Order heard and received. Clive's eyes flutter shut. It is easy to imagine particular faces amongst the people here, any of whom might look over. He kisses her again, lips dragging as he moves a little south, one hand roving down to grab and squeeze a handful of her ass.
Jill leans her weight into him, knowing it's such a slight thing to him.
"I love your hands, Clive," she murmurs. All of him, really, but he knows just how much strength to use when touching her. It's a talent. "I fill them perfectly, don't I?"
That sounds horrific. Now and then, she thinks about the life she could have lived--a queen in the north, or some princess by marriage, and she thinks perhaps she wouldn't have found satisfaction with the attention those roles demand from others. She's only ever wanted attention from Clive, at her side.
"You worship me by spending time with me. By thinking to surprise me." A field of flowers or dinner or even this place. "I'd rather you in my arms than at my feet."
He glances up at her, fleeting but tense. He doesn't need to worry about having misstepped because he knows he has, but he can follow her curve. He refocuses. Cid wouldn't say that shit.
"Wherever you want me," he says, a hand sliding down the back of her thigh. "Whenever you'll have me."
That glance gives her pause. She knows him, and while she feels like she's been relearning him lately, she catches the look in his eye.
"I could be your mistress, for the night. Your master. Does that..." Help? No, there's nothing to be helped, is there? "Does that sound appealing, Clive?"
"It does, and very much so," he admits. "But one thing at a time, I think. You've never..."
To his knowledge, she's never had sex in public before, and the thought of throwing her in far deeper than she's prepared makes him apprehensive. What if it spooks her entirely? They never talk about these things until they're in the moment.
"I want to," he says, earnestly, hands spanning down the backs of her thighs and right back up to her ass. "I want you to think about this for days. Weeks."
"Most nights," she admits, shameless now that they find their way to her bed on occasion. "It often leads to more frustration. I can't reach as deep, nor fill myself quite like you do."
She can get herself off, but it's not the same. All she ever craves is him.
"Your fingers are narrow and delicate," he says. He thinks about it every time she has to wrap both hands around his cock to jerk him off. "Mine aren't."
He kisses his way between her cleavage, and he could take her hand to compare to his, but instead he withdraws just enough to run his hand down her front. He rests the heel of his hand against her groin. His fingers reach all the way to her navel. See?
"Far from it," he agrees, gaze roving up to her face again. The baser part of him jumps at the idea of her needing him so badly that her own hands won't do, but reason has never liked feeling used. The look in his eyes is heated anyway; they're in a place where they can do whatever they want. "Let us make some memories, then."
"All this talk has me moments away from touching myself if you won't," she teases. "We are spoiled for choice."
Some people are enjoying themselves on the benches, the the edges of the pool, some in the pool. Jill can only manage a quick glance before looking back to Clive, afraid her blush might make him change his mind about all this.
He feels the intense temptation to ask her to, just to watch, but in front of an audience he's not so sure she'd manage, especially given how rarely they've indulged in that kind of play even in the privacy of their home. His hands continue to rove over her. It doesn't matter. He just wants her, as soon as possible.
"What if I told you not to use your hands?" She asks with a mischievous little laugh, half serious. She's bound his hands before, and while he'd easily be able to free himself, it did keep him obedient. Here, they have nothing on hand--and likely nothing by the pool that would prohibit swimming. No need for that sort of problem here.
"The rest is up to you."
A game would keep her distracted from the fact that there are others around them.
That's easy to take seriously anyway. He kisses her chest again, briefly grazing his teeth over the soft skin of one breast before looking up at her again.
"Then I'll devour you," he says, then kissing further down. "Lay you out on your back, and pleasure you with my mouth. And if my hands stray..."
"No need," he says. Even if he ends up in there, he's going to hate it regardless of the temperature. He shifts with her, not quite touching her, just in case the rules have started already, right to his knees.
She feels more exposed, standing by her lonesome before sitting back down. And even then, she can see much more than before--and Clive's body isn't blocking her. Still, she returns her focus to him.
"Will here suit you? I suppose you'll have to tell me where exactly you want me."
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"I think you should use whatever you've heard as inspiration for what we do here. Stories to share, should we meet Cid again."
Nevermind that he'd likely have some opinions on their whole relationship and what's become of it.
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"I love your hands, Clive," she murmurs. All of him, really, but he knows just how much strength to use when touching her. It's a talent. "I fill them perfectly, don't I?"
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"Everything about you is perfect," he murmurs against her skin. "I could worship at your feet at any hour, any day."
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"You worship me by spending time with me. By thinking to surprise me." A field of flowers or dinner or even this place. "I'd rather you in my arms than at my feet."
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"Wherever you want me," he says, a hand sliding down the back of her thigh. "Whenever you'll have me."
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"I could be your mistress, for the night. Your master. Does that..." Help? No, there's nothing to be helped, is there? "Does that sound appealing, Clive?"
Some level of compromise.
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To his knowledge, she's never had sex in public before, and the thought of throwing her in far deeper than she's prepared makes him apprehensive. What if it spooks her entirely? They never talk about these things until they're in the moment.
"I want to discover what you want."
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She's teasing, but she means it--no arguments tonight. No upset.
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"Whenever I have you, I think about it for days. Until the next time I am so fortunate."
He really has no idea how deeply she desires him.
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"Do you touch yourself when I'm not there?"
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She can get herself off, but it's not the same. All she ever craves is him.
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He kisses his way between her cleavage, and he could take her hand to compare to his, but instead he withdraws just enough to run his hand down her front. He rests the heel of his hand against her groin. His fingers reach all the way to her navel. See?
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"Nor is your cock," she adds with a soft laugh, though that's a given.
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Some people are enjoying themselves on the benches, the the edges of the pool, some in the pool. Jill can only manage a quick glance before looking back to Clive, afraid her blush might make him change his mind about all this.
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"Tell me how you'd have me touch you."
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"The rest is up to you."
A game would keep her distracted from the fact that there are others around them.
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"Then I'll devour you," he says, then kissing further down. "Lay you out on your back, and pleasure you with my mouth. And if my hands stray..."
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She laughs. It's right there.
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"It's a deal."
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Not when she begs. Jill presses a kiss to his forehead before moving to step out from between his knees.
"Shall I test the heat of the water for you?"
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"Will here suit you? I suppose you'll have to tell me where exactly you want me."
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