[Her hands slide down his back and up again as his hand moves up her thigh and over her hip. He’ll be able to feel the soft cloth of her under garments during his exploration.
She was listening to his words, spoken in her ear. It made her heart feel full. She had prayed so many times to see him again, both at home and here. Her prayers had been answered at last.]
Mm. It’s only right, isn’t it?
[His touch and kisses were like a slow torture in the best way. She had nothing to compare it to, but to just feel the heat of him made her restless.]
[Jill's hands bring him comfort amid all his tension and he sighs against her skin, relaxing somewhat. To have another opportunity to touch her and be touched by her... Clive doesn't take any of it for granted and he makes sure to remember what she feels like under his fingers when he moves his hand up again.
Her undergarments don't go unnoticed, but Clive doesn't rush to relieve Jill of them. Speed is not his intention here, but rather making Jill feel treasured.
Because she is, even if he hasn't yet found the words to tell her.]
Only right?
[But he is only so patient. His fingers slip under the waistband over her hip and he tugs them down just slightly, enough for him to touch her more, if also to give her time to back out if she chooses. Not that Clive expects her to. He doesn't want her to, either, but that's not his choice.]
[She would have elaborated further but his hands are once again very distracting. She might even be more than happy to help him tug her underwear down her thighs but he seems to be fine without much assistance from her. He also seems to have a grasp of where she wanted him to touch her before she even thought to vocalize it. When he does finally touch her, she lets out a soft shaky breath. She isn't nervous in the slightest. Even less so because it's him.
She wanted to drag that feeling out - that they could just be themselves without the burdens of their roles in some grander scheme. She wanted him to just be Clive, something he more than deserved to have.]
[Clive can't exactly disagree with his hand up her skirt, so to speak. Taking a moment for themselves is certainly satisfying and he doesn't intend to stop now, if his fingers skimming along the front of her undergarment's waistband is any indication. Still...]
I'm afraid I've almost forgotten what that's like.
[There is always, always something to think about back home and so many people who look to him for safety. Clive simply doesn't have the luxury of just being. And now, being here, away from the hideaway, he can't help but feel a little guilty for falling so easily into bed with Jill. Except he really can't be faulted for ending up in this world, but shouldn't he be working harder to get back to Valisthea? Whatever the means.
His thoughts spiral and his fingers falter. There's always fucking something.
Clive closes his eyes and breathes in against Jill's exposed shoulder. He isn't going to solve either world's problems tonight. He can bring himself down with his thoughts, but Jill doesn't deserve that, so he focuses back on his work and tugs on her undergarment band a little more insistently.]
[She understands, of course. They couldn’t stay forever. The threat Ultima posed awaited them. She wanted to face it together. It didn’t even occur to her to feel guilt about their current situation, not when they had clearly found the time for it back home.
His words disrupt her own thoughts and make her heart hammer anxiously in her chest. She had never been touched but she remembered what Imrann’s victims endured. Clive was different. He wouldn’t hurt her. When she does speak to give consent, her voice is hushed and breathless.]
Yes…
[She helped him remove the undergarment, her chemise the only thing left to keep her modest. Her hands return to the his upper back. She became more aware of how much she wanted him. His breath heated her skin and his hands made her feel even hotter when he touched her. She wanted every part of him.]
[Clive breathes out, still amazed by how much trust Jill puts in him, even after these past five years. And it amazes him still because she told him a little of what she saw in the Iron Kingdom. It's enough to make anyone's blood boil and think of nothing else, least of all the pleasures of the flesh.
But she's here. With him. Nearly begging for his touch. Clive can endure quite a bit, and has done so, but right now he's weak.
He helps her remove that bit of clothing, though he's not quite sure which of them does the more work. Not that it matters now. With that out of the way, his hand returns to where it left off, slipping down between her legs, over the coarse hair there. It's so achingly familiar to him and his cock hardens more in his pants, eager for more. Jill will undoubtedly notice, but Clive tries his best to ignore that little detail. Instead, he keeps his focus on her, gently palming her in his hand a couple of times before moving back up to seek out her clit.
Despite his growing arousal in multiple senses of the word, he keeps his motions slow, helping Jill acclimate to this. He props himself up on his other arm and leans in to kiss her jaw and the corner of her mouth before properly catching her lips in a kiss.]
