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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.”
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.”
"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."
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.
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.
He hums some acknowledgement and closes his eyes briefly, letting the press of her skin stave off any inclination to mourn.
“I won’t let such thoughts spoil the mood,” he promises. Not when there’s more enjoyable thoughts close at hand — the head of his cock still rubs against the underside of her thigh, and he tilts his hips to press against her more deliberately.
"The past is the past," she agrees. What's done is done. They have one another now, and she knows he's trying his best to make her feel loved despite the fumbles. "We're together now, and if I recall, you promised to fill me again."
But she sneaks in one more kiss, soft and sweet against his lips.
“I did,” he says, and there’s a touch more eagerness in his voice, even before he loops an arm under her knees and hugs them towards her chest. No sense in changing position when he’s already right there, primed to bump the head of his cock against her slit. He nuzzles his face against hers, having comfortably locked her into his arms.
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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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“Every drop,” he breathes. “All yours, tonight and any night.”
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By the end of it, she's struggling to catch her breath.
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“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “My lady…”
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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.
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“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.”
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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.
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“You’re most welcome,” he says. “I could lay with you like this for years on end.”
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“I’ll tell you anything you want,” he murmurs. “Just to talk with you.”
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Even now.
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“I love you, Jill.”
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"What thought crossed your mind?"
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He admits:
“I haven’t always put you first, when I should have.”
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"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.
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"I know. You don't need to explain yourself, Clive."
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“I won’t let such thoughts spoil the mood,” he promises. Not when there’s more enjoyable thoughts close at hand — the head of his cock still rubs against the underside of her thigh, and he tilts his hips to press against her more deliberately.
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But she sneaks in one more kiss, soft and sweet against his lips.
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“Guide me in.”
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comment 666 number of the situationship
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