[Every time she looks down at him between her thighs, she is absolutely certain she could die from this, as she warned him. Distantly, as she revels in how handsome he is (always, but particularly when pleasuring her), she wonders how he simply knows how to touch her, how to kiss her, how deeply to press his finger inside her. Maybe it's sinply from the bond between them or too many daydreams. If there's another answer, she likely doesn't want to know.
Not that she'll ask. There are some things they don't talk about, and sexual experiences are one Jill is happy to leave in the dark.
Right now is all that matters.]
Another finger and you may.
[She teases, breathless. Another sentence for the tally. See, she's not entirely fuckstruck. Only mostly. His one finger feels like two of her slender ones, unable to reach and fill and stretch as his do. She thinks she'll never get herself off again--though memory of tonight may help.]
[ More a matter of enthusiasm and attentiveness than anything to do with finesse; Clive is not a man who can magically find the G-spot in one try. Case in point is how he's less sure about penetration than he was when he had his mouth on Jill, how he stops when he feels her tense and flicks his focus up towards her expression, checking for any nonverbal signs of discomfort.
Another finger, she demands, but he doesn't give it to her right away. Attention is given to letting her acclimate to the one, only making light friction when he's sure that Jill is relaxed enough for it. Once he's more certain that he won't hurt her by ramping up the contact, he fits his ring alongside his middle and starts up a slow, steady rhythm.
This is the first time sex has ever felt like a conversation. Something mutual, something shared. Not a hurried, unspeakable thing to get over with quickly in the dark. ]
...You're alright? [ Checking in, rearing up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of Jill's mouth. ]
[Jill's own exploration of her body leaves much to be desired. One day, they might find her G-spot together. Tonight, she's simply drowning in love given and love for him. Her Clive. She has no fears or worries in his arms, only a desire to make him feel as good as he makes her feel.
When he checks on her, words so sweet while he works her so carefully, she thinks she could cry. No one has ever considered her the way Clive has. It's her turn for misty eyes, smiling as she leans up to kiss him.]
I am. You're perfect, Clive.
[Always. She leans up to kiss hin again, lips parting for a deeper kiss.]
[ He's far from perfect, but hearing Jill use that word as a descriptor for him makes his chest ache with happiness. It only matters that Jill finds him suitable for her; he doesn't need anyone else in the world to share that opinion. Only Jill.
The kiss they share is breathless and deep, open-mouthed and lingering. Clive almost forgets himself entirely in it, his hand stopping with the sort of lazy stutter that says that he's distracted. He remembers himself a few beats later, humming a low sound in the back of his throat in apology, and resumes.
There are probably men who could do this much better, and with more flair. Still, Clive whispers: ] You feel so good, Jill.
[ Even if it's his fingers in her, and not his cock. He could probably come just from pleasuring her, which is a thought that makes his brain spark with happy serotonin; his fingers work faster now, thumb circling her clit as he strokes at her walls. ]
[Other men can't possibly exist when she's in Clive Rosfield's bed. He's everything she could want and more, patient and caring, strong and gentle. Jill groans when their kiss ends but the disappointment turns back into those sounds of pleasure. He really does mean to make her come, first and foremost.
Jill's moans pick up with his speed, teeth pressing into her bottom lip in some effort to remain quiet. The walls have ears, after all, if not gaping holes.
As if to remind them to behave, there are footsteps suddenly thudding up to Clive's door, heavy boots with a purpose behind them. Jill's moaning turns into a gasp, expression somewhere between panicked and pissed because of all times!!
Except the feet at the door seem to think better of knocking. Or perhaps someone nearby is shaking their head furioisly. A moment of hesitation, and the footsteps retreat.]
Founder.
[At some point she had tensed. Now, she sighs, deflating.
One day, perhaps they'll have actual walls. Stone walls.]
[ Of all times. Clearly, no one got the memo that he'd just returned, and that he'd perhaps like a few hours alone with the woman he loves. Clearly!!!