[The friction of his fingertips and then his palm rubbing against her between her thighs drew a moan from her and unconsciously she lifts her hips, rubbing herself against his skin. When he finds her clit she stops, any sounds he drags from her swallowed by his mouth. She shudders beneath him as he slowly touches it, seeking out what makes her feel best no doubt. The feeling of his finger rubbing and pressing against it is enough to make her wet. It was embarrassing to realize that he would feel that dampness against his fingertips.
She never had a reason let alone time to think about doing something like this to herself alone. Having him touch her is whole other experience. His fingers had little calluses that created friction and only added to the experience. It made her want to kiss him harder, more desperate to feel his mouth and his hands on her. She knows he feels it too.
His erection is as obvious as her own arousal. She isn’t sure how he will feel about it, but her hand moves between them to touch his belly. Just from the feel of him against her thigh already conjures him between her thighs in her imagination.]
[The sounds she makes echo that night on the beach and Clive can't hold back his own moan as he continues to kiss her. He lowers himself more against her thigh, falling into her pleasure like a man follows a siren's song, and rolls his hips a little hesitantly. Jill's enjoyment is more important to him right now, but his body makes demands of him, too.
Still, despite his weakness, his finger keeps at its task, touching her and drawing out pleasure. As he moves, he becomes aware of her growing wetness and takes advantage of it, sliding his finger farther along to dip just between her folds and slick up his finger. He touches her there for a moment, then comes back to circle her clit. The process is gentle and unrushed, even if his body begs for more as the seconds pass by.
And then Jill touches him and Clive pulls away to breathe, his stomach tensing with anticipation and desire. It might come off as the opposite, however, so Clive kisses her again.]
[Gods, she wanted him. His hips moving drag his arousal along her thigh and she could only think of touching him just as he was touching her now. His finger between her folds draws another soft moan from her. At first, she worries that she is pushing him too much when she tries to reciprocate by reaching for his length, but then he kisses her and she melts into it, her fingers sliding downward between them to touch him.]
Tell me if I do it wrong...? [She can't help but laugh a little breathlessly that there could be a wrong way to touch him. Sliding her hand lower, she rests him in her palm first, getting used to the feeling of his length in her hand.]
[It's one thing to focus on pleasing someone else, but the moment the attention is turned on Clive...
For a moment he's overwhelmed, to have Jill touch him like this. His head falls back to her shoulder, his breath coming hard and hot, and the work of his hand pauses. It takes what feels like all of his discipline to not just rut into her hand.
Her skin isn't as soft as what is expected of a noblewoman, but Clive doesn't care. Like his own, her hands tell a story of survival and will. It hasn't always been easy and it hasn't always been pretty, but it's a worthy tale and he wouldn't have Jill any other way.
She's perfect, even though her life has been anything but.
This is wonderful, but his pants were already tight without her hand down them. Clive growls in his throat and reluctantly pulls his hand from between her legs so he can tug his pants down enough to free himself. It's hardly romantic, a fact he's sure to regret afterward, but right now he needs room. With that barrier removed, Clive feels like he can breathe a little better, so he brings his hand back up, careful to ease his way back to his duties.]
[His body was warm, from his mouth that kissed her skin to the hand between her thighs that made her toes curl. His length too was hot and hard in her hand. Noble ladies wouldn’t do things like this, she’s mostly sure. Yet she wanted to touch him and know what it felt like all the same. His fingers, on the other hand, were making it hard to think.
It isn’t enough to just feel him in her hand. She wanted him to feel good too, which is why he will feel her fingers wrap cautiously around his erection and move slowly.]
[Her reciprocation is appreciated, considering the way Clive's mind starts to lose to his body's wants. He moans against her as his hips slowly roll into her hand. Even though her touches are unpracticed, they solidify the fact that Clive wishes for no one else. He's known this for some time now, perhaps even unconsciously for years, but after their time in Ash, and now...there's only Jill.
He's seen plenty of beautiful women in his life and some of them have even expressed interest in him, though less when the brand was still blatant upon his cheek, but none of them turned his head. And why should they? Most of the time they only promised a night if he had coin to spare. Clive doesn't begrudge these people; the world in which they live is harsh and takes, takes, takes, and sometimes such an occupation is all one has. But he's never been interested in a fantasy, even though he read plenty as a boy.
