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[noburden]

"You're very obedient for me," Jill says, nuzzling her nose against his with a happy hum. Her hands are less innocent, pulling at his waistband, fingers slipping in to touch warm skin along the line of his hip. "I don't doubt it."

[rosarianoath]

He groans under his breath, eyes half-lidded as he looks at her, feels her touch. He presses himself against her.

“I’ll be so patient. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

[noburden]

She smiles with a cant of her head. Oh, she knows.

"Oh? Then tell me what you were thinking of, when you were taking that picture for me."

Her slender fingers gently wrap around the subject of said picture. Jill tries not to think of how she almost died opening that picture in public.

[rosarianoath]

Clive, oblivious to the psychic damage inflicted upon his beloved, tries to resist the urge to just rut into her palm.

“I wanted you to look at it,” he says. “And want it.”

[noburden]

Jill, meanwhile, resists the urge to ask if he even looked at the picture before he sent it.

"I do. I always do," she says, giving him all of one stroke before pulling her hand out of his pants. "I'd love to look some more, though."

And do a very quick lesson in dick pics.

[rosarianoath]

“You can,” he says, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and pressing a hot kiss to her pulse. “I’ll show you right now, if you’ll allow me that.”

[noburden]

"If you'll be so kind as to take me to our bed," Jill laughs, so often looking for any excuse for Clive to manhandle her. She even helps by wrapping her arms around his neck, ready to be hoisted up.

[rosarianoath]

“Yes, my lady.” He stoops just enough to scoop her up, and hesitates for a split second. He ought to take her into his arms like a bride, but the temptation to splay her legs around his waist rides high. Should he? No. Bridal style it is, and he lifts her high in his arms, holding her tight. To bed they go, just a short trip down the hall, and he sets her down on their bed like she’s made of gold.

[noburden]

Playful. Light. Important things to keep in mind as she hopes to encourage him to be a better photographer. There's mischief in Jill's eyes as she looks at him once she's placed down, and she reaches forward to yank down his sweats.

"Usually, I think myself patient..."

But they have work to do.

[rosarianoath]

He takes a sharp little breath in as she abruptly bares him from the waist — there’s nothing underneath. But it quickly turns into a chuckle under his breath, and he helps her take them the rest of the way down.

“It’s the lady’s right to set the pace.”

[noburden]

There's the cock she knows and loves. Not whatever he sent her. Jill admires him for a moment. Beautiful.

She makes herself look up at his face.

"You were standing when you took your picture earlier, weren't you?"

[rosarianoath]

“I was,” he confirms, kicking the last of his sweatpants to the floor and putting a knee onto the bed so he can join her.

[noburden]

"Ah ah," she says, pushing him back. "I want us to practice pictures. Standing."

[rosarianoath]

Clive eases back obediently, moving with the touch of her hands.

“Very well,” he says, cock bobbing with the movement. “What do I do next?”

[noburden]

Jill gets to her feet, wrapping her arms around him from behind, hand going to stroke him.

"How did you take the picture when you were alone?"

[rosarianoath]

“Ahh…” He just stands there, looking down at his cock and her hand on it, miming holding his phone at navel height. “It’s already a pretty picture with you there…”

[noburden]

Jill chuckles from around his shoulder.

"It is, isn't it? You could take the picture from a little higher... I like seeing your belly, too."

What belly. He's all abs. Jill gives them a pat with her other hand.

[rosarianoath]

“I could manage that,” he says, watching her other hand slide around to touch him. “And make sure my belly never hangs in the way.”

[noburden]

She huffs out a laugh.

"I think that would be my doing, no?"

Jill loves to feed him. Her hand smooths over his stomach, and she hums in approval.

"I can't wait to have more pictures."

[rosarianoath]

Now is not the time to tell her there’s a take-out burger wrapper stuffed in the garbage, under other things so she doesn’t see it. He just chuckles.

“It’s been a long winter watching television,” he says. He watches her hands, cock getting harder still. “How often should I send them?”

[noburden]

"Every time I'm out of sight. Is that too much?" She asks, amused. She likes stroking him while she's fully clothed. It feels especially naughty.

[rosarianoath]

“I might struggle to take so many pictures,” he says. “But for my lady…”

He breathes a relaxed sigh as she strokes him, weight leaning back against her.

[noburden]

She presses her lips to his shoulder.

"You can take many some morning and send me a few each day," she says. It's not cheating. Nudity is nudity, and if the dick pics don't improve, she can see where exactly he's struggling. "See what you've done? You've created a monster, Clive."

Like she's not incessantly thirsty for him anyway.

[rosarianoath]

“You’re usually there in the morning,” he says, a hand sliding overtop the one on his abs. His eyes flutter closed. “You can just see it for yourself… what will you do with all these pictures?”

[noburden]

His hand dwarfs hers. He's so much bigger than her, yet she finds so much pleasure in simply holding him.

"Look at them when you're out hunting and I miss you, I suppose. Or when you're sleeping peacefully and I haven't the heart to wake you for my perversions," she teases. "Or perhaps save them and look upon them when we're old."