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[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.

[noburden]

They're not apart for long. The moment he rolls, Jill is straddling him, guiding him back inside her and laying belly to belly. She smiles down at him for a moment before kissing him deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth with a hum.

[rosarianoath]

Clive gropes along her hips as she straddles him, the air cool on his wet dick so briefly he imagines they were never parted at all. He lets out a sharp breath as she sinks against him, and he meets that kiss greedily. A shiver runs through him, and his grip on her hips tightens briefly before he grinds her against him.

[noburden]

She gasps against his mouth and rolls her hips. The hand not bracing herself against the pillows palms the side of his neck, thumb on his jaw.

"You're perfect," she moans.

[rosarianoath]

No, he could say, but her love for him makes his heart surge. Imagine, being perfect in her eyes, the most important person who could love him like this. He gazes up at her, at her pale eyelashes, and that little break in the kiss gives him time to gasp: “I’m yours.”

[noburden]

"I thank the heavens for that every night," she tells him, and it may not be an exaggeration. They're meant to be together, forever. She knows that. "We were made for one another, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

“We were,” he agrees, lips just barely off hers. “I want you, always.”

[noburden]

"I can tell," she smiles. "When you come in tired or drunk the first thing you do is reach for me."

It's sweet.

"You gather me up in your arms like I dared to escape."

[rosarianoath]

“I fear I was drunk enough to smother you last night,” he says, hands roving over her ass.

[noburden]

She laughs, kissing his cheek, the corner of his mouth, slowly rocking into him.

"A little. I like it, usually."

[rosarianoath]

“Only usually,” he notes, and he gasps against her cheek as she continues to stroke him with every slow drag inside her. Has he ever felt so lazily love-drunk?

[noburden]

"Which is more often than not!" Ridiculous man. "Smother me, please. It's all I could ever want."

[rosarianoath]

"If I could ever creep in without you noticing," he murmurs, "I'd ensure you'd wake to a the whole of body pressed overtop yours."

Under her, he feels, is just as sweet.