If he had visited any of those establishments or indulged with a random woman elsewhere, he wouldn't have been able to treat them the way he truly wished. Not like with Jill, whom he can and actively treasures. This woman who has kept him anchored when he has desperately needed it. He can give her at least a taste of what she deserves.
His fingers grow wetter with time and when he feels she is ready - and when his patience grows thinner - he slowly sinks one inside.]
[She begins to grow more confident when his hips thrust into her hand. His length was hard in her hand and she felt both awe and curiosity. His moan only encourages her to hold him a little more firmly and move her hand up and down, brushing against coarse hairs occasionally when she does.
His fingers teasing her entrance only make her wetter, drawing a gasp when he finally sinks one into her. It was uncomfortable at first but he takes his time, making her relax. One of her hands holds fast to the back of his neck and the other keeps sliding up and down his length, finding a slow rhythm. She can’t help but moan as he gets further inside.]
[Clive pushes himself up on his unoccupied arm to hover over Jill a little more, all the while remaining hard in her hold and starting to leak from the tip in his own right. He leans down to kiss her again before reassuring her.]
Just like that, Jill. That's perfect.
[Once she seems comfortable enough with his own intrusion, he slowly starts to move his finger, initiating a gentle thrusting that he hopes she finds pleasurable. Out, then back in, over and over, until the process gets easier. Soon, the entire length of his finger slips inside with ease and he can press the heel of his hand against her clit. Clive adds that little extra rub into his motion, letting himself enjoy the heat of her body.]
[Each movement of his finger - the friction of him sliding in and out - was making her feel half mad with pleasure. His kiss drowns out a moan when the heel of his hand rubs against her over sensitive clit. Her body practically throbbed with pleasure as he rubbed against it. It was a different sensation to his fingers but gods was he making her feel good the more he thrust and teased her.
She returned his kiss, making a pleased sound when she pulled back. Opening her thighs to invite him in, she lays back against the pillow and gasps softly when he finds somewhere sensitive.]
More. More, please…
[Her fingers explore his aroused cock, thumb brushing gently over the tip and rubbing lightly in little circles where the liquid came out. She was encouraged by his praise, wanting to hear more, be it words or sounds of pleasure.]
[As soon as Jill's legs spread invitingly, Clive moves to kneel between them without thinking. It's just natural to him, knowing this is where he fits. The two of them fit together just right, the way their hands find each other and wring pleasure from the other, and Clive closes his eyes to more fully take this in.
He arches his back and allows his head to fall to her breasts. The softness and the warmth emanate from under her chemise and Clive breathes her in, dragging his lips over one nipple that perks up beneath the fabric. He kisses it, and the curve of the rest of her breast, all while he stretches her out with his finger and she spreads the wetness more over the head of his cock.
Jill's body is an addiction. More than that, though, her overall presence keeps him drawn in and grounded and Clive can't get enough, nor can he refuse her anything. So when she asks for more, he's all too happy to oblige.]
Anything for you.
[He pulls almost all the way out and positions a second finger before pressing them both inside. It's an even tighter fit now, as expected, so he once more takes his time in letting her adapt.]
[ His kisses make her shiver and leave goosebumps behind and they’re almost enough to drown out the slight discomfort from the stretch of a second finger. He is careful in easing the two inside of her and she breathes out as he does. Her hand on his erection moved with the same care. He was making her wet with his fingers and she wanted so much to reciprocate for him and make him feel as good as she did.
His hands, his mouth, the warmth of his body - all of it - was enough to make her dizzy with need. She rolls her hips, trying to make herself more comfortable with his fingers. It made enough of a difference to drag a moan from her. Her fingers tug lightly on his hair as she closes her eyes.]
[Clive makes sure to move along with Jill, letting her take her time to get comfortable, but still hoping to give her what she wants. The moments pass by and his fingers grow slicker inside her, enough that he starts to move slowly. He listens for any noises she makes or any other requests, only to be almost instantaneously rewarded with a moan. The fingers tugging at his hair still do so gently, but enough, sending shocks of pleasure throughout his body. Or maybe that's her hand still around his cock. Or both.
Probably both.
Whatever it is, it's enough to pull a moan from him in turn. His fingers pull out just a little more and reach a little further when he gently thrusts them back inside. Jill seems to be enjoying this, but Clive wants to give her more. This is a new experience for her, at least with him, and she deserves to make good memories. He pushes himself to his knees just enough to support himself and hooks the thumb of his free hand under the hem of her nightgown. As he smooths his hand up her body, he drags the fabric with him until he bares one breast in the moonlight. Almost immediately he descends, lips latching onto her nipple, the flesh unbelievably soft beneath his tongue.]
