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[noburden]

Her nails are digging into her palms and she wishes she could hold onto him, clutch his back, drag her fingers through his hair. All she can do is flex her thighs around him, gasping and writhing beneath him with the next thrust.

She's sure to catch his eyes, let him see the pleasure in hers. The love.

"My Clive," she manages to pant off his lips, voice soft.

[rosarianoath]

My Jill. Last time he'd been rough with her, he'd had the misfortune of his mind handing the reins to his baser instincts, and it's a surprise to see –– and remember –– how much she enjoys it. He finds himself gasping, his own pleasure threatening to take over baser thought again, and he hammers away at her, again and again, his torso lowering closer and closer to hers as he sinks to an elbow to kiss her more easily.

[noburden]

She loves him, she loves his strength, she loves the hitch of his breathing, she loves how he could so easily crush her with his weight. She loves when she can tell his pleasure is winning over the thoughts that must be swirling around in his head. As much as she loves to be railed, she wants him to enjoy the simple fact that he's free to let go.

And she hopes her own pleasure, her own gasps and moans against his mouth, encourages him. And if that doesn't, the fact that she climaxes as they're belly to belly should. It comes quick, but hard, and even muffled her cry is louder than even she would allow knowing they're not home alone.

[rosarianoath]

Founder, it's so good to feel her come, her body smothered under his and his hips jackhammering away, the wet squeeze all around him. But it takes him a second to shift, just to clasp a hand over her mouth hard, smothering the sound best he can. His heart just about explodes, but what's done is done, and he just keeps fucking her through it.

[noburden]

The speed and force of his hand over her mouth makes her laugh, and it's a strange (muffled) squeak because she's being fucked as her body continues to pulse around his cock. It nearly makes her laugh more.

[rosarianoath]

He slows, not for exhaustion but simply for the sound she makes –– strangled and odd, and he looks at her with some alarm. If it weren't for the delight in her eyes, he'd spring off her, but as is, he just slows, breathing hard, hand still over her mouth. He can't help but smile, anxious as he is.

[noburden]

She knows him. He can't hide the alarm or make her forget she saw it. Pinned and gagged, essentially, there's little she can do but look at him and try and kiss his palm. She's having a great time.

[rosarianoath]

Clive shifts his weight onto one elbow, stilling in her flush to the hips, looking down at her. He lets his grip on her face ease, and when he's sure she isn't going to be screaming like a cat in heat, he lets it fall away entirely so he can kiss her instead.

[noburden]

"I love you," she says between one kiss and the next. A normal volume. "You feel wonderful."

[rosarianoath]

"I'm glad," he says, relieved, the hand that was on her mouth resting on her chest, over her heart. "I love you too."

[noburden]

"You always take such good care of me," she reminds him.

[rosarianoath]

He nods, short and curt.

"Do you think you'll be sore?"

[noburden]

She nods.

"But we're not done." Soreness can set in later. Jill leans up to kiss him hungrily, hand on the back of his neck.

[rosarianoath]

Somewhere, at the back of his head, he remembers that he hasn't come; he's still hard as a rock inside of her, and that kiss and tug to her is a kick in the ass. He groans against her lips, his hand shifting to squeeze one of her breasts.

[noburden]

"Shh," she sounds with a smile. He's not being loud, but she's feeling cheeky.

[rosarianoath]

“You’re one to talk,” he murmurs, amused, daring to draw his hips back from her.

[noburden]

She makes a soft noise of pleasure, a needy thing, wanting him to thrust into her again. Nothing too loud. Yet.

"It's your fault."

[rosarianoath]

He rocks back into her, slower.

“I control you, do I?”

[noburden]

Jill groans, just barely keeping it quiet.

"You're my master."

[rosarianoath]

That sends a cold shiver down his spine, and he’s not sure whether to pull back or lean in. For a heartbeat he just presses back into her, eyes lowered, and then, quiet and serious:

“Will you do anything I ask?”

[noburden]

"Yes," she replies without hesitation, brushing her fingers through his hair when she realizes he's not meeting her gaze. "... within reason. I can't imagine you ever asking for too much."

She's happy to call him her master because she knows how much he loves her.

[rosarianoath]

He leans into her touch, and finally drags his eyes back to hers. He can live with that answer. He doesn’t love it, but if it’s what she wants, he can play in that realm.

“Up on your knees, then.”

[noburden]

She begins to move, but not before holding his face for a kiss.

"On my knees," she repeats with a smile, doing as she's told.

[rosarianoath]

Clive allows her that quick kiss, and then helps her turn over, hands palming over her hips.

“Hands on the headboard,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"Hands on the headboard..." She repeats, smiling back at him as she does just that. "Am I doing this right?"