“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.
She has to gasp for breath when he pulls away, and it comes with a laugh and a smile. His passion makes her feel alive. This is how they should always be.
"I don't know," he admits. Maybe it's shame. He looks down at her mouth and lets his hand slide down the side of her neck and passes a strong thumb over the side of her throat, the soft spot just under her jaw. "I just want you so much."
"You've had me in places where we could be caught... in clubs with people watching us... I've felt Ifrit's desire, burning like flame. If there's such a thing as too much, I would encourage my husband to try and find it."
His heart throbs. There are, at times, long spells where their abstinence from each other is interrupted only by quiet and tender lovemaking, rendering sudden moments of frenzied passion a curious and memorable thing. Folding her in half in front of a half dozen others, watching the fat head of his cock bully into her asshole as Ifrit breathed down his neck, yanking her panties aside to fuck her in clothes they hadn’t yet paid for… it’s as thrilling as it is frightening. Of he let himself linger too long on what he’d do to her if he had no inhibition at all, he’d go insane.
What she’d let him do to her. What she’d do to him. What—
“Your husband,” he repeats, eyes opening. “I will find it, Jill.”
He's only ever frightened her by not being honest. Jill smiles before kissing him, letting go of his cock to put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back towards the headboard. He can sit up against it.
"Trust in what we have together. It's withstood so much more than adventures in the bedroom," she purrs. He broke her heart and she's still here.
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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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"After all we've done... what could scare me?"
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"You've had me in places where we could be caught... in clubs with people watching us... I've felt Ifrit's desire, burning like flame. If there's such a thing as too much, I would encourage my husband to try and find it."
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What she’d let him do to her. What she’d do to him. What—
“Your husband,” he repeats, eyes opening. “I will find it, Jill.”
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"Trust in what we have together. It's withstood so much more than adventures in the bedroom," she purrs. He broke her heart and she's still here.
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“At this point we should be capable of withstanding anything…”
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jill remembering this later like nvm
im already takin notes for later
that's my girl
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