[She hadn't been able to imagine just touching another person could feel like this. The toe curling feeling of his hands and his mouth on her body was overwhelming. When her gown is pushed up, there is a moment of shyness because he can see her body in the moonlight should he choose to let his gaze wander, but instead he zeroes in onto her breast. His mouth had already touched her here but feeling skin on skin was nearly torture in the best way.]
Clive...
[She didn't know how to articulate how good he was making her feel, other than nearly moaning his name. There were no words that were adequate enough. It's enough that she loses focus on what she wanted to be doing for him, because having the sensation of both hand and mouth dragging pleasure from her made it all too much to focus on all at once. It isn't hard to miss between that and how her fingers tug a little harder on his hair before relaxing. She would apologize for stopping what she was doing were she able to confidently speak without it being some needy sound.]
[If Clive knew what was going on in Jill's head and if his tongue weren't currently occupied, he would tell her that no apologies are necessary. Of course, he misses the movements of her hand on his length, but the momentary lack is something he can easily endure as long as Jill gets something out of this. And the way she speaks, along with the tug on his hair, tells Clive that she does. That's good. That's all that matters.
That tug, meanwhile, does things to him and he moans around her nipple, hoping she both understands that he approves and wouldn't mind her doing it again. Clive is her pleasure; he will happily do whatever makes her happy. That doesn't mean he won't continue his work, though. The wetness between her legs proves to be more than ample for his ministrations, and his fingers slide in and out so smoothly.
Her slick, her heat... The memory of being properly inside her hits him suddenly and he moans against her again, his cock twitching from the desire to carry out an encore performance. No. Not yet. Instead, when his fingers reach deeper, he curls them upward, remembering all the lewd conversations and anecdotes he's overheard over the years. Deeper, upward again, until he finds that spot and presses against it. Clive relinquishes her nipple so he can better watch her face, looking for any sign of pleasure or distress.]
She was a disheveled mess with her gown hiked up and thighs open to his touch. It was embarrassing how much the sight of him with his mouth on her breast only made her more aroused. Gods, the way he moaned as if he was just as affected as her - it made it impossible to think straight. Their eyes meet when he watches her but it isn't for long. His fingers curling inside of her, pressing against her heated flesh, rip a more pronounced moan from her.
Her eyes fall shut when he does it and her hold on the bedding tightens. Whatever he'd done had her seeing stars and she wanted him to do it again. If he was worried that she might be distressed, he would be pleasantly surprised that she is the complete polar opposite. It might be a bit awkward to ask him later where he learned to do that, but for now she doesn't worry herself over it.]
Gods, that feels so- [Sighing, she reaches to brush her fingertips along the stubble on his jaw before coaxing him into a heated kiss. He definitely needed to keep doing that.]
[Jill never ceases to amaze him, even if all she's really doing is willingly taking what he gives her. But the warmth of her body pressed against his own and the softness of her skin and the pure music that is her voice are enough to drive a man insane. If she keeps this up, Clive wonders if he could reach his own climax with nary a touch. It's probably unlikely, but with the attraction he feels toward her, he won't rule it out.
She's so beautiful, even in this state. Perhaps especially in this state. When she's all put together, she's like a dream, but with her layers and propriety stripped away, when she's left on his bed like this, keening for him, because of him...]
Fuck, Jill.
[He breathes the words out, awe spilling from his lips, but he goes back to thrusting his fingers with the intention of repeating this whole process. And then Jill wordlessly urges him up for a kiss, which Clive, of course, dutifully obeys. For a moment his fingers pause, distracted and overwhelmed by everything that is her, but he regains himself and buries his fingers back inside, pressing at that spot again. This time, though, he also rubs the heel of his palm against the apex between her legs. It's not exact, but he hopes she gets even more pleasure from the effort.]
[Their shared body heat is enough to make her sweat, the hairs on the back of her neck and the ends of her hair framing and sticking to her face. She practically trembles as he keeps moving his fingers inside of her. It was embarrassing and maybe obscene how wet she is.