When footsteps recede, he also follows suit in deflating. Shoulders slump, and his weight settles lightly against Jill's front, face nestled against the crook of her neck. The saddest shaggy dog in all of Valisthea. ]
Do you think―?
[ "I should go check", is the rest of that sentence. As much as he just wants to lay here and kiss Jill until the sun comes up, obviously. His fingers draw out of her slowly, near-dejected. ]
[Jill's firm words come with a hard kiss to Clive's hair. Were it truly an emergency, they would have barged right in. It's happened before, though she and Clive would only ever be at his desk. Not fucking in his bed.
She whines--a new sound from her--and mourns the loss of his fingers.]
I'm not done with you.
[... but if he truly wishes to check, she won't stop him.]
[ Gods above and below, he doesn't want to go check. Clive only wavers for a short second, wherein he sits up and glances over his shoulder, making sure that the presence beyond them has fully disappeared; once he's certain that no one is doubling back, he sighs and turns his attention back to Jill and that beautiful frown on her face. ]
This is where I remember that the inns in Dalimil have thick walls.
[ And heavy doors. He laughs about it, exasperated, before dipping down and kissing the peak of her breast once more. ]
Have they ruined your peak for you? Or are you still amenable?
[ Smooth. This, too, is awakening something inside of Clive hereto untouched: being pet like a dog (embarrassing) and succumbing to suggestions delivered by Jill's soft voice (less embarrassing) makes the furnace in the pit of his stomach burn harder. ]
As you wish.
[ His voice lilts a little at the end, amused. It's not a very sexy ordeal, he thinks, as he peels away and swings himself towards the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang off the mattress as he undoes his trousers and pulls them off with his smallclothes. The main event, which he knows is undeniably his cock, hasn't flagged despite the intrusion; it bounces somewhat comically when released from its confines, still very much interested in where all of this is going.
With that done, he turns and crawls back towards Jill, full mast on full display. ]
[He is a Very Good Boy. Jill props herself up a little to look at him, see his cock bound of its prison. As much as she's prepared for it--her eyes do widen. Her mind fills with a dozen images, ideas, desires. And then he's crawling towards her, and she laughs, pleased.
She sits up to kiss him.]
All of you looks like quite the handful. Quite handsome, too.
[Is a cock a thing that can be handsome? Well, apparently. His, at least. Jill would worship all of him if she didn't think it would make him long for the grave. The thought makes her smile widen, and she goes for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth playfully.]
[ He shares her internal question― can a cock be handsome?― but doesn't speak it into existence. Instead, he warms at the compliment and accepts her kiss with trace amounts of sheepishness, not sure what to think of handful. A good thing? A bad thing?
Idly, he imagines what it must be like to fit himself inside Jill. She's so slender; the thought of filling up her tight clutch makes his face warm further, and he slides his hand instinctively over her navel, almost as if to approximate how deep he'd go if he were fully seated. ]
If you'd rather we worked up to it...
[ Sex needn't be all about penetration, is what he's saying. Mindful of her and her levels of comfort, since his anatomy is built in a very simple structure. ]
[Ha. Look, they're allowed to joke about their own silliness. That, and his hand on her stomach tickles when she's not entirely consumed by him. Sweetly, she bumps her nose alongside his, hand coming to rest on his hip, tracing the line of it.]
I'd like to touch you, too. May I, Clive?
[His cock has an obvious opinion about that, but she likes that they're all remaining polite.]
[ It is all rather absurd, how polite he's being. They're neither children nor innocent now, him with thirty-three years under his belt and an erection that's straining very conspicuously between his legs. Briefly, he's mortified with himself when it occurs to him that it might be impolite not to insist on ravishing her, but that moment of self-doubt gets tossed to the wayside when Jill, in turn, very sweetly asks to be obliged.
His cock jumps when she says may I. Very interested. ]
I... yes. [ All of his blood has traveled from his brain to his nethers; he suddenly feels very stupid with lust. ] Of course. I'm yours.
