“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.
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.
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.
“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…”
"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.
“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?”
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."
"Oh, there's no question about that. Obedient as you are to your lady, I must also see that you're rested. To better serve me at our usual hours, of course."
This time, there's a playful press of teeth to his shoulder.
“Am I to sleep through you touching yourself, then? Denied the…” Founder, it’s getting harder to string a sentence together with her hands on him like that, with her mouth on his shoulder, the prick of her teeth. “The.. pleasure of even watching?”
Jill kisses his shoulder again before pulling herself away. She needs the space to grope his ass with both hands, giving a little laugh as she shoves him towards the bed.
It’s always funny when she manhandles him, the bulk of her force prompting him to move on her behalf, bending to put his hands down on the mattress and shift forward. He doesn’t know how she wants him; how fun, to let her push him around some more.
“I would not dare suggest so,” he says. “The lady need only consider me when she’s feeling generous.”
"The lady considers you constantly because she loves you immensely," Jill says, very serious until she starts to peel herself out of her clothes. She nearly stumbles over herself as her jeans get stuck on her foot. A hop and a hand on the bed keep her steady.
No more pushing, so he turns over, finding himself a seat on the bed. Just as well when she stumbles — he reaches towards her and she catches herself before he can, so he just chuckles and rids himself of his t-shirt.
“Then the lady ought to interrupt my sleep anyway, when it pleases her to.”
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"Usually, I think myself patient..."
But they have work to do.
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“It’s the lady’s right to set the pace.”
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She makes herself look up at his face.
"You were standing when you took your picture earlier, weren't you?"
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“Very well,” he says, cock bobbing with the movement. “What do I do next?”
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"How did you take the picture when you were alone?"
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"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.
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"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."
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“It’s been a long winter watching television,” he says. He watches her hands, cock getting harder still. “How often should I send them?”
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He breathes a relaxed sigh as she strokes him, weight leaning back against her.
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"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.
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"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."
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“If I am at your command, surely you could wake me,” he says. “I would do your bidding with my first waking thought.”
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This time, there's a playful press of teeth to his shoulder.
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"How greedy of me, hmm?"
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“I would not dare suggest so,” he says. “The lady need only consider me when she’s feeling generous.”
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“Then the lady ought to interrupt my sleep anyway, when it pleases her to.”
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