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"It wouldn't be as satisfying as the real thing, just two floors above me."
He thrusts against her hand, eager.
He thrusts against her hand, eager.
“What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
He’s freshly rested, if sleepy, but if she wants to take care of him, he’ll let her at least this time. He lifts himself off her entirely, getting a foot on the floor, so she can scoot out.
He’s freshly rested, if sleepy, but if she wants to take care of him, he’ll let her at least this time. He lifts himself off her entirely, getting a foot on the floor, so she can scoot out.
He lays down as she guides him over, flopping back into the laundry and spreading his knees for her. His T-shirt hem rides up, showing a flash of his lower abs, and on his back, his cock stands straight up inside his boxers.
“I can only imagine what you’d do with no limitations at all…”
“I can only imagine what you’d do with no limitations at all…”
In another timeline, she would have pulled his boxers down and climbed right on top of him. Now, in this one, she merely wedges herself between him and the back of the sofa, even if it means she's mostly on him. What matters is that she can easily reach his cock while kissing along his jaw.
"Does it entice you or frighten you?"
"Does it entice you or frighten you?"
“Entice,” he says, lifting his arm to wrap around her as she settles in. He closes his eyes briefly, letting the sensation of her mouth and fingers wash over him. “And frighten perhaps the smallest bit… but I don’t mind.”
This is comfortable, if not a little cramped. But she kind of likes being cramped with him. She tugs his boxers down so that she can free him, fingers eager for hot skin.
"I'm hardly frightening," she chuckles, hooking a leg over his because she can. "I'm only eager to make you happy."
"I'm hardly frightening," she chuckles, hooking a leg over his because she can. "I'm only eager to make you happy."
He’s hard and hot and, as he thinks with some concern, liable to make a significant mess of both of them. He flushes just thinking about it, and looking down to see her slight fingers wrapped around his dick only makes him run hotter.
“It is that very eagerness that gives you power over me,” he murmurs.
“It is that very eagerness that gives you power over me,” he murmurs.
“It is frightening to succumb completely to any power.”
With her on top of him it’s harder to buck up into her hand, but founder, he tries anyway —- he has to do his share of the work, doesn’t he?
With her on top of him it’s harder to buck up into her hand, but founder, he tries anyway —- he has to do his share of the work, doesn’t he?
This isn't where he thought bedroom talk would go, and it's intriguing. He closes his eyes again with a pant of a breath.
"I'll learn," he repeats. Confirms? He isn't sure.
"I'll learn," he repeats. Confirms? He isn't sure.
"You already––" He moans. He doesn't return to the sentence.
He needs something to do with his free hand, so he takes her face in his palm and directs it back to him so he can kiss her deeply, hungrily.
He needs something to do with his free hand, so he takes her face in his palm and directs it back to him so he can kiss her deeply, hungrily.
It's a perfect little noise from him, one that has her smiling into the kiss until she greets his tongue with her own. He tastes warm and familiar.
She strokes him with reverence, steady and sure. He deserves all her love despite the bumps in the road. She knows that.
She strokes him with reverence, steady and sure. He deserves all her love despite the bumps in the road. She knows that.
Orgasm comes so fast he can't even warn her; before long, he's spilling milky white come, long, thick ropes onto his own belly and shirt, others caught on her fingers as she jerks him and sliding around with every stroke. The kiss is crushing for an instant and then eases off as he can't do more than seize up, clutching her face and panting into her mouth, eyes rolling back briefly.
Perfect. Every moment is perfect, from the mess between her fingers to the pressure from his hold and his mouth. She moans against his lips, gentle with his cock as she slowly rests it on his belly.
"I've missed that," she says quietly before busying herself with kissing down his jaw to his neck, tongue searching for his pulse as he comes down.
"I've missed that," she says quietly before busying herself with kissing down his jaw to his neck, tongue searching for his pulse as he comes down.
Clive clutches her, the sensation hitting him like a lightning bolt to the gut before it's gone again, leaving him with an odd weightlessness. His chest rises and falls heavily, and he can only nod and breathlessly press a kiss to her forehead, her temple, whatever he can reach in turn.
"I have too. Thank you."
"I have too. Thank you."
She turns at some point to catch his lips in a sweeter kiss, sticky hand moving over his belly and smearing the mess already there.
"My pleasure," she tells him with a smile and a nuzzle of her nose against his. "I would make you feel like this every day if I could."
"My pleasure," she tells him with a smile and a nuzzle of her nose against his. "I would make you feel like this every day if I could."
How a lady like her could enjoy running her fingers through his mess, he'll never understand, but he's glad she does. He chuckles, closing his eyes again.
"Perhaps someday I'll let you."
Right now, that level of attention makes him nervous.
"Perhaps someday I'll let you."
Right now, that level of attention makes him nervous.
"And we'd never get anything done," she says, amused. She puts her hand on his hip so that she can push herself up and press a kiss to his brow.
And then, because they're on the damn laundry, she grabs a shirt from behind his head to use to clean them both up.
"Best take your shirt off so I can wash it."
She won't complain about the view.
And then, because they're on the damn laundry, she grabs a shirt from behind his head to use to clean them both up.
"Best take your shirt off so I can wash it."
She won't complain about the view.
He's loathe to take his shirt off and risk getting his own cum in his face for his trouble, but it must be done. He sits up with a little groan and pulls off his t-shirt with the fabric held as far away from his face as possible.
"The rest, too?"
"The rest, too?"
Jill's wiping her fingers clean with the other shirt while watching him, smile on her lips. He's handsome. Everything he does reminds her of the fact--even something so simple as sitting up to take off his shirt.
Her smile widens and she nods.
"I suppose you should..."
Her smile widens and she nods.
"I suppose you should..."
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