The pressure of his fingers rubbing and pressing against that spot inside her see stars, but then she feels the heel of his palm against her swollen lips and her over sensitive clit. She was obscenely wet and his fingers slid in with ease, but it was the attention paid to the swollen nub as his callused palm moves back and forth that drove her near insane.
She moans for him, begging for more - yes, there, please - and kisses him desperately. She felt as if she was on the edge of something and all it took was his hand to drag an orgasm from her. It took her completely by surprise and the world became a kaleidoscope as she half sobs and whatever pleasure filled noises she can only instinctively cry out. It isn’t quiet and she doesn’t even think that it could rouse any one else. Her walls tightened around his fingers as she came undone.]
[It may be obscene how wet she is, but Clive doesn't care. Jill's pleasure is anything but lewd or disgusting. After the pain she's endured nearly her entire life, she deserves every moment possible of happiness. And if Clive can deliver them, then he will selfishly treasure these small victories, just as he treasures her.
She shakes apart around him and Clive welcomes it, even though in the back of his mind he recognizes that she is a little loud. It'd too lie to do anything about it, though, not that Clive makes any effort to muffle her cries beyond kissing her. She clenches around his fingers and his cock twitches again with the memory, but he ignores himself to focus on helping ease her down from her high. His fingers slow their movement to instead lazily rock within her, still giving her something but trying not to overwhelm her.
She's so beautiful. Clive could never want any other woman by his side.
When it feels right, he slowly slips his fingers from her and wipes his hand on his pants so he can support himself a little better. With his clean hand he reaches up to push her sweaty hair from her face and then presses his lips to her forehead, letting them longer for a few moments.]
You...are wonderful.
[Then he moves down to drop a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.]
My Lady.
[And then back to her lips, once, twice, pulling away just far enough to whisper against her mouth. He hesitates at first, but pushes through, needing to express how important she is to him.]
[She looks up at him, full of adoration, and tries to catch her breath. When he kisses her forehead she closes her eyes and the feeling of his lips on her nose make her chuckle. Finally, when his lips meet hers, her hands move to caress his cheeks before her arms wrap around his neck to keep him from pulling too far away.]
I would ask where you learned to do that, but I think I like the mystery of not knowing.
[Her lips ghost over his while one of her hands moves to his hair again. Their kisses were no longer so urgent, perhaps due to her recovering from her orgasm. It wasn't as if she minded. Finally his words sink in and they very nearly make a lump rise to her throat. She isn't so sure tears would work for this, happy or not.]
If I am yours, then you are mine. I know that not knowing is not my fault... but this is just as special. Being with you is always special to me, no matter when or how.
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Date: 2023-10-13 03:26 pm (UTC)She was listening to his words, spoken in her ear. It made her heart feel full. She had prayed so many times to see him again, both at home and here. Her prayers had been answered at last.]
Mm. It’s only right, isn’t it?
[His touch and kisses were like a slow torture in the best way. She had nothing to compare it to, but to just feel the heat of him made her restless.]
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Date: 2023-10-16 07:52 am (UTC)Her undergarments don't go unnoticed, but Clive doesn't rush to relieve Jill of them. Speed is not his intention here, but rather making Jill feel treasured.
Because she is, even if he hasn't yet found the words to tell her.]
Only right?
[But he is only so patient. His fingers slip under the waistband over her hip and he tugs them down just slightly, enough for him to touch her more, if also to give her time to back out if she chooses. Not that Clive expects her to. He doesn't want her to, either, but that's not his choice.]
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Date: 2023-10-17 02:38 am (UTC)[She would have elaborated further but his hands are once again very distracting. She might even be more than happy to help him tug her underwear down her thighs but he seems to be fine without much assistance from her. He also seems to have a grasp of where she wanted him to touch her before she even thought to vocalize it. When he does finally touch her, she lets out a soft shaky breath. She isn't nervous in the slightest. Even less so because it's him.
She wanted to drag that feeling out - that they could just be themselves without the burdens of their roles in some grander scheme. She wanted him to just be Clive, something he more than deserved to have.]
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Date: 2023-10-17 04:41 am (UTC)[Clive can't exactly disagree with his hand up her skirt, so to speak. Taking a moment for themselves is certainly satisfying and he doesn't intend to stop now, if his fingers skimming along the front of her undergarment's waistband is any indication. Still...]
I'm afraid I've almost forgotten what that's like.
