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[noburden]

A rare thing, an order from him, and it makes her smile as she obeys. She lets him feel the warmth of the flat of her tongue before she delicately swirls it around the head, watching him for further instruction, verbal or not.

[rosarianoath]

He hadn't expected her to actually do it, and that she does makes him hesitate. Is he allowed to do this? The sheer pleasure of it spurs him forward anyway, any concern dying on his tongue as she laves her tongue over him.

"That's it," he murmurs, and he presses takes his cock in hand, his fingers engulfing hers, to guide it against her tongue. "May I tell you more?"

[noburden]

She knows him. This doesn't come easily, commanding her, even if she doesn't find it demanding at all.

"Please," she tells him, letting his cock fall from her lips so she can speak. She smiles up at him, hoping he can see how sincerely pleased she is. "Tell me everything, Clive. I want to do as you ask."

Because even if he thinks he's demanding, she knows she can say no. She knows he considers her. She loves him for it.

[rosarianoath]

Clive draws a quick little breath as her mouth draws away and the cool air hits her lingering spit, and he has to quash the fear of now being responsible for ordering her around. What was he thinking? He's a hard hand with soldiers, not women, especially not her.

But she wants it. He trusts that.

He runs his hand over the back of her head. His broad palm engulfs the entire back of her skull. He draws breath again, steadying himself.

"Hands on your thighs," he says. "And keep them there. You can only use your mouth until I say so."

[noburden]

It's a fun game to her. She knows it carries more weight for him, and so Jill is sure to meet his eyes with a smile and a nod of understanding. Her hands rest on her thighs as he asks.

"Will you help me, then?" She asks, opening her mouth for him. She's excited and eager and she prays he sees it in her eyes. There's nothing to worry about here.

[rosarianoath]

He almost goes red in the face, looking at her looking up at him, mouth open, tongue pink. He could come on her face. The thought gets stuck in his head immediately.

"You want me to set the pace, then," he says, "use your mouth for my pleasure."

[noburden]

"I do," she agrees. "I still have my tongue. I'll follow your lead."

Teamwork.

"I'll let you know if I need a break."

Just in case, to put his mind at ease.

[rosarianoath]

“Clutch my leg,” he agrees, and he takes himself in hand to guide himself back to her mouth, the underside of the fat head of his cock smearing against her tongue on the way in. He watches intently, tense and hot, his other hand still on the back of her head.

[noburden]

She does clutch his leg, glad for the balance, her thumb rubbing affectionately back and forth against his skin. She hums softly as he enters her mouth again, and she watches his face as she eagerly sucks on the tip of his cock.

[rosarianoath]

He hesitates when she touches him –– it isn't what he meant, and clarifying feels embarrassing, but he's sure she'll find some way to let him know. He's sure he'd notice, cautious as he is.

But the thought doesn't last long, because he's sinking shallowly into her mouth, and he keeps it shallow as he eases in and out, testing out a comfortable pace.

[noburden]

He's more careful than she likes, but she knows he needs to ease himself into this. She worries he'll spook himself, or misinterpret a look in her eyes, or overthink. Say he doesn't need this, or pull away and try to go down on her instead.

All she can do is hum again, tongue there to greet him each time he moves his hips.

[rosarianoath]

So far, so good. He gives himself over to the feeling a bit more, letting himself press into her mouth a little deeper, a little more selfishly. His fingers thread through her hair, and there’s a rumble of a groan as he looks down at her, the hollowing of her cheeks as he sinks into her mouth.

[noburden]

Jill moans, truly enjoying the fact that he's letting this happen. She's eager for more, but the last thing she wants to do is something that might make him fret or worry about hurting her--so all she can do is look up at him, affection and lust in her gaze in equal measure.

[rosarianoath]

She sounds she's making make his already-pounding heart skip a beat, the subtle vibration of it running right from his dick to the flush on his face. He rocks in a little deeper, a little quicker, letting out a little moan as the underside of his cock slips against her tongue. When he's deep enough that he doesn't need to hold his cock to guide it, he cups his fingers along the underside of her chin, where he can feel the flex of her jaw with every stroke of his cock. The way she looks at him...

"I wonder how deep you can take me, upright like this..."

[noburden]

She thinks she could happily do this every day if only to see him look as he does now, growing more and more comfortable. At his pondering, she hums, eyes bright at the challenge accepted.

She shifts her weight on her knees to better position herself--an invitation for him to try and see. She thinks she can take him.

[rosarianoath]

She wants this. He can see it plain on her face, and it makes him excited to chase the opportunity down. He fucks her mouth faster, creeping deeper, until exuberance drives him to push in to hit the back of her throat... with inches left to spare.

[noburden]

She wants this, adores this, but her throat is not entirely devoid of a gag reflex, especially at this angle. The moment his cock tickles the back of her throat she can feel her body tense despite her efforts to fight it, and full contact has her throat constricting. She's still mindful of her teeth around him as she chokes, pulling back to cough, tip of his dick bouncing off her chin as she leans away.

[rosarianoath]

Clive withdraws like he's been shocked, a panic surging in him the moment he feels her resist.

"My apologies," he says, mortified, sinking to his knees in front of her. "Jill, I shouldn't have... are you alright?"

[noburden]

Her cheeks are flushed, but by the time he's on the floor with her, she's laughing.

"No, none of that. I'm fine," she assures him, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. "I've a new challenge to conquer, I see."

[rosarianoath]

Her laughter is both steadying and nerve-wracking in a way he can't put to coherent thought. Is this supposed to be funny? He bites back more apologies.

"You choked," he says.

[noburden]

"I did," she says. She can already tell he's spooked. Her hand moves from his arm to his face, thumb moving over his cheek.

"And no harm has come from it. I was enjoying myself. You were, too."

Until his giant dick choked her. It's fine. She forgives it.

[rosarianoath]

She doesn’t look any worse for wear, but the noise sticks in his brain with tiny hooked claws. Maybe he shouldn’t have held her head.

“I was,” he says, guiltily. He can feel himself flagging, and disappointing her in the process. “Normally when you take me into your mouth I do not hold you so roughly…”

When he lets her at all, anyway.

[noburden]

"You weren't holding me roughly. Had I moved away in the slightest you would have released me. And you did," she reminds him. She looks into his eyes as she holds his face.

"You've done worse by rolling onto my hair in our bed."

She has a lot of hair.

[rosarianoath]

“A worse crime than stepping on Torgal’s paw,” he jokes feebly, and he takes his cock in hand once more and idly strokes it, hoping to preserve what’s left of the mood. He shifts his face in her hands just enough to kiss her palm, eyes on hers. “I’ll try again for you, my love, but perhaps in bed instead.”

[noburden]

Jill says nothing, but moves closer to kiss him. Something soft and sweet becomes more insistent as she drops her hand from his face and to his cock, trying to shoo him away so she can stroke him.