[ Kissing the corner of her mouth as punctuation, affectionate as anything. ]
On your back, then. I want to be able to take my time.
[She gives him a kiss back before she moves, balancing on one elbow. His bed was not made for two people, she thinks--truly, she's amazed it can hold him, let alone the two of them. The wooden frame does protest as the weight shifts from the middle of the bed.
Were they out in the wilds, under the stars, this wouldn't be a problem. They would only need worry about beasts and bandits, not creaking wood, thin walls, and curious neighbors.
[ Take her time??? Creator, help him. He might not survive.
Still, he does as bid. A few pillows get strategically maneuvered to the side to allow him to sink back more comfortably, and he offers one to Jill if she wants it for any cushioning while she also gets into position. Chronically incapable of not tending to her.
Once he's horizontal, with his cock the only thing straining to be otherwise: ] I feel mildly ridiculous.
[ It's like he's advertising how obscenely erect he is. This cannot be sexy for her, surely. ]
[Well, now he knows how she felt before the euphoria made her give not a single fuck about him seeing her from between her legs. Not the most flattering angle, she's sure. She smiles and tucks herself against Clive's side, leg hooking over his, head able to rest on his chest while she gets a perfect view of that erection. She hums before sliding her palm down, over his abs, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.]
Why? I'm so glad I finally get to see you. Admittedly, I've wondered...
[She clears her throat in her attempt not to giggle. She splays her fingers out along his length, letting them both take in how her hand looks against him.]
You really do never disappoint.
[Silly. She turns her face, smiling into his skin.]
[ Oh. Her questing fingers make him shiver, chin tipping back against pillows to release a soft sound up towards the ceiling. That sound is joined shortly thereafter by another, one that's more choked and urgent, when said fingers slip around the base of him.
His eyes flick down to where Jill has him in his grip, and he can swear he feels the rest of his blood go straight down to his groin. Her thin, pale, perfect fingers wrapped around his flushed, drooling cock; it almost feels like he's sullying her.
He breathes his next exhale through his teeth, struggling not to buck up into the cradle of her palm. ]
I've only ever cared to impress you, [ he manages to rasp. He hasn't given much thought to entering literal dick-measuring contests, but if Jill is happy with his size... well. Good. That's truly all that matters. ]
[Oh. Those noises he makes are quite nice. Jill hums, fingers light as she explores his cock, the heat and the hardness and way her fingertips can glide over the leaking tip.]
Will you tell me if I do something you dislike?
[It's almost a tease, her head tipping up so she can kiss his throat. She's glad they can talk and talk freely, but she doubts she can do anything he'd object to--she's as careful with him as he is with her.]
Jill, [ is a soft groan, hips lifting just a sliver off the mattress when she traces him just so. Almost admonishing, because: ]
You could do nothing to me that I'd dislike.
[ She could have him in chains, and he'd still trust her entirely. One arm moves around her shoulders to hug her closer to his chest, and he litters kisses against her hair, her ear, moaning softly against the latter whenever she makes just enough friction to make him see sparks behind his eyelids. ]
Good to know. I'm enjoying this too much, I'm afraid. I might not wish to stop.
[The smile won't leave her face. How could it when he says her name like that? Jill presses a kiss to his chest, slowly stroking him, becoming familiar with the girth and length of him. Taking her time, doting on him, as he did with her.]
I'd wake you like this every morning if I could.
[Alas, she still has her own bed, and they don't often have the opportunity to linger in the mornings. Another thing put away for later. After. When they're all done.]
[ A strange feeling, to be taken care of like this. Unfamiliar, new. Clive feels warm and limp all over, pliant under Jill's careful touch, even despite the way his toes curl whenever her palm glides over a particularly sensitive spot.
It should be impossible to be any harder than he already is, but his cock attempts it. It twitches in her grip, begging for her attention. ]
Mm, [ is a stupid sex-driven noise, but Clive recovers a beat later. ] I want to wake to you near me every day.
