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[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…”

[noburden]

"Me?" Jill asks after a moment, breathless, but a laugh in her voice. "Perhaps."

Obvious teasing. She's always been his lady, and forever will be. It's fate, even if they take the long road to get there.

[rosarianoath]

He extracts his hand from between her thighs and runs it to her knee instead. He noses against her temple.

“There has never been anything more certain.” He reaches to drape her legs over his hip so he can curl himself around her tightly, one strong thigh right against her ass. “Thank you, for showing me your pleasure.”

[noburden]

"It's only possible because of you. Thank you, Clive."

She likes this position and how much of him is around her. If there's any sort of chill in the air, she can't feel it.

"This is nice," she tells him. Might as well. She smiles softly before nosing him back, beard against her face.

[rosarianoath]

He closes his eyes, comfortably warm, comfortable in the intimacy of holding her this way. He could sleep here, if he wasn’t too turned on to ignore it.

“You’re most welcome,” he says. “I could lay with you like this for years on end.”

[noburden]

"How wonderful that would be," she sighs, tipping her head go be able to kiss him. Softly, for now. "You could tell me about every day I've ever missed with you."

[rosarianoath]

Clive takes that kiss and meets it sweetly and slow, the flat of his palm gliding up her belly to rest on her ribs.

“I’ll tell you anything you want,” he murmurs. “Just to talk with you.”

[noburden]

"It's all important to me, just as you are," she tells him. Every experience, every thought, every emotion. "Treasured above all else."

Even now.

[rosarianoath]

He smiles, but for a second, the look in his eyes is faraway. He just kisses her again, his grip on her tightening gently.

“I love you, Jill.”

[noburden]

She catches that look in his eyes. Hard not to, when she's only been looking into them, studying his face. She returns the kiss, smile warming when he tells her he loves her. She knows.

"What thought crossed your mind?"

[rosarianoath]

Caught. He doesn’t feel too poorly about it, at least.

He admits:

“I haven’t always put you first, when I should have.”

[noburden]

She knows. Hearing him say it, however, makes her eyes sting, which catches her off guard and makes her gaze drop to his chin. She thinks she knows where she stands in his life, but that doesn't mean she doesn't wish she sat higher.

"Saving the world understandably comes before me," she says, managing some humor in her tone. The rest? Well, some of it is up for debate.