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[noburden]

"No one I love as much as I love Clive Rosfield," she says easily, fingers combing through his hair as she sighs, comfortable beneath him.

[rosarianoath]

He hums at her, fingers working up and down her slit, slow but firm. His gaze doesn’t leave her for an instant.

“Then I’m glad to be him.”

[noburden]

She smiles up at him, resisting the urge to squirm.

"Glad enough to give me a hint about gift or surprise?"

A girl can try.

[rosarianoath]

He raises his brows at her, amused.

“It’s small enough to fit in my pocket,” he says, a fingertip tracing a ring around her entrance.

[noburden]

"You speak of the gift, surely," she says, smile widening a little as her thighs part further for him. "What could be so small as to fit in your pocket...?"

[rosarianoath]

“Imagine if I could tuck a whole excursion into my pocket,” he says, sliding his fingertip back and around her clit. “I do speak of the gift.”

[noburden]

She laughs, both at his remark and the shiver of pleasure that travels up her spine.

"And now I know my surprise is an excursion. Now I am even more curious."

[rosarianoath]

He just smiles, catching her lips briefly in an open-mouthed kiss. Then he murmurs, abruptly stopping with his finger poised over her clit.

“Will you continue to guess?”

[noburden]

Her mouth leaves his with a groan. Cruel of him to stop.

"Would you like me to?"

[rosarianoath]

“It might leave you wanting, if you cannot guess.”

[noburden]

"I'm already wanting," she huffs, still smiling. "I am doomed to suffer, regardless."

[rosarianoath]

“We can’t have that,” he says, a shred of humour on his tone. He eases himself to lay down beside her, tight to the side of her body, cradling her with his own. His hand stays where it is, fingering her, playing with her gently. This way, they can talk. He can look at her, real close, the fondness on his face unmistakable. “But I suppose this is the kind of suffering to have, if one must suffer at all.”

[noburden]

It's such a comfortable position that she thinks she'd immediately fall asleep if his fingers weren't playing on her.

She traces the curve of his lips with her fingertips.

"You're good to me, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

His fingers rubs around through her wet-slick lips, pressure firming up before he presses one finger into her.

"I'm trying my best," he promises, and he kisses her fingertips.

[noburden]

Finally. Jill moans softly, relieved. He was taking his sweet time.

"I want to spend more nights like this with you. More nights spent talking, too." As long as they're together.

[rosarianoath]

“Then we will do just that,” he murmurs, tilting his head a little to kiss her cheek, then kiss towards her ear.

He strokes her soft inner wall, steady, and adds a second finger.

[noburden]

"You always know just how to touch me," she tells him with a sigh, turning her face to try and kiss his lips.

[rosarianoath]

He lets her. He kisses her. His touch barely slows, his fingers tight inside her, just the two thick enough to stretch her and work her open.

“Your body tells me all I need to know…”

[noburden]

"My body yearns for yours. Only yours," she murmurs. Her hips give a little rock, as if to see if he'll let her get away with being greedy.

[rosarianoath]

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this way,” he says, voice low.

It feels a little dangerous, invoking others, but he thinks she might be flattered by possessiveness of her.

He presses the heel of his hand against her as he fingerfucks her, pinning her from moving too much. If she wants him so bad, she can have him to the knuckles.

[noburden]

He thinks right. It's there in her smile, and in the low hum she gives in affirmation. She's done a fairly good job of not thinking of Clive and his others.

"It feels so good, Clive. So good. I wish you knew..." She trails off into a moan, breaths coming faster.

[rosarianoath]

“Tell me how it feels,” he says, pumping his fingers into her harder. Faster.

[noburden]

She laughs, the sound strained. He expects her to find the right words now?

"I'll tell you in a letter," she manages to get out, cheeks flushed pink. She needs to kiss him again, and makes a desperate attempt.

[rosarianoath]

In a letter? Intrigue stirs in him, even before she catches him in that kiss. He melts against her. His fingers keep pace steadily, curling against her upper walls as he strokes, come-hither. His rapidly hardening cock presses insistently against the underside of her thigh. The kiss is intense, but brief. This is nearly an order: “I want to know what I do to you.”

[noburden]

She loves feeling his arousal. It's a point of pride how quickly he grows hard for her. She's dizzy from his attentions, from wanting to buck against his hand, from wanting to kiss him again.

"Wouldn't you rather feel it?" She asks, nuzzling her face against his. "You're going to make me fall apart."