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[noburden]

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.

[rosarianoath]

“Not if you insist upon it,” he says, amused but guilty.

[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

He nods, just subtle enough to keep his face in her hands. It’s not difficult to feel deeply grateful, too, the tyranny of greed taken off the table.

“You decide, then,” he agrees.

[noburden]

It's an easy decision for her.

"I think my throat needs practice," she says with a gentle laugh. "We have time for that, I hope."

[rosarianoath]

It’s still odd sometimes to hear her speak of anything so crude, but how can he deny her when he promised not to fight?

“I think so,” he says, withdrawing from her cunt and sitting back on his heels. “Where do you want me?”

[noburden]

How sad to lose the fullness of him inside her, but she comforts herself by sitting up and reaching out to stroke him as she considers.

"That depends. Do you wish to watch?"

[rosarianoath]

“I’d like to,” he says, letting her handle him. “If you’d like me to.”

[noburden]

"I'd like you to," she agrees, leaning forward to kiss him. "Haven't you realized there's very little I wouldn't like you to do?"

[rosarianoath]

“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.

[noburden]

She breathes him in, deepening the kiss before looking at him with affection.

"Do you know why that is, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

“You love me, even if it does not interest you?” he ventures, uncertain. It just seems like the easiest answer.

[noburden]

"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."

[rosarianoath]

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."

[noburden]

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."

[rosarianoath]

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.

[noburden]

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.

"After all we've done... what could scare me?"

[rosarianoath]

"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."

[noburden]

She watches his face, savoring his touch.

"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."

[rosarianoath]

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.”

[noburden]

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.

[rosarianoath]

He moves back, putty in her hands, shoulders hitting the headboard. He slouches there, knees open broadly so there’s more space for her.

“At this point we should be capable of withstanding anything…”

[noburden]

Jill nods, taking a moment to sit between his spread legs and kiss him against the head board, hands roaming his chest and stomach.

"And pleasuring you is no terrible task," she reminds him quietly. "I love to do it. I love having you in new ways I haven't considered. I love being wanted by you."

Who wouldn't?

[rosarianoath]

"I always want you," he says. "Even in my darkest moments, I want to press myself against you until we're one."

It hasn't always been true, but it is now. These past few months have felt like a quickening, racing him from misery to the very real potential for joy. He shifts under her touch, hands sliding up her ribs.

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[noburden]

"As you should. I want to be your comfort," she says, crowding him some more, indulging in a slow kiss. "For you are deserving of it. Of gentle hands and a soft place to rest when tired."