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[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.

[noburden]

Jill huffs out a laugh.

"I might. I've disobeyed you enough today, haven't I?" She teases.

But maybe she's feeling particularly defiant.

[rosarianoath]

"I have never known your spirit to be so easily satisfied," he says, and he can't help a little curl to the corner of his mouth. He hums under his breath, looking at the squish of her lips as they splay around her fingers. They look soft. "Pull back the hood on your little button. I want to see that, too."

[noburden]

She loves him. Jill turns her eyes back to the mirror, shifting her fingers to expose herself. Truthfully, she's never taken a particularly good look at herself in a mirror before. She's quiet for a moment, examining.

[rosarianoath]

He's seen her bared much, much closer than this, but he's never had the opportunity to linger much. A few times he's quietly lingered to look at her while she's slept with a leg wound around the blankets or her nightdress askew, but never split open like this, or with her attention.

"What does it feel like, when you touch it?"

[noburden]

That's her Clive rather than a role to play. The question is one she's never heard before, and for a moment she simply touches herself, searching for an adequate answer.

"It feels like... what I imagine touching the head of your cock feels like. Sensitive. Needy, sometimes. Depending on my mood."

She glances up at his face.

"And far better when it's you touching it rather than myself."

[rosarianoath]

He hums some acknowledgement again, sure that her little clit must be far more powerful, given the way she reacts sometimes when he touches it. He sinks down to crouch behind her, still looming over her shoulder, close to her back but not quite touching.

"Once it starts, it's difficult to ignore," he says. His mouth hovers close to her ear. "I might have touched you now if you hadn't been so unruly."

[noburden]

"Clive," Jill says, half laugh, half exasperation. It's that easy. He's so close, yet so far. She turns a little to look back at him, all but pouting.

"That's cruel."

[rosarianoath]

He decides to settle in, sitting down right behind her, bracketing her with his spread legs.

"You ought to have considered that earlier," he says, hunching to rest his chin on her shoulder, nudging her back to look at herself in the mirror. "Keep touching yourself."