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[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?"

[rosarianoath]

He sits back on his heels for a second to just look at her, gaze roving from the slope of her back to the cleft of her ass, and he reaches palm between her legs. His fingers spread around the wetness. He breathes in sharply. He feels almost dizzy, looking at her on display.

“Yes,” he says, seriously. “You have to keep your hands there until I say otherwise.”

[noburden]

She sighs at his touch. Still sensitive, but still wanting.

"Anything for you," she says, turning her head so her hair falls over a shoulder. "I'm yours."

[rosarianoath]

He works a finger inside her, just enough to wet his finger thoroughly, and then withdraws. His eyes don’t leave the back of her head for an instant.

“You are mine,” he agrees.

And then, with no preamble, he gives her a gentle swat on the bottom with the flat of his palm.

[noburden]

The swat earns him a little yelp. It didn't hurt, but it does surprise her, and she laughs.

"Fiesty tonight, are you?"

[rosarianoath]

She’s laughing. It should be fine. He still feels his ears burn.

“Only because I haven’t spent yet,” he says, rallying to keep his voice serious. He shifts behind her, close but not quite touching, one thick finger tracing up the cleft of her ass.

[noburden]

She knows him well enough to know he's outside of his comfort zone. What else can she do but sound eager and smile back at him?

"And where do you hope to do that?"

Her back arches, trying to press towards him.

[rosarianoath]

Clive looks at her face, the confidence in her smile. He has to tether himself there, as his finger traces down to her cunt, and then back up until it settles on the pucker of her asshole.

“If the lady would oblige her master…”

[noburden]

"I would. Happily," she adds. Before, he had been convinced he hurt her. She'd felt terrible that he thought such a thing, but often it feels like once his mind is decided, no amount of reassurance from her will change it. That he's initiating this makes her heart swell with affection for him.

Still, she has to bite back the urge to ask him if he's sure. She is.

[rosarianoath]

He isn’t sure, but he knows by now that the only way out of fear is to face it. (A comedic thing, considering his aim here, but it is what it is.)

“Good girl,” he mutters, pressing that slickened finger into her to the first knuckle, slow and cautious.

[noburden]

Those words, said by him, makes her body hum as much as his touch.

"I do like being a good girl for you, Clive," she says. "As tempting as it is to disobey..."

[rosarianoath]

Deeper still, still slow. He shifts in closer, nearly flush with her, his free hand coming around to play with her clit.

“You have to be good tonight,” he says, looking down at his finger sinking into her. His cock bobs against her ass, too, hard and red. “If you don’t… this game will end.”

[noburden]

She breathes out, fingers tightening on the headboard as he works her from two angles. A part of her, and great part of her, already wants to beg him to fuck her.

"I'll be good. I swear," she says. "Anything you ask of me."

[rosarianoath]

He feels cruel, easing the thicker taper of his finger into her asshole, but she sounds like she likes it, and she feels like she wants it…

After a moment, he pulls his finger out and takes his cock in his fist and lines the head up with her asshole.

[noburden]

If she wasn't being good, doing as she's told, she'd reach back to touch him in some sort of reassurance. She knows he's worrying about one thing or another.

"Slowly, like with your finger... you won't hurt me."

She wouldn't hesitate to tell him to stop, if so, but she knows the mere fact that it could happen at all would ruin the man's whole day.

[rosarianoath]

Clive looks down at the head of his cock pressed snugly against her, and the resistance strikes the sensitive skin in a way his calluses don’t allow. He swallows his breath and steels himself to press forward… but doesn’t. He adjusts course, pressing into her cunt instead with only a soft groan.

[noburden]

Not quite where she expected him to go. Jill glances back at him, hands still on the headboard.

"Anything you desire," she reminds him. If he wishes to make a home there, then so be it.

[rosarianoath]

He folds himself over her as he presses deep, his fingers still working her clit. He imagines he can feel her disappointment through her skin, so he just kisses the back of her neck, burying his nose in her hair.

“I desire you in every way a man can,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

She groans, back arching , hips pressing into him.

"I want you to have me in whatever way you want. You know how happy that makes me," she reminds him. He's always so focused on her. A lovely thing, but also disappointing when she wants to see him find as much pleasure as she does.

[rosarianoath]

He nods against her, rutting into her harder and harder, his free hand grasping the headboard too so he doesn’t knock her face against it. His brows knit tightly.

“I’ve had you in so many of those ways already…”

[noburden]

Having a conversation while being railed is a little difficult, but this is important.

"You could never ask me for too much, Clive. I'm happy to make love with you."

That's what it all is, ultimately, to her. No matter how hard they're fucking or what hole.

[rosarianoath]

He gasps against her neck — how funny that her happiness feels as pleasurable as any stroke, any touch. He presses into her harder.

“I don’t want to take too much,” he mutters, barely audible.

[noburden]

She still hears him. It's only a confirmation of what she knows is on his mind.

"I have so much to give. You could never take too much, my love," she murmurs, and her hand moves along the bedframe to bump into one of his. "You've never come close."

[rosarianoath]

Rutting away at her for the second time tonight feels overwhelmingly good even without her speaking tenderly, and he briefly wishes he had four more arms so he could paw at every part of her. Her breasts, her mouth, her hips, all of it. He could cling to her and hold her close forever.

He shifts his grip on the headboard to clasp his hand over hers, fingers curling tight around hers. And then, with a gasp, he comes in her, pressing forward and deep, weight bearing down on her.