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.
She's glad to hear him excited, knowing he's enjoying himself. It's such a simple joy. Just like this position, gathered up against him, able to easily kiss him as she reaches around her thighs to help position him with her fingertips against his shaft.
"There," she tells him. "Now get yourself where you belong."
She’s still so wet, and he breathes comfortably when his head presses against her parting lips.
“Yes, my lady,” he says.
He braces a foot against the bed and tilts his hips against her and slides in a few inches, and he shifts her down against him to slide in a few more —- like she’s weightless, meant to fit there.
The press of her ass against him has his eyes fluttering shut briefly, his grip on her knees tightening as he grinds her against him. He laughs briefly, under his breath.
"It wouldn't have been permitted," he says. "Just the same, some mornings I couldn't look you in the eye, knowing what thoughts had filled my mind..."
He presses in particularly hard, remembering the none-too-distant memory of her hand gliding over his skin, of the way she’ll insist on him splitting her wide and filling her up. He murmurs, near teasing:
He gets a moan out of her, and then--another laugh. Guilty as charged, and she can't deny that.
"It's research," she tells him, and gives his cheek a little pinch. But her thumb smooths over it after, and she the look she gives him is loving. "I like trying new things with you, Clive. Sharing new experiences together."
He loves feeling her slacken, so taken by his cock filling her that she can’t concentrate on anything but. He just smiles, warm in all ways, and tucks her knees up a little tighter so he can reach at a better angle.
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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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"There," she tells him. "Now get yourself where you belong."
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“Yes, my lady,” he says.
He braces a foot against the bed and tilts his hips against her and slides in a few inches, and he shifts her down against him to slide in a few more —- like she’s weightless, meant to fit there.
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"It's always such a relief when you're inside me, Clive. Does it feel that way for you?"
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"I never seat myself within you without remembering how long I've desired you," he murmurs. "How fortunate I am to live that dream."
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"Not more than me. When I was a little girl I had dreams of marrying you. And then I thought that a life with you was out of reach."
Marriage and all that follows is a nice thought, but now she's simply happy to be in his company. It's enough.
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"It wouldn't have been permitted," he says. "Just the same, some mornings I couldn't look you in the eye, knowing what thoughts had filled my mind..."
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"You've always been sweet, even as a boy. I'm sure my thoughts over the years have been worse."
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"I think you'd put even the wildest philanderer to shame," he says.
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Only some days.
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He presses in particularly hard, remembering the none-too-distant memory of her hand gliding over his skin, of the way she’ll insist on him splitting her wide and filling her up. He murmurs, near teasing:
“I know what you read.”
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"It's research," she tells him, and gives his cheek a little pinch. But her thumb smooths over it after, and she the look she gives him is loving. "I like trying new things with you, Clive. Sharing new experiences together."
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“I’ll keep that in mind for your surprise,” he says, quickening his pace a touch.
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He's such a tease.
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