"Shall you make a mess of that one, too?" Carefully, she adjusts her weight so he can give him a proper kiss. Slow and sweet, with her hand smoothing over his chest.
"Perhaps elsewhere," he says, ceasing playing with her clit so he can wrap his arm around her instead, holding her in his arms for a brief moment and a not-so-brief kiss. When he finally breaks off, it's with a glance at the closed door less than a foot from his face. Time to get going, he suspects, even if he'd love to linger with her in his arms.
Better not test their luck. Jill reluctantly nods, knowing it's time to go.
Now comes the less beautiful part of their lovemaking that she cares not to watch in the mirror: carefully climbing off Clive, hand cupped between her legs, hoping to spare the bikini from the worst of the flood. She's glad for the ties on the sides--one pluck of a string has her able to pull the thing off. Her panties will be sacrificed for clean up and put into her bag.
"Surely I have never looked more beautiful," she murmurs, amused as she untangles herself from the bikini top. She's in wonderful spirits.
"You're always beautiful," he says, wiping his cock off with the hem of his t-shirt and tucking himself away, and the hem of his shirt along with it. "And I liked seeing you in the mirror."
She rests a hand on his hip as she stays still as he buttons her up, looking up at him. It should have always been their bedroom.
"I've slept better these last few nights than I have since..." Since. Since he no longer shared her bed. She's sure having Joshua in the house has something to do with it too, one less worry, but she knows she only sleeps so soundly because Clive is with her.
He doesn't meet her eyes, but he can't help but smile a little at the correction, sure that location was safer than saying yours or mine? and pleased to be wrong anyway. He fumbles a little on the buttons, but he's just pleased to linger close.
"I've slept well too," he says. "I worried my coming in late had disturbed you..."
Clive meets her eyes briefly, suddenly embarrassed –– how does he rail this woman like a sex-starved beast and then listen to her praise him like this?
He finishes her shirt and lets his hands glide from her waist to her hips, feeling the absence of the seam of her underwear under her skirt.
"I would be the luckiest man alive to be allowed to sleep with you in my arms every night."
"Not only is it allowed, but it is encouraged," she teases. Forever? She hopes it to be, some day. With his hands on her hips, she cups his face, fingers stroking over his cheeks. She'd never think him a beast or brute.
"I think I'll buy the blue one for us." For good memories.
And the bikini bottoms have his cum on them. She's obligated.
Jill opens the door for Clive, but nor before peeking out to make sure they weren't about to wall into trouble. The shop is quiet beyond the music playing in the background.
"I'm sure he did. It's difficult to let him be so far from our sight, isn't it?" She adjusts her skirt. "I trust Dion with my life. I trust him with Joshua's as well. They'll stay out of trouble."
Clive’s brow momentarily furrows, but he says nothing, not wanting to upset her with questions. He just leads her to the cash register, and sets down the empty cup so he can fish out his coin purse.
Jill picks up the cup just in case, and even tries to slip a few bags off his arm so he can pay without having to juggle everything.
The cashier scans each item and Jill does not look as the obviously wet bikini bottoms are quickly chucked into a bag. She's glad to be standing behind Clive.
Clive stays stony-faced and calm through the transaction, less for any thought of Ultima and more from years of practice being mildly intimidating to ward off trouble. It works, more or less — the cashier notices and does not look thrilled as she picks up the bottoms by a tie. Clive just pockets his wallet and picks up the back, putting his hand out to take the rest back.
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"You're very silly."
The words are full of fondness.
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Now comes the less beautiful part of their lovemaking that she cares not to watch in the mirror: carefully climbing off Clive, hand cupped between her legs, hoping to spare the bikini from the worst of the flood. She's glad for the ties on the sides--one pluck of a string has her able to pull the thing off. Her panties will be sacrificed for clean up and put into her bag.
"Surely I have never looked more beautiful," she murmurs, amused as she untangles herself from the bikini top. She's in wonderful spirits.
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Jill pulls on her skirt and slips on her blouse, though she steps closer to lean into Clive as she does so. Enjoying the last few moments of privacy.
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She rests a hand on his hip as she stays still as he buttons her up, looking up at him. It should have always been their bedroom.
"I've slept better these last few nights than I have since..." Since. Since he no longer shared her bed. She's sure having Joshua in the house has something to do with it too, one less worry, but she knows she only sleeps so soundly because Clive is with her.
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"I've slept well too," he says. "I worried my coming in late had disturbed you..."
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In Clive's arms and with Joshua sleeping down the hall, what more could she want?
"You don't know the joy I feel when I wake up in the morning to the sight of your face."
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He finishes her shirt and lets his hands glide from her waist to her hips, feeling the absence of the seam of her underwear under her skirt.
"I would be the luckiest man alive to be allowed to sleep with you in my arms every night."
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"I think I'll buy the blue one for us." For good memories.
And the bikini bottoms have his cum on them. She's obligated.
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“I like that plan,” he says. “But perhaps we buy the other one too, to soothe the discontent waiting on the other side of the door.”
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"We should head home. I'd like to be there before Joshua returns."
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"I'm sure he did. It's difficult to let him be so far from our sight, isn't it?" She adjusts her skirt. "I trust Dion with my life. I trust him with Joshua's as well. They'll stay out of trouble."
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"I asked him not to speak of Origin to Joshua."
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He’d rather not talk about it either, but that hasn’t kept it off Dion’s lips.
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That should be all he needs.
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The cashier scans each item and Jill does not look as the obviously wet bikini bottoms are quickly chucked into a bag. She's glad to be standing behind Clive.
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“Home, then.”
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"I'm with you," she tells him with a small smile. "I know you'll talk to Joshua when the time I'd right."
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“Thank you. That relieves me.”
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