[There is always, always something to think about back home and so many people who look to him for safety. Clive simply doesn't have the luxury of just being. And now, being here, away from the hideaway, he can't help but feel a little guilty for falling so easily into bed with Jill. Except he really can't be faulted for ending up in this world, but shouldn't he be working harder to get back to Valisthea? Whatever the means.
His thoughts spiral and his fingers falter. There's always fucking something.
Clive closes his eyes and breathes in against Jill's exposed shoulder. He isn't going to solve either world's problems tonight. He can bring himself down with his thoughts, but Jill doesn't deserve that, so he focuses back on his work and tugs on her undergarment band a little more insistently.]
Will you...help me remember?
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Date: 2023-10-17 01:55 pm (UTC)His words disrupt her own thoughts and make her heart hammer anxiously in her chest. She had never been touched but she remembered what Imrann’s victims endured. Clive was different. He wouldn’t hurt her. When she does speak to give consent, her voice is hushed and breathless.]
Yes…
[She helped him remove the undergarment, her chemise the only thing left to keep her modest. Her hands return to the his upper back. She became more aware of how much she wanted him. His breath heated her skin and his hands made her feel even hotter when he touched her. She wanted every part of him.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 03:21 am (UTC)But she's here. With him. Nearly begging for his touch. Clive can endure quite a bit, and has done so, but right now he's weak.
He helps her remove that bit of clothing, though he's not quite sure which of them does the more work. Not that it matters now. With that out of the way, his hand returns to where it left off, slipping down between her legs, over the coarse hair there. It's so achingly familiar to him and his cock hardens more in his pants, eager for more. Jill will undoubtedly notice, but Clive tries his best to ignore that little detail. Instead, he keeps his focus on her, gently palming her in his hand a couple of times before moving back up to seek out her clit.
Despite his growing arousal in multiple senses of the word, he keeps his motions slow, helping Jill acclimate to this. He props himself up on his other arm and leans in to kiss her jaw and the corner of her mouth before properly catching her lips in a kiss.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 01:06 pm (UTC)She never had a reason let alone time to think about doing something like this to herself alone. Having him touch her is whole other experience. His fingers had little calluses that created friction and only added to the experience. It made her want to kiss him harder, more desperate to feel his mouth and his hands on her. She knows he feels it too.
His erection is as obvious as her own arousal. She isn’t sure how he will feel about it, but her hand moves between them to touch his belly. Just from the feel of him against her thigh already conjures him between her thighs in her imagination.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 08:32 pm (UTC)Still, despite his weakness, his finger keeps at its task, touching her and drawing out pleasure. As he moves, he becomes aware of her growing wetness and takes advantage of it, sliding his finger farther along to dip just between her folds and slick up his finger. He touches her there for a moment, then comes back to circle her clit. The process is gentle and unrushed, even if his body begs for more as the seconds pass by.
And then Jill touches him and Clive pulls away to breathe, his stomach tensing with anticipation and desire. It might come off as the opposite, however, so Clive kisses her again.]
You can touch me. You can do anything you like.
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Date: 2023-10-18 09:48 pm (UTC)Tell me if I do it wrong...? [She can't help but laugh a little breathlessly that there could be a wrong way to touch him. Sliding her hand lower, she rests him in her palm first, getting used to the feeling of his length in her hand.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:22 pm (UTC)For a moment he's overwhelmed, to have Jill touch him like this. His head falls back to her shoulder, his breath coming hard and hot, and the work of his hand pauses. It takes what feels like all of his discipline to not just rut into her hand.
Her skin isn't as soft as what is expected of a noblewoman, but Clive doesn't care. Like his own, her hands tell a story of survival and will. It hasn't always been easy and it hasn't always been pretty, but it's a worthy tale and he wouldn't have Jill any other way.
She's perfect, even though her life has been anything but.
This is wonderful, but his pants were already tight without her hand down them. Clive growls in his throat and reluctantly pulls his hand from between her legs so he can tug his pants down enough to free himself. It's hardly romantic, a fact he's sure to regret afterward, but right now he needs room. With that barrier removed, Clive feels like he can breathe a little better, so he brings his hand back up, careful to ease his way back to his duties.]
You're doing wonderfully, Jill.
[He presses a kiss to her neck.]
If I become too much, you need only say the word.
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Date: 2023-10-19 05:01 am (UTC)It isn’t enough to just feel him in her hand. She wanted him to feel good too, which is why he will feel her fingers wrap cautiously around his erection and move slowly.]