[ With or without her hand on his dick, is implicit. Just Jill, tucked by his side, calm and at peace. The sort of luxury neither of them have been afforded their entire lives. ]
[The twitching cock is oddly endearing. At least there's a clear indicator of Clive's enjoyment, Jill thinks, smiling into his skin before kissing his chest. Her fingers slowly move up and down the length of his cock, admiring its heft and heat.]
You're the only person to ever want me simply for me.
[Rosaria took her for insurance. As kind and generous Elwin had been, raising her alongside his boys, Jill always feared that one day she'd hang for the actions of what was left of the North. The Ironborn wanted her for Shiva. For death. Clive only ever looked upon her with kindness, always putting himself between her and danger, even when Ifrit did not heed his call.]
[ He really, really wants to say something meaningful in response. Truly. But she's stroking him and kissing him, and her breasts are soft against his skin, and she smells so nice. He can't imagine a world in which he doesn't want her with every fiber of his ill-conceived being, but the words he'd use to articulate that truth don't quite knit together the way he wants them to.
He puffs through his teeth (his breath feels so hot that he's sure he must be steaming), and runs his hand through Jill's hair. His fingers find the tie keeping her braid intact, and undoes it; blue-gray tangles around his fingers, and he idly thinks about how he might brush it all for her later. ]
You're everything to me, [ he finally breathes out. ] You could let me say it when I have more of my mind back.
[That tie wasn't doing all that much work in keeping her hair from turning into a sweaty rat's nest with all this skin on skin and heat between them. She'll likely need the extra hand to not end up with sore arms and shoulders. And, after all this, she's simply greedy for Clive's touch.
Almost as greedy as she is when it comes to touching him. Keeping her hand on his cock, fingers slowly stroking up and down, she lifts her head to look at him.]
I might. [A smile, fond and pleased.] I've an idea first, though.
[... which involves him losing his mind completely. Or so she hopes. Jill presses a kiss to his sternum, and then lower. The next kiss is lower than the last. He got to use his mouth on her. It's only fair she gets to experience the same.]
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Not that she'll ask. There are some things they don't talk about, and sexual experiences are one Jill is happy to leave in the dark.
Right now is all that matters.]
Another finger and you may.
[She teases, breathless. Another sentence for the tally. See, she's not entirely fuckstruck. Only mostly. His one finger feels like two of her slender ones, unable to reach and fill and stretch as his do. She thinks she'll never get herself off again--though memory of tonight may help.]
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[ More a matter of enthusiasm and attentiveness than anything to do with finesse; Clive is not a man who can magically find the G-spot in one try. Case in point is how he's less sure about penetration than he was when he had his mouth on Jill, how he stops when he feels her tense and flicks his focus up towards her expression, checking for any nonverbal signs of discomfort.
Another finger, she demands, but he doesn't give it to her right away. Attention is given to letting her acclimate to the one, only making light friction when he's sure that Jill is relaxed enough for it. Once he's more certain that he won't hurt her by ramping up the contact, he fits his ring alongside his middle and starts up a slow, steady rhythm.
This is the first time sex has ever felt like a conversation. Something mutual, something shared. Not a hurried, unspeakable thing to get over with quickly in the dark. ]
...You're alright? [ Checking in, rearing up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of Jill's mouth. ]
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When he checks on her, words so sweet while he works her so carefully, she thinks she could cry. No one has ever considered her the way Clive has. It's her turn for misty eyes, smiling as she leans up to kiss him.]
I am. You're perfect, Clive.
[Always. She leans up to kiss hin again, lips parting for a deeper kiss.]
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The kiss they share is breathless and deep, open-mouthed and lingering. Clive almost forgets himself entirely in it, his hand stopping with the sort of lazy stutter that says that he's distracted. He remembers himself a few beats later, humming a low sound in the back of his throat in apology, and resumes.
There are probably men who could do this much better, and with more flair. Still, Clive whispers: ] You feel so good, Jill.
