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.
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."
"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.
"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."
Her clothed body being so closed to him is tantalizing, almost more erotic than if she were fully nude. He can't keep his hands off her, roving wherever he can reach,
"I want to sleep in your arms the rest of my life..."
"Really," he murmurs, intrigued, palming one breast. He could be pleased just feeling her like this. "I think I am much too excited to sleep now, though..."
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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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"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?
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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.
jill remembering this later like nvm
im already takin notes for later
"I want to sleep in your arms the rest of my life..."
that's my girl
"I have it on good authority that you will."
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