That goes both ways.
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Date: 2023-10-19 07:37 am (UTC)He's seen plenty of beautiful women in his life and some of them have even expressed interest in him, though less when the brand was still blatant upon his cheek, but none of them turned his head. And why should they? Most of the time they only promised a night if he had coin to spare. Clive doesn't begrudge these people; the world in which they live is harsh and takes, takes, takes, and sometimes such an occupation is all one has. But he's never been interested in a fantasy, even though he read plenty as a boy.
If he had visited any of those establishments or indulged with a random woman elsewhere, he wouldn't have been able to treat them the way he truly wished. Not like with Jill, whom he can and actively treasures. This woman who has kept him anchored when he has desperately needed it. He can give her at least a taste of what she deserves.
His fingers grow wetter with time and when he feels she is ready - and when his patience grows thinner - he slowly sinks one inside.]
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Date: 2023-10-19 03:24 pm (UTC)His fingers teasing her entrance only make her wetter, drawing a gasp when he finally sinks one into her. It was uncomfortable at first but he takes his time, making her relax. One of her hands holds fast to the back of his neck and the other keeps sliding up and down his length, finding a slow rhythm. She can’t help but moan as he gets further inside.]
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Date: 2023-10-20 07:11 am (UTC)Just like that, Jill. That's perfect.
[Once she seems comfortable enough with his own intrusion, he slowly starts to move his finger, initiating a gentle thrusting that he hopes she finds pleasurable. Out, then back in, over and over, until the process gets easier. Soon, the entire length of his finger slips inside with ease and he can press the heel of his hand against her clit. Clive adds that little extra rub into his motion, letting himself enjoy the heat of her body.]
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Date: 2023-10-20 03:31 pm (UTC)She returned his kiss, making a pleased sound when she pulled back. Opening her thighs to invite him in, she lays back against the pillow and gasps softly when he finds somewhere sensitive.]
More. More, please…
[Her fingers explore his aroused cock, thumb brushing gently over the tip and rubbing lightly in little circles where the liquid came out. She was encouraged by his praise, wanting to hear more, be it words or sounds of pleasure.]
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Date: 2023-10-21 02:42 am (UTC)He arches his back and allows his head to fall to her breasts. The softness and the warmth emanate from under her chemise and Clive breathes her in, dragging his lips over one nipple that perks up beneath the fabric. He kisses it, and the curve of the rest of her breast, all while he stretches her out with his finger and she spreads the wetness more over the head of his cock.
Jill's body is an addiction. More than that, though, her overall presence keeps him drawn in and grounded and Clive can't get enough, nor can he refuse her anything. So when she asks for more, he's all too happy to oblige.]
Anything for you.
[He pulls almost all the way out and positions a second finger before pressing them both inside. It's an even tighter fit now, as expected, so he once more takes his time in letting her adapt.]
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Date: 2023-10-24 03:17 pm (UTC)His hands, his mouth, the warmth of his body - all of it - was enough to make her dizzy with need. She rolls her hips, trying to make herself more comfortable with his fingers. It made enough of a difference to drag a moan from her. Her fingers tug lightly on his hair as she closes her eyes.]
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Date: 2023-10-28 10:30 am (UTC)Probably both.
Whatever it is, it's enough to pull a moan from him in turn. His fingers pull out just a little more and reach a little further when he gently thrusts them back inside. Jill seems to be enjoying this, but Clive wants to give her more. This is a new experience for her, at least with him, and she deserves to make good memories. He pushes himself to his knees just enough to support himself and hooks the thumb of his free hand under the hem of her nightgown. As he smooths his hand up her body, he drags the fabric with him until he bares one breast in the moonlight. Almost immediately he descends, lips latching onto her nipple, the flesh unbelievably soft beneath his tongue.]
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Date: 2023-10-31 02:58 am (UTC)Clive...
[She didn't know how to articulate how good he was making her feel, other than nearly moaning his name. There were no words that were adequate enough. It's enough that she loses focus on what she wanted to be doing for him, because having the sensation of both hand and mouth dragging pleasure from her made it all too much to focus on all at once. It isn't hard to miss between that and how her fingers tug a little harder on his hair before relaxing. She would apologize for stopping what she was doing were she able to confidently speak without it being some needy sound.]
