Jill keeps her focus on the contrast between her pale fingers and his dark hair, gripping as gently as she can, and resisting the desire to just smother him between her thighs. When she moans his name, it's loud enough for those closest to hear.
She spares a hand from his hair to cover his hand, holding. Terrible rule, the no touching. She finds herself aching for his hands on her, and the little groan of desperation might be an indication of such.
He knows she wants more. He’s not sure how much he can give her, eating her enthusiastically as he is, without reaching up inside her and fucking her with his fingers, stroking her from the inside. Just the thought makes him want to, and when she reaches for his hand, he thinks she might want him to.
“The pool,” he manages, between breaths, “would be worth it.”
He comes up for proper air for a moment, cheek pressed against her thigh, beard wet. He meets her eyes, and then deliberately takes a hand from the bench and puts it on her, dragging his palm over her belly.
An outlaw, truly. Jill watches him with an amused smile and leans down to kiss him, enjoying the taste of herself on his mouth. Enjoying that others are watching, even if only occasionally.
"To the pool with you, for your misbehavior," Jill says solemnly, taking his hand.
Clive rises on his knees a little, his other hand gliding up her thigh and right to her cunt. He cups her with a subtle enthusiasm, two fingers slipping between her wet lips to press against her entrance.
"Who has brought you so close to release, if not me?"
She trails off as he aims to make her lose her mind. Jill gives him a look. He knows what he's doing, moving that slowly when her hips strain for more.
"Tomorrow," she agrees, pressing a kiss to his cheek while not-so-subtly trying to fuck herself on his fingers. "Perhaps you'll make love to me after."
Is she supposed to be able to hold a conversation when he fills her like that? Jill can only bask in how right it feels, how close he is, and how she wishes to see his face every day for the rest of her life. He's everything.
"Anywhere," she finally manages, breathing heavy. "Behind a closed door or where people can see. As long as I have you, I don't care."
"Like proper outlaws," she repeats, amused and breathless and looking at him lovingly. "Taking one another before so many eyes. I would want them all to see how good you are to me."
"Take me here and now, then. Don't make me wait," she says, voice so close to a whine. His fingers are divine, but nothing compares to having him inside her.
She's sure it's still the same even with others around. Really, the Hideaway had walls that were questionable at best.
He's been hard for some time now, and permission has him realizing just how much he wants it. He moves up off one knee and puts her thighs together and presses them back against her ribs. He wants in, and he wants to go deep, and he knows she wants it, and he'll give it to her as quick as ordered: he takes his cock in his fist, pumps himself once and then twice, and guides himself to her entrance and pushes right in and past the initial squeeze.
Whenever he maneuvers her with confidence and intent, she falls in love with him a little more. And when he takes what he wants, which so often aligns with what she wants, she thinks maybe she should marry him.
"Clive," she moans, biting back any nonsense that might want to fall from her lips, "How do you manage to feel so good, each and every time?"
Not a question she expects an answer to as she reaches out to touch whatever part of him she can reach, but at least now she can say she knows: they were made for one another, because no one else makes her melt quite like he does.
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She spares a hand from his hair to cover his hand, holding. Terrible rule, the no touching. She finds herself aching for his hands on her, and the little groan of desperation might be an indication of such.
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“The pool,” he manages, between breaths, “would be worth it.”
To touch her. To make her come on his fingers.
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"You could touch me while in the pool, I'm sure."
And have some privacy while in plain sight.
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"To the pool with you, for your misbehavior," Jill says solemnly, taking his hand.
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"Have I not been good in many other ways?"
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"Other ways?" Doubt. The twitch at the corner of her mouth gives away any attempt to look truly lost in thought. "Please, refresh my memory."
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"Who has brought you so close to release, if not me?"
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"Oh, you meant today alone? Apologies."
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He pushes a fingertip in, just to the first knuckle, slow.
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She trails off as he aims to make her lose her mind. Jill gives him a look. He knows what he's doing, moving that slowly when her hips strain for more.
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"Maybe it wasn't a fine enough dinner."
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"Then you should take me to dinner again. A finer place."
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“In your bed? Or somewhere else…”
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"I think you'd like somewhere else. Somewhere new."
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“Where, then? Where will I take you?”
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"Anywhere," she finally manages, breathing heavy. "Behind a closed door or where people can see. As long as I have you, I don't care."
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"Anywhere we can get up to trouble together," he says. "Like proper outlaws."
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"I will. I'll do anything for you."
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"Take me here and now, then. Don't make me wait," she says, voice so close to a whine. His fingers are divine, but nothing compares to having him inside her.
She's sure it's still the same even with others around. Really, the Hideaway had walls that were questionable at best.
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He's been hard for some time now, and permission has him realizing just how much he wants it. He moves up off one knee and puts her thighs together and presses them back against her ribs. He wants in, and he wants to go deep, and he knows she wants it, and he'll give it to her as quick as ordered: he takes his cock in his fist, pumps himself once and then twice, and guides himself to her entrance and pushes right in and past the initial squeeze.
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"Clive," she moans, biting back any nonsense that might want to fall from her lips, "How do you manage to feel so good, each and every time?"
Not a question she expects an answer to as she reaches out to touch whatever part of him she can reach, but at least now she can say she knows: they were made for one another, because no one else makes her melt quite like he does.
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