[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.
[If His Lady wants him to remain close, then remain close, he shall. Not that Clive had planned to leave. No, right here is exactly where he wants to be.
He shakes his head at her statement, though. It is a valid curiosity and he isn't surprised that she wonders. If their positions were flipped, he is sure he would have the same question. Though he does think she might have certain suspicions and he doesn't want to keep that a mystery.]
I assure you, the answer is neither interesting nor scandalous.
[All the same, he doesn't reveal it, either, in case she really does want it to remain a mystery. In Clive's opinion, such conversation isn't suited for post-orgasmic bliss. Spending time with Jill when she's happy and content shouldn't be spoiled by talk of the mundanities of his sad past. So, it is best now to simply bask in her presence, a task he is more than happy to fulfill.
When she speaks again in answer to his previous hesitation, Clive exhales, relieved and nearly overwhelmed anew. If I am yours, then you are mine. Of course. It really is that simple.
[They were so close and she couldn’t help but touch him, kiss him. It would be difficult to hide how much she wanted him.
She couldn’t help but laugh at his reassurance that his answer to her inquiry was not interesting or scandalous. It was a relief that he hadn’t been with someone else.]
Did you want to continue…?
[She swallows down her nerves, pushing through them to offer him relief as well. It was inevitable that they would actually have intercourse and the thought left her both nervous and excited.]
[The question takes Clive by surprise. It shouldn't, considering he is still quite aroused, even if his erection has flagged somewhat during these more heartfelt moments. Truth be told, if Jill had wanted to sleep afterward, he would have been more than happy to let her and either take care of himself elsewhere or simply will his body into submission. A difficult task, but one he's taken on before.
But Jill wants him. Normally, a denial would be on his tongue; he is so used to setting aside his wants in favor of fulfilling someone else's needs. He's done this ever since he was a child, though he cannot say for certain when he recognized this fault of his. Old habits are difficult to break.
Still, Clive isn't one to put Jill second. And he does want to share in more intimacy with her. Of course, he does. She's beautiful and half naked beneath him and he's just a man. She wants him to take care of himself, too, and he recognizes that he needs to make an effort to do just that.
He kisses her again, deeply, before pulling away to answer.]
I would like that. Very much.
[He makes no move to rush back into things, though, very much aware of the high she's just reached. These things take time.]
[Part of her feels as if she might chicken out and she doesn’t want to after asking him like this. When he kisses her, it is all the motivation she needs. She wants him. Maybe she has since their reunion. She doesn’t want to stop here.
She does a quick mental assessment, knowing her breathing is still heavy and the over sensitive feeling lingering between her thighs. It is somewhat awkward but she decides to pull her chemise the rest of the way over her head and arms before discarding it.]
There. Though now I feel a bit under dressed.
[Her hand caresses his cheek, a soft smile spreading across her face again. She loved him and they had danced and danced around this since being reunited after thirteen years of hell. They deserved to be happy, to be intimate if they chose to, and the most important thing was that they were together.]
[Feeling Jill fuss beneath him, Clive sits up, still kneeling between her legs, just in time to see her strip herself entirely. He breathes out and settles onto his haunches, almost overwhelmed yet again tonight.]
Founder, Jill.
[A bit underdressed, she says, as if this is so easy. Then again, thinking back to their interlude on the Shadow Coast, she had been...if not comfortable in her own skin, at least seemingly unbothered by both of their nakedness. He remembers how, during their conversation, she turned around and pressed herself to his back, her breasts pleasantly squished against him as she held him without shame. She's amazing, not in her beauty alone, but in her steadfastness and her belief in someone like him.
Clive would hesitate to call himself lucky, understandably reluctant to credit fate with anything these days, but he is incredibly grateful to have Jill at his side. Always.
Or spread out, naked, in his bed, while he's still clothed, albeit with his stupid prick hanging out like some overeager teenager who has never seen a woman before. A growl rumbles in his throat and he tugs his shirt over his head, also tossing it to regions unknown. He leans back down to give her a quick kiss, then lies on his back beside her so as to shove his pants off and join Jill in nude solidarity.]
[If he knew the secret to her being comfortable was because she felt safe with him, would that be too embarrassing to admit? If he is some over eager teenager then she might be just as bad, having to stifle a giggle when he makes that noise right before taking his shirt off. She was used to his vocabulary of various surly noises, but she knew it was a cover and beneath was the sweet man who now lay naked beside her.
Once his pants are off, she doesn’t miss a beat and takes his hand and gently squeezes before letting go and moving to her side to look at him. She doesn’t linger too long in looking at him before looking back at his face. It somehow reaffirmed her belief that she loved him, knowing he trusted her too.]
Much better.
[Resting her hand on his chest, she leans in to kiss him. He had been giving her deep, toe curling and breath catching, kisses all evening. If he can feel a fraction of that then she could be satisfied.]
[Clive notices the way she studies him, if only for a short moment. Not that there is much to see in the dark, or in general. Yes, all kinds of people over the years have commented on his looks and thrown out compliments to some degree, Cid included, but Clive has always ignored them. They don't matter to him. He doesn't feel as if his face or his body are anything special. But he gives Jill the opportunity all the same. If he is to her liking, then he will be happy that he can provide her with something.
