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[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."

[rosarianoath]

“And be distracted by my own pleasure?” He keeps pace, determined to push her over the edge. “No. I want to know yours intimately.”

[noburden]

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.

"And if I hold back?"

She's not so sure she's capable, but she can try.

[rosarianoath]

“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.”

[noburden]

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.

[rosarianoath]

He nods fervently, kisses her wrist and pairs the thrust of his fingers with the insistent press of his hard cock against her. The way she writhes in his arms has him sweating, heart pounding in his chest.

“Every drop,” he breathes. “All yours, tonight and any night.”

[noburden]

The ease of his promise and the heat of his cock and the practice of his fingers has her in spasms before her brain can even register she's about to tip over the edge. She comes hard around his fingers, legs squeezing together around his hand. There's an attempt to look into his eyes--but it's too overwhelming, and so she's left with burying her face against him. He'll understand.

By the end of it, she's struggling to catch her breath.

[rosarianoath]

He stills as she locks him in with her thighs, keeping a gentle pressure against her as she pants through her orgasm. Undistracted by his own, it’s easier to appreciate the way she trembles in his arms, the way her body seems to spasm against his touch. He breathes out a long, hungry sigh, gazing down the length of her body.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “My lady…”