“I am cared for enough by your side,” he assures her, and he unhooks her calf from his chest and shifts her leg aside so he can lean overtop her instead, weight on one hand. He keeps thrusting. “You give all the protection I need.”
It's like he knows. He must be able to tell, by the look in her eyes, that she wants him closer. It's only a little bit of a twist to push herself up enough to be able to meet him for a kiss. It's sloppier than she'd like, a moan on her breath, but she manages to land it on his mouth.
"Then it's good I always intend to be by your side."
She always wants him closer. He keeps fucking her, mouth just off hers when they aren't kissing, his weight on one hand. He brushes her hand away from her clit with the other: he can do that too.
It just frees her hand to touch him, roam over his arm and shoulder and back. She steals kisses between breaths and feels the pleasure begin to build. He knows her.
"You're always good to me," she tells him. And she can say that easily now that the past is further behind them.
“I want to be,” he murmurs, and he feels the faintest bit dizzy, looking down at her as she touches him, as he feels her, as he grinds the pad of his thumb in hard circles around her clit. Steady, sure. “Inside you, it’s all a man could want to be…”
It's a lovely thought. He's the only man she could ever imagine wanting so desperately, and she's fairly certain that has something to do with how easily he brings her to completion.
She comes with a quiet gasp, fingers curling in his hair. She's less gentle, knowing he likes it, though it's a brief thing with how the jolts of pleasure make her limbs feel heavy.
"Clive," is all she says. Was there more to the sentence? Possibly, but she looks at him with adoration, so he might be able to guess it to be some expression of love.
He eases off her clit when she comes, choosing to just hold her instead, still buried inside her. His scalp tingles and he’s still as hard as a rock, but he’s give up riding a high in an instant just to witness hers.
Few things feel better than her body squeezing around his cock. She smiles at him. He read her mind.
"I love you too, Clive. Will you fight me overmuch if I insist on focusing on your pleasure now?" She asks, teasing. And yet there's a sincere question in there.
"I do insist," she says, amused herself, but still wading in the afterglow as she strokes his cheek, comfortable with him inside her. "I may spare you from deciding how, exactly."
“You’ve been generous with anything I’ve suggested,” he says, which he feels is no small feat: are some of his interests not detestable, too demanding? He takes her face between his hands and kisses her.
"That's part of it," she tells him, amused. "I do love you. I trust you, most of all. And there's plenty I have never considered. I cannot know for certain that I'm not interested if I don't give it a try."
He's a good man. He won't be upset or disappointed in her.
"It makes me so happy when you tell me your desires. I know it's not always easy, so I appreciate it all the more."
Being told he's loved and that his desires matter while getting kissed and having his dick stroked is so intense that for a moment, he quite seriously think it's impacting his ability to process thoughts. He nods dumbly as a result, eyes briefly shuttering, and he murmurs: "I would tell you anything that would make you happy."
If he seems a little slower on the uptake, Jill doesn't comment on it.
But she does adore it.
"That's not what I said," she corrects, stroking his full length. "You always put me first. It makes me happy when you allow yourself to be selfish. When you ask things of me. When you want."
Selfish. Clive doesn't reply for a moment, instead kissing her, an intense, forceful thing that has him clutching her face between both hands. He wants her to feel how much he wants her, and when he needs a breath or she does or both, he leans his forehead against hers and ruts his cock against the stroke of her hand.
"I just don't ever want to scare you by wanting too much," he says.
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“If such a place existed, it would surely be within you.”
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"How fortunate would I be to be able to offer you such a haven," she murmurs.
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"Then it's good I always intend to be by your side."
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"You're always good to me," she tells him. And she can say that easily now that the past is further behind them.
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She comes with a quiet gasp, fingers curling in his hair. She's less gentle, knowing he likes it, though it's a brief thing with how the jolts of pleasure make her limbs feel heavy.
"Clive," is all she says. Was there more to the sentence? Possibly, but she looks at him with adoration, so he might be able to guess it to be some expression of love.
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“I love you,” he murmurs.
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"I love you too, Clive. Will you fight me overmuch if I insist on focusing on your pleasure now?" She asks, teasing. And yet there's a sincere question in there.
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“You decide, then,” he agrees.
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"I think my throat needs practice," she says with a gentle laugh. "We have time for that, I hope."
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“I think so,” he says, withdrawing from her cunt and sitting back on his heels. “Where do you want me?”
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"That depends. Do you wish to watch?"
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"Do you know why that is, Clive?"
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He's a good man. He won't be upset or disappointed in her.
"It makes me so happy when you tell me your desires. I know it's not always easy, so I appreciate it all the more."
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But she does adore it.
"That's not what I said," she corrects, stroking his full length. "You always put me first. It makes me happy when you allow yourself to be selfish. When you ask things of me. When you want."
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"I just don't ever want to scare you by wanting too much," he says.
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jill remembering this later like nvm
im already takin notes for later
that's my girl
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