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[rosarianoath]

He presses back, his cock stiff against the underside of her thigh.

"I want to be..."

[noburden]

"You could. If only just to be closer..."

It wouldn't be the worst way to cuddle.

[rosarianoath]

"I don't want to stop touching you," he mutters, continuing to rub circles, firmer now. His other arm, pinned between her and the bed, folds in tighter around her chest. "Guide me in."

[noburden]

"Greedy."

She clicks her tongue as if she isn't. Jill reaches down to move her panties lower, then reaches behind her thigh to stroke him. She takes a moment to simply touch him, too.

[rosarianoath]

He chuffs quietly into her hair, and the touch of her fingers sends a little shiver through him; her hand is cool, the press of her body against him invigorating. He tilts his hips against her, pressing into her hand, blindly towards her.

[noburden]

She hums quietly as she guides him between her thighs. Not inside her, not just yet, but a warm space near his fingers.

[rosarianoath]

It may not be inside her, but it’s friction nonetheless, and he rubs his cock against her mindlessly, breathing heavily against the top of her head.

“Jill…”

[noburden]

"This is what you wanted last night, hmm?"

With how drunk he was she doubts they would have managed. Good things come to those who wait, apparently.

[rosarianoath]

His mind sluggishly tries to dig up whatever memory lingers from the night before.

“Every night,” he mumbles. “I would be inside you all the time… you feel like paradise…”

[noburden]

"If only we could," she says, amused, and gives them both what they want by guiding him inside her. He slips in easily, and she groans. He's made for her.

[rosarianoath]

He presses forward as soon as his cockhead brushes her entrance, and he presses slow and deep, his finger pads still against her clit. He gives a long and none-too-quiet moan, barely having the sense to turn his head into the pillow to muffle it.

[noburden]

How wonderful his sounds are, and that he still moans like it's the first time he's felt her. Jill moans too, albeit much more quietly, wishing to hear him.

"We could sleep like this," she murmurs.

[rosarianoath]

He turns his head back to breathe heavily into her hair instead, barely dragging out of her at all before pressing right back in. She feels incredible.

"I could," he admits. He's still tired. "But I want you to come..."

[noburden]

She moans under her breath. She could come just from his words.

"I wish I could know the number of times you've made me come this past year," she muses. "Hundreds, do you think?"

[rosarianoath]

“Some nights I’ve brought you multiple…” He presses a brief kiss to her scalp. “And others none at all… we best aim for a thousand to be sure.”

[noburden]

"And even if you fall short of your goal, no doubt I'd be the most satisfied woman in all of Valisthea," she says wryly.

[rosarianoath]

He closes his eyes, letting the feel of her subsume him entirely. The slickness of her all around him, the slide of her flesh under the pad of his finger. The sound of wet skin on skin.

"I'd have you satisfied ten times a day if we had the time."

[noburden]

"I think I'd go numb or be all too sensitive," she sighs. "There's only so much pleasure one can take."

[rosarianoath]

"Five, then," he murmurs, and he drags out of her slowly before rocking back in.

[noburden]

"Five has left me with weak legs for the day," she teases, though there's some truth to that. Experience. She reaches back to touch his face. "Very dangerous with all these stairs."

[rosarianoath]

He turns his head to her hand, kissing her palm.

“I could not bear to dream of touching you less than that on our best days…”

[noburden]

"Most days are our best days now, aren't they?" She asks, fingers brushing over his cheek.

[rosarianoath]

"I hope so," he says. Despair doesn't feel too far behind him, but it's easy to forget, wrapped around her as he is. He leans into her harder, his weight against her back. "And so it should remain."

[noburden]

She moans at the increase in pressure, the lazy joining of their bodies.

"I think you should get on your back," she murmurs, finding some of his hair and giving a gentle tug. "Let me look at you."

[rosarianoath]

He is loathe to separate from her, but he loves to take a request: he groans and slowly pulls his hand from her and eases off her so he can roll onto his back. His cock slides from her in the process, bouncing against her bare thigh.

“As you wish,” he breathes.