anything, but in the afterglow, there’s an odd clarity, a relief that it really is that simple. She’s satisfied.

“I did my best,” he breathes. “And I can do it again tonight.”

"Let's give your wrists a rest before that." She nuzzles her cheek against his before tugging on his arms, pushing them up so she can stretch over him to undo her loose binding. It means his cock slips out of her, and she sighs to lose him, but as soon as she tosses his belt aside she's back to rubbing her face against his, affectionate.

It’s a very different sort of relief to have use of his hands again, and he puts them to work immediately, wrapping his arms around her in a proper embrace, face buried against hers. His sigh is long and content.

“I love all of you,” he murmurs.

Jill's sigh echoes his. She could live right here, held by him.

"I love all of you, too." Even the parts he thinks too broken. She presses a kiss to his cheek. "Though your ass is also very nice. Were you curious."

It is a dull surprise that there are opinions to be had about his ass at all.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” He chuckles and leans to the side like he might roll her over, but he just looks at her, close as he is. “You know… I’d like to take you somewhere, soon. If you’re agreeable to it.”

Her blue eyes meet his. In this moment, she cannot recall that their relationship shattered at any point.

"Where?" She asks, and her smile reaches her eyes. She's agreeable. She doesn't know where, but she'd like to go with him.

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