[ Even if it's his fingers in her, and not his cock. He could probably come just from pleasuring her, which is a thought that makes his brain spark with happy serotonin; his fingers work faster now, thumb circling her clit as he strokes at her walls. ]
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Jill's moans pick up with his speed, teeth pressing into her bottom lip in some effort to remain quiet. The walls have ears, after all, if not gaping holes.
As if to remind them to behave, there are footsteps suddenly thudding up to Clive's door, heavy boots with a purpose behind them. Jill's moaning turns into a gasp, expression somewhere between panicked and pissed because of all times!!
Except the feet at the door seem to think better of knocking. Or perhaps someone nearby is shaking their head furioisly. A moment of hesitation, and the footsteps retreat.]
Founder.
[At some point she had tensed. Now, she sighs, deflating.
One day, perhaps they'll have actual walls. Stone walls.]
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When footsteps recede, he also follows suit in deflating. Shoulders slump, and his weight settles lightly against Jill's front, face nestled against the crook of her neck. The saddest shaggy dog in all of Valisthea. ]
Do you think―?
[ "I should go check", is the rest of that sentence. As much as he just wants to lay here and kiss Jill until the sun comes up, obviously. His fingers draw out of her slowly, near-dejected. ]
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[Jill's firm words come with a hard kiss to Clive's hair. Were it truly an emergency, they would have barged right in. It's happened before, though she and Clive would only ever be at his desk. Not fucking in his bed.
She whines--a new sound from her--and mourns the loss of his fingers.]
I'm not done with you.
[... but if he truly wishes to check, she won't stop him.]
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This is where I remember that the inns in Dalimil have thick walls.
[ And heavy doors. He laughs about it, exasperated, before dipping down and kissing the peak of her breast once more. ]
Have they ruined your peak for you? Or are you still amenable?
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What do you think?
[She gives him a look. Leviathan the Lost could pass by the Hideaway and she would still be amenable.
The look quickly turns into something more mischievous.]
Though, if I've lost any momentum... perhaps it would return to me if I were able to see all of you.
[Strip, Clive.]
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As you wish.
[ His voice lilts a little at the end, amused. It's not a very sexy ordeal, he thinks, as he peels away and swings himself towards the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang off the mattress as he undoes his trousers and pulls them off with his smallclothes. The main event, which he knows is undeniably his cock, hasn't flagged despite the intrusion; it bounces somewhat comically when released from its confines, still very much interested in where all of this is going.
With that done, he turns and crawls back towards Jill, full mast on full display. ]
All of me, and nothing more.
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She sits up to kiss him.]
All of you looks like quite the handful. Quite handsome, too.
[Is a cock a thing that can be handsome? Well, apparently. His, at least. Jill would worship all of him if she didn't think it would make him long for the grave. The thought makes her smile widen, and she goes for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth playfully.]
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Idly, he imagines what it must be like to fit himself inside Jill. She's so slender; the thought of filling up her tight clutch makes his face warm further, and he slides his hand instinctively over her navel, almost as if to approximate how deep he'd go if he were fully seated. ]
If you'd rather we worked up to it...
[ Sex needn't be all about penetration, is what he's saying. Mindful of her and her levels of comfort, since his anatomy is built in a very simple structure. ]
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[Ha. Look, they're allowed to joke about their own silliness. That, and his hand on her stomach tickles when she's not entirely consumed by him. Sweetly, she bumps her nose alongside his, hand coming to rest on his hip, tracing the line of it.]
I'd like to touch you, too. May I, Clive?
[His cock has an obvious opinion about that, but she likes that they're all remaining polite.]
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His cock jumps when she says may I. Very interested. ]
I... yes. [ All of his blood has traveled from his brain to his nethers; he suddenly feels very stupid with lust. ] Of course. I'm yours.
[ Kissing the corner of her mouth as punctuation, affectionate as anything. ]
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[She gives him a kiss back before she moves, balancing on one elbow. His bed was not made for two people, she thinks--truly, she's amazed it can hold him, let alone the two of them. The wooden frame does protest as the weight shifts from the middle of the bed.