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Date: 2023-11-06 11:26 am (UTC)That tug, meanwhile, does things to him and he moans around her nipple, hoping she both understands that he approves and wouldn't mind her doing it again. Clive is her pleasure; he will happily do whatever makes her happy. That doesn't mean he won't continue his work, though. The wetness between her legs proves to be more than ample for his ministrations, and his fingers slide in and out so smoothly.
Her slick, her heat... The memory of being properly inside her hits him suddenly and he moans against her again, his cock twitching from the desire to carry out an encore performance. No. Not yet. Instead, when his fingers reach deeper, he curls them upward, remembering all the lewd conversations and anecdotes he's overheard over the years. Deeper, upward again, until he finds that spot and presses against it. Clive relinquishes her nipple so he can better watch her face, looking for any sign of pleasure or distress.]
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Date: 2023-11-09 02:59 am (UTC)Her eyes fall shut when he does it and her hold on the bedding tightens. Whatever he'd done had her seeing stars and she wanted him to do it again. If he was worried that she might be distressed, he would be pleasantly surprised that she is the complete polar opposite. It might be a bit awkward to ask him later where he learned to do that, but for now she doesn't worry herself over it.]
Gods, that feels so- [Sighing, she reaches to brush her fingertips along the stubble on his jaw before coaxing him into a heated kiss. He definitely needed to keep doing that.]
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Date: 2023-11-09 03:36 am (UTC)She's so beautiful, even in this state. Perhaps especially in this state. When she's all put together, she's like a dream, but with her layers and propriety stripped away, when she's left on his bed like this, keening for him, because of him...]
Fuck, Jill.
[He breathes the words out, awe spilling from his lips, but he goes back to thrusting his fingers with the intention of repeating this whole process. And then Jill wordlessly urges him up for a kiss, which Clive, of course, dutifully obeys. For a moment his fingers pause, distracted and overwhelmed by everything that is her, but he regains himself and buries his fingers back inside, pressing at that spot again. This time, though, he also rubs the heel of his palm against the apex between her legs. It's not exact, but he hopes she gets even more pleasure from the effort.]
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Date: 2023-11-09 12:01 pm (UTC)The pressure of his fingers rubbing and pressing against that spot inside her see stars, but then she feels the heel of his palm against her swollen lips and her over sensitive clit. She was obscenely wet and his fingers slid in with ease, but it was the attention paid to the swollen nub as his callused palm moves back and forth that drove her near insane.
She moans for him, begging for more - yes, there, please - and kisses him desperately. She felt as if she was on the edge of something and all it took was his hand to drag an orgasm from her. It took her completely by surprise and the world became a kaleidoscope as she half sobs and whatever pleasure filled noises she can only instinctively cry out. It isn’t quiet and she doesn’t even think that it could rouse any one else. Her walls tightened around his fingers as she came undone.]
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Date: 2023-11-09 11:58 pm (UTC)She shakes apart around him and Clive welcomes it, even though in the back of his mind he recognizes that she is a little loud. It'd too lie to do anything about it, though, not that Clive makes any effort to muffle her cries beyond kissing her. She clenches around his fingers and his cock twitches again with the memory, but he ignores himself to focus on helping ease her down from her high. His fingers slow their movement to instead lazily rock within her, still giving her something but trying not to overwhelm her.
She's so beautiful. Clive could never want any other woman by his side.
When it feels right, he slowly slips his fingers from her and wipes his hand on his pants so he can support himself a little better. With his clean hand he reaches up to push her sweaty hair from her face and then presses his lips to her forehead, letting them longer for a few moments.]
You...are wonderful.
[Then he moves down to drop a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.]
My Lady.
[And then back to her lips, once, twice, pulling away just far enough to whisper against her mouth. He hesitates at first, but pushes through, needing to express how important she is to him.]
My Jill.
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Date: 2023-11-10 04:38 am (UTC)I would ask where you learned to do that, but I think I like the mystery of not knowing.
[Her lips ghost over his while one of her hands moves to his hair again. Their kisses were no longer so urgent, perhaps due to her recovering from her orgasm. It wasn't as if she minded. Finally his words sink in and they very nearly make a lump rise to her throat. She isn't so sure tears would work for this, happy or not.]
If I am yours, then you are mine. I know that not knowing is not my fault... but this is just as special. Being with you is always special to me, no matter when or how.
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