He shifts to his side, as well, and leans into her kiss, one hand moving to thread into her hair while the other finds the dip of her waist. She's perfect under his touch, beneath his lips, and his hand slips to the small of her back. He tugs her closer, but of course pressing their bodies together only makes his erection all the more evident.
Their kiss is broken off with a groan and Clive resists the urge to pull away entirely. That would be antithetical to this whole situation, after all. He just needs to shut out most of his gentlemanly urges.
So, he doubles down and splays his hand wider on her back to press Jill in even closer, his cock trapped stiffly between them.]
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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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Date: 2023-11-10 06:59 am (UTC)He shakes his head at her statement, though. It is a valid curiosity and he isn't surprised that she wonders. If their positions were flipped, he is sure he would have the same question. Though he does think she might have certain suspicions and he doesn't want to keep that a mystery.]
I assure you, the answer is neither interesting nor scandalous.
[All the same, he doesn't reveal it, either, in case she really does want it to remain a mystery. In Clive's opinion, such conversation isn't suited for post-orgasmic bliss. Spending time with Jill when she's happy and content shouldn't be spoiled by talk of the mundanities of his sad past. So, it is best now to simply bask in her presence, a task he is more than happy to fulfill.
When she speaks again in answer to his previous hesitation, Clive exhales, relieved and nearly overwhelmed anew. If I am yours, then you are mine. Of course. It really is that simple.
Clive nods, then presses his forehead to hers.]
I am yours, Jill. Always.
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Date: 2023-11-10 04:17 pm (UTC)She couldn’t help but laugh at his reassurance that his answer to her inquiry was not interesting or scandalous. It was a relief that he hadn’t been with someone else.]
Did you want to continue…?
[She swallows down her nerves, pushing through them to offer him relief as well. It was inevitable that they would actually have intercourse and the thought left her both nervous and excited.]
I want to if you do.
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Date: 2023-11-11 01:12 am (UTC)But Jill wants him. Normally, a denial would be on his tongue; he is so used to setting aside his wants in favor of fulfilling someone else's needs. He's done this ever since he was a child, though he cannot say for certain when he recognized this fault of his. Old habits are difficult to break.
Still, Clive isn't one to put Jill second. And he does want to share in more intimacy with her. Of course, he does. She's beautiful and half naked beneath him and he's just a man. She wants him to take care of himself, too, and he recognizes that he needs to make an effort to do just that.
He kisses her again, deeply, before pulling away to answer.]
I would like that. Very much.
[He makes no move to rush back into things, though, very much aware of the high she's just reached. These things take time.]
Whenever you are ready, tell me.
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Date: 2023-11-13 10:48 pm (UTC)She does a quick mental assessment, knowing her breathing is still heavy and the over sensitive feeling lingering between her thighs. It is somewhat awkward but she decides to pull her chemise the rest of the way over her head and arms before discarding it.]
There. Though now I feel a bit under dressed.
[Her hand caresses his cheek, a soft smile spreading across her face again. She loved him and they had danced and danced around this since being reunited after thirteen years of hell. They deserved to be happy, to be intimate if they chose to, and the most important thing was that they were together.]
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Date: 2023-11-14 03:40 am (UTC)Founder, Jill.
[A bit underdressed, she says, as if this is so easy. Then again, thinking back to their interlude on the Shadow Coast, she had been...if not comfortable in her own skin, at least seemingly unbothered by both of their nakedness. He remembers how, during their conversation, she turned around and pressed herself to his back, her breasts pleasantly squished against him as she held him without shame. She's amazing, not in her beauty alone, but in her steadfastness and her belief in someone like him.
Clive would hesitate to call himself lucky, understandably reluctant to credit fate with anything these days, but he is incredibly grateful to have Jill at his side. Always.
Or spread out, naked, in his bed, while he's still clothed, albeit with his stupid prick hanging out like some overeager teenager who has never seen a woman before. A growl rumbles in his throat and he tugs his shirt over his head, also tossing it to regions unknown. He leans back down to give her a quick kiss, then lies on his back beside her so as to shove his pants off and join Jill in nude solidarity.]
Is this better?
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Date: 2023-11-14 06:37 am (UTC)Once his pants are off, she doesn’t miss a beat and takes his hand and gently squeezes before letting go and moving to her side to look at him. She doesn’t linger too long in looking at him before looking back at his face. It somehow reaffirmed her belief that she loved him, knowing he trusted her too.]
Much better.
[Resting her hand on his chest, she leans in to kiss him. He had been giving her deep, toe curling and breath catching, kisses all evening. If he can feel a fraction of that then she could be satisfied.]
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Date: 2023-11-14 07:13 pm (UTC)He shifts to his side, as well, and leans into her kiss, one hand moving to thread into her hair while the other finds the dip of her waist. She's perfect under his touch, beneath his lips, and his hand slips to the small of her back. He tugs her closer, but of course pressing their bodies together only makes his erection all the more evident.
Their kiss is broken off with a groan and Clive resists the urge to pull away entirely. That would be antithetical to this whole situation, after all. He just needs to shut out most of his gentlemanly urges.
So, he doubles down and splays his hand wider on her back to press Jill in even closer, his cock trapped stiffly between them.]
Jill...
[Clive swallows and licks his lips.]
This is what you do to me.
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