"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...?"
“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.”
“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.
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.
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.”
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."
She's going to make a valiant attempt to be stubborn. Her teeth press into her bottom lip momentarily, biting back a moan. His fingers know her too well.
“I will continue until my fingers prune and my wrist grows sore,” he whispers, voice husky, directly into her ear. His fingers curl upward, again and again, stroking her on the inside. “And even then, I will persist. I want you.”
She has plenty of things (some from tonight) to think of to distract herself, but it's all a bluff--she doesn't want to try and hold out. He makes her feel too good. He's earned the right to experience her climax right alongside her.
"I want you, too. Oh, Clive. What you do to me..." Jill's once more desperate to kiss him, palm on his cheek. She'll never grow tired of showing him love. "Promise me you'll come inside me again."
The memory, even fresh, makes her ache around his fingers. She whimpers softly, so close.
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"And now I know my surprise is an excursion. Now I am even more curious."
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“Will you continue to guess?”
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"Would you like me to?"
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She traces the curve of his lips with her fingertips.
"You're good to me, Clive."
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"I'm trying my best," he promises, and he kisses her fingertips.
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"I want to spend more nights like this with you. More nights spent talking, too." As long as they're together.
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He strokes her soft inner wall, steady, and adds a second finger.
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“Your body tells me all I need to know…”
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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.
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"It feels so good, Clive. So good. I wish you knew..." She trails off into a moan, breaths coming faster.
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"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.
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"Wouldn't you rather feel it?" She asks, nuzzling her face against his. "You're going to make me fall apart."
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"And if I hold back?"
She's not so sure she's capable, but she can try.
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"I want you, too. Oh, Clive. What you do to me..." Jill's once more desperate to kiss him, palm on his cheek. She'll never grow tired of showing him love. "Promise me you'll come inside me again."
The memory, even fresh, makes her ache around his fingers. She whimpers softly, so close.
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comment 666 number of the situationship
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