Were they out in the wilds, under the stars, this wouldn't be a problem. They would only need worry about beasts and bandits, not creaking wood, thin walls, and curious neighbors.
Next time.]
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Still, he does as bid. A few pillows get strategically maneuvered to the side to allow him to sink back more comfortably, and he offers one to Jill if she wants it for any cushioning while she also gets into position. Chronically incapable of not tending to her.
Once he's horizontal, with his cock the only thing straining to be otherwise: ] I feel mildly ridiculous.
[ It's like he's advertising how obscenely erect he is. This cannot be sexy for her, surely. ]
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Why? I'm so glad I finally get to see you. Admittedly, I've wondered...
[She clears her throat in her attempt not to giggle. She splays her fingers out along his length, letting them both take in how her hand looks against him.]
You really do never disappoint.
[Silly. She turns her face, smiling into his skin.]
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His eyes flick down to where Jill has him in his grip, and he can swear he feels the rest of his blood go straight down to his groin. Her thin, pale, perfect fingers wrapped around his flushed, drooling cock; it almost feels like he's sullying her.
He breathes his next exhale through his teeth, struggling not to buck up into the cradle of her palm. ]
I've only ever cared to impress you, [ he manages to rasp. He hasn't given much thought to entering literal dick-measuring contests, but if Jill is happy with his size... well. Good. That's truly all that matters. ]
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Will you tell me if I do something you dislike?
[It's almost a tease, her head tipping up so she can kiss his throat. She's glad they can talk and talk freely, but she doubts she can do anything he'd object to--she's as careful with him as he is with her.]
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You could do nothing to me that I'd dislike.
[ She could have him in chains, and he'd still trust her entirely. One arm moves around her shoulders to hug her closer to his chest, and he litters kisses against her hair, her ear, moaning softly against the latter whenever she makes just enough friction to make him see sparks behind his eyelids. ]
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[The smile won't leave her face. How could it when he says her name like that? Jill presses a kiss to his chest, slowly stroking him, becoming familiar with the girth and length of him. Taking her time, doting on him, as he did with her.]
I'd wake you like this every morning if I could.
[Alas, she still has her own bed, and they don't often have the opportunity to linger in the mornings. Another thing put away for later. After. When they're all done.]
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It should be impossible to be any harder than he already is, but his cock attempts it. It twitches in her grip, begging for her attention. ]
Mm, [ is a stupid sex-driven noise, but Clive recovers a beat later. ] I want to wake to you near me every day.
[ With or without her hand on his dick, is implicit. Just Jill, tucked by his side, calm and at peace. The sort of luxury neither of them have been afforded their entire lives. ]
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You're the only person to ever want me simply for me.
[Rosaria took her for insurance. As kind and generous Elwin had been, raising her alongside his boys, Jill always feared that one day she'd hang for the actions of what was left of the North. The Ironborn wanted her for Shiva. For death. Clive only ever looked upon her with kindness, always putting himself between her and danger, even when Ifrit did not heed his call.]
A rare thing in this world, I think.
[For any pair of lovers.]
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He puffs through his teeth (his breath feels so hot that he's sure he must be steaming), and runs his hand through Jill's hair. His fingers find the tie keeping her braid intact, and undoes it; blue-gray tangles around his fingers, and he idly thinks about how he might brush it all for her later. ]
You're everything to me, [ he finally breathes out. ] You could let me say it when I have more of my mind back.
[ A kiss to the crown of Jill's head. ]
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Almost as greedy as she is when it comes to touching him. Keeping her hand on his cock, fingers slowly stroking up and down, she lifts her head to look at him.]
I might. [A smile, fond and pleased.] I've an idea first, though.
[... which involves him losing his mind completely. Or so she hopes. Jill presses a kiss to his sternum, and then lower. The next kiss is lower than the last. He got to use his mouth on her. It's only fair she gets to experience the same.]
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