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[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."

[noburden]

Very cruel. Jill's back to smiling at his order, however, and looks forward once more. She slowly rubs circles over her clit, tipping her head against his.

"To what end?"

[rosarianoath]

He gives her sides a brief squeeze with his knees, and settles his arms around her waist, holding her in place.

"What other end is there to touching yourself?" he asks. "Recline against me, if you need to."

[noburden]

Her back appreciates him. She sighs, at once comfortable against his chest, and tries to press a kiss to the side of his face.

"Your hands are right here."

[rosarianoath]

He lets her kiss him, if only because he can't resist it, but he must maintain resolve otherwise. His hands stay exactly where they are.

"Touch yourself until you can't anymore, Jill, or I'll tease you far worse," he says.

[noburden]

"Far worse? What does that look like, I wonder?" She asks, still clearly happy despite her whining. She's distracted by him even as she slowly rubs herself. "Tell me, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

"I shall not tell," he replies, nuzzling his nose by her ear, eyes still on her. "You'll only test your luck, as there are many things I could do to you before throwing my hands up and simply denying you outright."

[noburden]

"You only make me all the more curious." She sighs, smile still on her lips as she further relaxes into him, lazily fingering herself.

"I like how we look together," she murmurs quietly, eyes on their forms in the mirror.

[rosarianoath]

"We suit each other, don't we?" Fire and ice, dark and fair, broad and narrow. He dares slide one hand up to engulf one of her breasts in his palm, kneading the flesh boldly.

[noburden]

The sigh that comes out of her when he touches her is louder than she anticipates. She's desperate for him. This really is cruel.

"I've always thought you were my perfect match."

[rosarianoath]

"I fit inside you like no one else," he murmurs. Her fingers are, no doubt, inadequate: he watches them glisten and slip between her lips without the girth or reach he might have. He kisses the side of her head. "Don't get distracted, Jill. I want us to watch you come apart."

[noburden]

She hums in agreement. Her fingers are too slender, even when she slips two, three inside herself.

"He complains, but doesn't offer to help," she teases, working herself. "I truly have crossed a line today."

[rosarianoath]

“I have never heard such moaning about the opportunity to play with yourself,” he says, but there’s no heat there. He noses around her temple still. “I won’t touch your quim again until you finish your show for me, even if it takes weeks.”

[noburden]

"What? Weeks? You're mad," she laughs. He can't be serious.

Except she thinks back to all the times in the past year he's refrained.

He's capable. If he's determined. And he may be, just to win a challenge.

She leans back against him some more and decides she best use both hands.

[rosarianoath]

He takes her weight easily, chuckling under his breath.

“We will see if I’m all that mad,” he says, groping her once more.

His dick is certainly coming to life again too, where it can press against the small of her back.

[noburden]

She feels it. She gives a little wiggle against him, just because she can.

"Do you know," she begins, one hand taking care of her clit while the other teases her entrance, "I have to think of you. I can't finish otherwise. I have to imagine you're making love to me."

[rosarianoath]

He nuzzles the side of her face once more, breathing in deeply as his cock rubs between their bodies. His hand on her breast squeezes again.

“Do you imagine new stories, or couplings we’ve played out before?”

[noburden]

"Both," she admits freely, laughing on the end of a sigh he brings forth with that squeeze. "I have so many memories of you, but I can imagine thousands more."

[rosarianoath]

“Any like this?”

He kisses the side of her neck.

[noburden]

"This is new," she says, watching them in the mirror. Her hands at work don't look nearly as good as Clive does, behind her.

"I like it. Even if I think you may be having too much fun."

[rosarianoath]

"I always have fun with you," he rumbles, bringing up the other hand so he can knead both breasts.

[noburden]

She murmurs in approval. His hands engulf whatever part of her he holds.

"I don't think you have fun when I choke on the size of you," she laughs softly. Too soon? "But I enjoy a challenge. I found that very enjoyable."

[rosarianoath]

He gives a quiet, displeased hum, but he doesn't stop touching her, watching the way her tits move under her dress.

"There are other parts of you better suited for taking me," he says.