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[rosarianoath]

It's odd, feeling her weight shifting under hands like this, and the thought that she's willing to struggle to see it through makes him that much eager to put her through her paces. He can often only imagine being wanted that much.

"Oh, my lady..." Her pet name sounds far less cute when he's growling it. "There you go..."

[noburden]

Less cute, but no less alluring. The praise fuels her, and she does her best to work him to the back of her throat, slowly and carefully, not wanting a repeat of the last time.

Which truly was nothing terrible of note--for her. He might not agree if she chokes again.

[rosarianoath]

He's lost in it fast enough that he doesn't notice just how deep she is until he feels the head of his cock bump into the back of her throat. A little shout slips out of him, hot and hungry for it, and his nerves feel wrung between worry and pleasure. He gasps, his free hand going to her shoulder. He's not sure if he means to stop her or just steady himself, but he holds her nonetheless, trying not to spill on the spot.

[noburden]

She stills, just for a moment, to make sure he isn't trying to stop her. And then she moves again, pulling back and drawing him in again, right to the back of her throat. She can feel every vein in his cock in her mouth and she moans quietly against him.

[rosarianoath]

He gasps, loud and ragged, breath suddenly heaving. His grip on her wrists tightens.

"I'm about to spend," he warns her.

[noburden]

She knows. She's seen him come enough times to know his tells, though she does appreciate the warning.

She thinks she can probably take him at the back of her throat. If she chokes, she chokes, but the attempt would be well worth it in her books. She moans again, letting him feel the flat of her tongue as she works him, then takes him deeply once more.

[rosarianoath]

Clive makes a choking noise himself when he makes to pull back and she just draws him in again, deep and hot and strong, but he comes with another gasp before he really can pull away, making no effort to quiet himself.

[noburden]

Didn't he want to be swallowed whole?

The benefit of him being all the way back is that when he comes, it immediately begins to slide down her throat. Jill swallows, and swallows, trying to absorb the delicious sounds he makes while not forgetting to breathe. He really could smother her like this. Drown her, and then he'd never let her have her way with him again.

Luckily for them both, she doesn't choke. She eagerly milks him with her mouth, and hardly gives him time to think before her tongue is making sure nothing remains.

And yes, she is quite proud of herself.

[rosarianoath]

He's immediately afraid, but she keeps him down, and he can't stop coming. He just gasps his way through the whole thing, vision blurring out, everything else in the world stopping as he focuses on the way her throat moves around his cock as she swallows his cum.

"Jill," he says, near scolding, but it feels too good.

[noburden]

She's cleaned herself up enough times to have an idea of how much he typically spends, but it feels different when down her throat as opposed to on a washcloth. Still, she enjoys it, because it's her doing.

Once she's sure nothing is going to splatter anywhere, she lets him fall from her mouth.

"Ye--" She clears her throat, the sound thick. "Yes?"

[rosarianoath]

"I thought you were going to pull back," he says, but how can he complain? He releases her wrists, remaining hunched over her. "I didn't want to..." Whatever. He takes her face between her hands to kiss her immediately.

[noburden]

Jill smiles into the kiss. Everything is fine. No reason for upset.

"Are you upset, Clive?" She asks, teasing. "I've been testing your patience all day."

[rosarianoath]

"You're trying your hardest," he rumbles, and he pulls away to straighten up. "You want consequences, don't you?"

[noburden]

Oh. Perhaps they're still playing. Jill smiles, sitting on her legs to give her knees a rest, but remaining on the floor.

"It's only fair."

[rosarianoath]

He nods, and has to pause to think. Without her mouth on him, his mind feels cleared. He knows what he'd do as a commander. He's not sure what he's allowed to do to her, so he just looks down at her, expression serious.

"Are you wet?"

[noburden]

She almost gives him a look--he knows how easily she gets worked up--but reels it in. She nods.

"Yes, I am."

[rosarianoath]

He nods again, setting his gaze on hers.

"How wet?"

[noburden]

"Dripping," she replies easily. "You do that to me, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

"Perhaps I'll do something about it," he says, standing up straight, eyes still on hers. He can feel the flush on his face but his voice remains steady. "Sit on your bottom. Face the mirror."

[noburden]

Intrigued, Jill gives him a smile before doing as told. She looks at him through the mirror.

"And now?"

[rosarianoath]

He straightens up again, watching her through the mirror, the length of her dress still modestly covering her legs. His gaze drifts to its hem.

"Show me," he says. "Part your legs and pull up your skirts."

[noburden]

That's a new request. Jill's smile grows, and she slowly reaches down for the hem of her dress without hesitation. She slides the skirt up her thighs, parting her legs as she does so.

She has panties on beneath, the color darker on the crotch from moisture.

"Like this, Clive?"

[rosarianoath]

He doesn't reply for a moment, instead standing over her, eyes fixed on the buckle of the wet fabric against her nether lips, the seam between her thigh and her flushed groin. Both of his hands briefly tense into balls.

"Pull your panties aside," he says, steadily, none too eager. This is an inspection, now. An assessment of readiness. He swallows the last of his nervousness. "And then part your lips with your fingers."

[noburden]

Meanwhile, Jill can't keep the smile off her face. With one hand behind her to brace her upright, she reaches between her legs to move her panties. Then, slowly, her fingers do as told.

She tips her head back to look at him from where she sits.

"And now, my love?"

[rosarianoath]

He looks at the glistening reddened flesh and swallows his breath. If he wasn't freshly drained, he might pop another hard-on right that second, but he's glad not to give her the satisfaction.

"Even if I tell you, what are the odds you'll listen?" he asks, just to be coy.